Heroes and Leaders

In Zhen Bian's 18 years of life, there has never been such a non-standard moment. He is still in a daze, and the black-clothed devil has raised his palm to attack.

The hero yanked at him and said eagerly, "Be careful!"

The moment the hero touched Zhen Bian's middle school standard blue and white school uniform, it seemed that a force poured into Zhen Bian's whole body.

This power opened up his meridians, making his twisted body suddenly extremely light, like a feather floating in the air.

A familiar voice resounded in his mind, like Hong Zhong Dalu, shaking all the organs of his body:

"The third set of national broadcast gymnastics for middle school students—"

Zhen Bian's eyes flashed, like a programmed robot turned on a switch, retracted his arms, and raised his heels slightly.

"Preparation Day!"

The devil only felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, and the palm he slapped was gone, leaving only slight fluctuations in the air.

He stared wide-eyed, and when he looked up, he saw Zhen Bian jumping up into the air on tiptoe, with his toe slightly touching his wrist, looking down without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The hero was dumbfounded, and suddenly, the devil moved!

"Huangkou kid, how dare you take my palm!"

He took a step back, taking advantage of Zhen Standard's whereabouts, he sent out both palms, and the strong wind rushed straight, locking the big acupoints all over his body tightly!

There was nothing foreign in Zhen Standard's eyes, as if he was standing on the high podium of the Shadiao Middle School again, and he seemed to have returned to the physical education class when he first learned radio gymnastics.

"When doing exercises, the movements must be in place, such as sideways exercises, bending over, ouch—"

"Teacher, your waist!"

"Hurry up and send the teacher to the school infirmary!"

Zhen Bian was silent for a moment, no... not this.

He closed his eyes, emptied his mind in the darkness, and felt the power flowing through his body again, soft and hard, flowing endlessly—that old man!

The physical education teacher, who was on leave due to a back injury, found a handsome old man to teach them gymnastics moves. Zhen Standard was suspicious of this old man who seemed to have limited mobility.

Every move is as smooth as a swan's neck, as precise as pi, and every movement is in line with the way of heaven.This is no ordinary old man, he is clearly the supreme god of radio gymnastics!

Zhen Bian put away his pride in shame. At the end of that class, the old man passed by him and gave him a meaningful look.

"Young man, have you ever heard of a long-lost Tai Chi exercise?"

Zhen Bian shook his head in a daze, the old man sighed, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Harmony of yin and yang, use softness to overcome rigidity, Tai Chi skills...

Wait, it turns out——

This is the ultimate mystery of radio gymnastics!

Zhen Bian suddenly opened his eyes, the palm wind forced his forehead to fly, the strong wind cut his face, the hero's panic voice came from behind him, Zhen Bian looked straight ahead, his eyes were firm, and he said softly:

"Stretching exercises--"

He tilted his head to the left, and avoided the palm at an incredible angle!

The sharp palm wind brushed past the side of his face, drawing a line of blood. Under the horrified eyes of the devil, Zhen Bian stretched out his arms, driven by the palm wind, he flew back about Zhang flatly and landed steadily.

The devil froze in place, opened and closed his lips several times, and said incredulously, "How, how is it possible!"

"How could you escape!"

He pointed at the hero who was still coughing up blood behind Zhen Bian: "Obviously... even the next head of the OX faction can't catch my palm!"

Zhen standard did not answer him. At this moment, although he is standing in a messy forest and the concrete floor is not familiar under his feet, his flying hair and vigorous demeanor are exactly the most standard outstanding leader in the 21st century. operator!

The way the hero looked at Zhen Standard changed.

Having penetrated the screening standard of the ultimate mystery of radio gymnastics, it seems that something is no longer the same.

The moment Zhen Bian raised his head, the devil in black couldn't help but was shocked by his eyes and took a step back, only to see Zhen Bian raised the corners of his lips, showing a smile that was not standard at all:

"Kicking!"

Stepping forward, he kicked the unsuspecting demon head right in front of him with a powerful kick. The devil flew upside down, and the blood sprayed out was like mist in the air!

This is simply too terrifying, he can't avoid the kick!

"Breast expansion exercise!"

As soon as the devil stood firm, Zhen Standard quickly stretched out his arm forward to the left, and spun around driven by the upper body, and slapped the devil's chest with a seemingly gentle but powerful palm.

"Side movement!"

The waist-high image of the physical education teacher flashed across his mind, Zhen Bian's figure was like a leopard, and he bent down suddenly to avoid the palm of the devil.

The devil roared up to the sky, the trees shook down, the birds flew in fright, Zhen Standard still refused to evade!

"Body rotation movement!" "Abdominal and back movement!" Nailed in the air!

"Clean up the exercise!"

The phantom disappeared, and the black-clothed demon flew out with a very standard upside-down, hit the tree behind him, and slid down to the ground without a sound.

Zhen Bian fell back to the ground, stretched his arms in a circle, sank his breath into his dantian, slightly closed his eyelids, and exhaled lightly.

He was immersed in the mysterious realm that merged with radio gymnastics, and it took him a long time to hear the heart-piercing cough behind him.

Only then did Zhen Bian remember that there was another person.

A shadow suddenly fell over the head of the hero who hung his head and coughed up blood. He raised his head in a daze, and saw Zhen Bian bent slightly in that strange clothes and stretched out a hand to him.

The sun was already high, and the hero's face turned red under the light. He held Zhen Standard's hand a little excitedly.

"Dare to ask where your master came from, to be so unique!"

Zhen standard was silent.

He was really not used to this ancient way of speaking. He looked at the dazzling sun in the sky, as if he saw the hometown that he might never return to.

"The People's Republic of China, the third national broadcast gymnastics for middle school students..."

"Dancing, moving, green, spring."

The author has something to say:

I am so tired from writing this play (light a cigarette)

Ji: What kind of drama did you write? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻