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Chapter 3 Sound Killing

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    For the course "Sound Killing", Luo Jiujiang had expected a lot before.

    Luo Cang's "Sound Killing" can be regarded as his unique skill. It has always been famous for its neat and sophisticated moves, difficult to learn and difficult to master.  In the few times he taught the technique of sound killing in the school before, only three out of ten people could understand it, and at most one out of ten people could learn it, but none of the disciples were in line with his wishes.

    Before this class, Luo Jiujiang was very eager to try, intending to challenge this record.

    However, what records are we talking about now?  What are you talking about?  This old bastard's words are a bit too dark.

    The two immediately responded to Luo Cang's words.  Luo Jiujiang was about to jump up immediately, but Han Qianling reacted, pressed Luo Jiujiang's shoulder and forced him back to his seat.

    Luo Cang had a panoramic view of the actions of these two people, his face was still calm, his expression seemed to be dead, and he only said indifferently: "Go out."

    These two words can be said to be extremely important. As soon as the words fell, Han Qianling's body staggered obviously, as if being pulled sideways by an invisible force.  Luo Jiujiang quickly reached out to grab Han Qianling, but was pressed against the seat by an extremely powerful force that could not be resisted, and he couldn't move at once.

    For a while, the school was eerily quiet, only a few crackling sounds were heard, but the tabletop under Luo Jiujiang's palm had already been crushed into fine cracks.

    Luo Jiujiang's muscles tensed up, his eyes were about to burst, but he still couldn't move a little finger.  Han Qianling gritted his teeth and resisted the driving force with all his strength, so that he could press Luo Jiujiang's wrist and make the last instruction: "Calm down, and listen carefully to the class."

    Having said this, Han Qianling turned his head to look directly at Luo Cang, and said calmly, "Don't bother me, sir, I can go out by myself."

    Luo Cang glanced at Han Qianling indifferently: "It's a pity that I'm a cripple, and I don't like others standing taller than me."

    As soon as the words fell, the strength that was put on Han Qianling's body suddenly doubled.  The door snapped open and shut, and everyone in the school almost watched him being thrown out the door.  A dull landing sound came faintly from outside the house.

    Luo Cang picked up the slate pen, turned the wheelchair and inscribed the word Yinsha on the ink-painted wooden board: "Today we will talk about Yinsha." He didn't care about the eye contact of the people below, "I'm not very patient.  Those who are stupid and weak, don¡¯t need to come to the next class.¡±

    The confinement on Luo Jiujiang's body was finally loosened, and the desk board under his palm was cut into two.  The dull sound of the plank breaking was particularly eye-catching in the classroom.

    "Listen to the class." Luo Cang repeated these two words again.  With a hint of impatience in his expression, he bent his pale and skinny knuckles and knocked on the front lacquer panel.

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    After class, a student named Luo Qi trotted all the way to the school grounds where Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling often practiced.

    Luo Jiujiang has a good personality and popularity.  As it is now, as soon as the class is over, Luo Qi rushes over, braving the possibility that Han Qianling will take his anger out on him as an ear-repaying act.

    "Brother Han." Luo Qi called out, and secretly took a look at Han Qianling: there were some stains on his cuffs and knees, there were some faint traces of blood on his palms, there was a layer of dust floating on his clothes, and there was a layer of dust on his forehead.  Sweating slightly, it seems that he has trained hard just now.

    It wouldn't matter if this dress appeared on Luo Jiujiang, anyway, he couldn't be idle every day, and his temper was very wild.  But it's a bit strange to put Han Qianling here: anyone who has been in contact with him knows that Han Qianling not only has a bland personality and is almost tasteless, even his clothes are never special.  No matter when and where, he always wears a simple and clean robe, which is neat and beyond reproach.

    Really angry.  Luo Qi sighed inwardly, and his words were more cautious.

    "Brother Han, just now Luo Ge's attitude towards the teacher was a bit aggressive, and now he is punished to stand in the school. He asked me to speak for him, please bring him some food at noon."

    Having said this, Luo Qi was actually mentally prepared for Han Qianling to be even more unhappy with him.  Unexpectedly, the other party only nodded with an "expected" attitude, and calmly said: "Please bring a message."

    Hearing his tone, he doesn't seem to be angry.  Luo Qi boldly glanced at Han Qianling's expression, but after all, he didn't see anything.

    In fact, Han Qianling is always polite and courteous to the outside world. Although he is not as natural and easy to get close to as Luo Jiujiang, he is also completely different from the domineering attitude of those dudes.  But Luo Qi couldn't say why, they were more afraid of Han Qianling than those dudes.

    Han Qianling seems to have a natural sense of alienation, which separates him from everyone else.?, passionate emotions, ups and downs, ups and downs are uncertain.  If you can't write a suitable tone today, then you don't have to keep it.  I never teach stupid people.  "

    The gong has always been a hit.  The occasions where it is used are either street performances or red and white things.  It would be embarrassing to say that a gong can be used to create a movement that combines joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

    Luo Jiujiang smiled indifferently, and he chewed on Luo Cang's request: "If you want to play this song, you can only use me and the gong?"

    This time Luo Cang didn't even open his mouth, but just cast an indifferent look.

    "Okay." Luo Jiujiang raised his lips and smiled, and deftly turned the wooden stick on the gong in a beautiful and perfect circle on the tip of his index finger: "Then I have to whistle and beat the gong."

    ? You can only use the words "self" and "gong", and whistling is not against the rules.

    The art of sound killing Luo Jiujiang's eyes flashed a very faint hint of arrogance: You hide it like a treasure, I don't think it is difficult to learn.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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