My Line Connect To The Demon World

Ye Fan felt delighted in his heart.    

Little Spiky, just wait to be tortured by blood.    

"Teacher, I jumped."    

Although the jump rope was heavy, Tung Shou could still jump with the help of spiritual energy.    

One jump, two jumps, three jumps...    

"Pa!"    

The jumping rope was special, it was difficult to control the strength.    

He actually jumped three times and hit his leg.    

It was fine if he didn't hit.    

This time, Tung Shou roared in pain.    

He threw the rope onto the ground and began to rub his legs. A bruise immediately appeared on his leg.    

This was too painful. It was said that pain was divided into ten levels. The first level was the pain of being bitten by mosquitoes, and the tenth level was the pain of a woman giving birth.    

However, he felt that being hit by the rope was even more painful than being bitten by mosquitoes at the same time as giving birth.    

This kind of pain. It was as if the pain came from the inside. It was a stabbing pain in the soul. In any case, it was a pain.    

Tung Shou didn't want to jump anymore. He wanted to go home. He wanted to lean against his mother and listen to the story of the past...    

But when he saw Ye Fan's murderous gaze, he did not dare not jump.    

And just now, he swore that he would finish it in an hour.    

He couldn't just end it right away.    

Ye Fan was about to burst out laughing in his heart. He finally felt the joy of being a teacher.    

Actually, happiness was very simple. It was the pain of seeing the students suffer in the past.    

Just like how there were many parents who knew that hitting their children was wrong, why did they still hit them?    

Was there a filial son under the rod?    

No, it was just that he had been beaten up a lot when he was young. When he grew up, he would naturally hit back when he had children.    

After that, it became an inheritance...    

Look at how painful he was.    

The others didn't believe it.    

After all, how could jumping rope be like this?    

Could it be that he and his teacher had planned to put on an act together?    

The others were bored to death.    

"Teacher, he's jumping rope. Then what should we do?"    

Ye Fan smiled and said, "You guys first conserve your energy. In an hour, another person will take over the shift."    

"Then... Alright, let's just sit cross-legged and cultivate."    

An hour later.    

Everyone slowly woke up from their training.    

"Eh? Why is Tung Shou crying?"    

Tung Shou was startled.    

Then, he burst into tears.    

It was heartbreaking.    

That cry was heartbreaking.    

"Wuwuwu... It hurts, it hurts too much!"    

"I don't want to jump anymore!"    

"Teacher Ye, I was wrong. I will never go against you again..."    

Wong Yi smiled disdainfully.    

"What a waste, to be able to cry from jumping rope."    

"Come, jump for me!"    

"Teacher, is that alright?"    

"Sure!"    

Ye Fan had an aunt's smile on his face.    

What a good child!    

Looking at their pure eyes, his heart was filled with gratification.    

He picked up the rope that had fallen to the ground and said, "Connect it."    

"Bang!"    

Wong Yi did not catch it for the first time. The rope fell to the ground and cracked.    

Everyone looked at each other. "Teacher, we feel that jumping rope is a little time-consuming. Why don't we cultivate first?"    

"I think so too. Besides, I don't know how to jump rope."    

"Yes, I've never learned it since I was young. Sigh, there's nothing I can do."    

...    

"Pick up the rope."    

Ye Fan's voice became cold.    

Wong Yi was so scared that he trembled.    

At this moment, he finally understood Tung Shou.    

I'm sorry, we misunderstood you.    

"Teacher Ye, is your class firing firecrackers? Why is it always ping-pong?"    

At this time, Han Xun was lying at the door, looking at the interior of the class curiously.    

"So it's Teacher Han."    

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Nothing much, just playing a little game with the students."    

"It just so happens that the students don't know how to jump rope. Why don't you give them a demo, Teacher Han?"    

"Ah?"    

Han Xun was flattered. He did not expect Ye Fan to invite him to help with the class.    

Of course, after being tortured last time.    

Han Xun finally straightened his position.    

He was not like the others.    

He wanted revenge after being tortured.    

The key was that he was powerless.    

He was already so old.    

He had practiced martial arts many years earlier than Ye Fan.    

Even so, he was still no match for him.    

It was even more impossible for him to surpass Ye Fan in the future.    

So it was better not to provoke him.    

Harmony was the most important.    

Thus, his attitude this time was much better.    

He also became warmhearted.    

"Haha, no problem. What's there to not know how to jump when it's just a small jump rope? It's just a small matter."    

Han Xun walked in with big strides.    

He had a proud smile on his face, which made him not care about the students looking at him with pity.    

Eh?    

This jump rope is a bit heavy.    

Hehe, interesting.    

This must be Ye Fan's unique training method.    

He could use it as a reference.    

He jumped a few times.    

"Hiss!"    

He made a careless mistake. When the jump rope hit his leg, it actually hurt so much that he broke out in cold sweat. He gasped.    

This was too painful. His entire calf was burning, as if he had lost all feeling.    

Even a slight movement would affect his nerves, letting him experience what it was like to be sore.    

He looked at the malicious gazes of the students.    

Han Xun finally knew that this was not a good job.    

But as a teacher, he had to persist.    

He forced a smile on his ferocious face. "Students, it was a mistake just now. Teacher will now give you a proper demonstration."    

"Teacher Han, do your best!"    

"Teacher, you can do it."    

"What are you talking about!? To Han Xun, jumping rope was a piece of cake. "    

...    

Han Xun picked up the jumping rope again and continued jumping.    

He jumped very slowly, afraid that he would hit his leg again. That kind of pain was heartbreaking, it was more painful than death.    

However, things did not go according to his wishes. After jumping a dozen times, another heavy hammer hit his leg.    

The weight of the jump rope was originally greater than an ordinary jump rope.    

Adding on the special effect of the beard, it wasn't that easy to jump.    

So everyone was on the same starting line, so there wasn't much difference.    

Han Xun secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.    

"Haha, teacher is not in a good state today. Let's not demonstrate for now. You should have learned it too. Practice on your own."    

Seeing Han Xun jump so painfully,    

The students were even more nervous.    

But they were forced by Ye Fan's dignity.    

Wong Yi reluctantly picked up the jump rope and walked to the side to practice.    

At this moment, another teacher walked in from the door.    

"Teacher Han Xun, you still have a class next. It's about to start. Hurry up and prepare to leave."    

Class?    

It didn't exist. He couldn't move at all. His legs hurt.    

"Teacher Li, take me up first. I'm helping Teacher Ye on this side."    

...    

Teacher Lee shook his head. In order to help others, he didn't even attend his class.    

What a waste of time.    

Did he not care about his own team's trial training?    

Inadvertently, his evaluation of Han Xun fell to a freezing point.    

Of course, Han Xun saw the look of disgust in Teacher Lee's eyes at the end.    

But it was useless. His legs were trembling as he stood there, let alone walking.    

"Teacher Li, don't go yet. The students are not familiar with jumping ropes. Help me demonstrate before you leave."    

Ten minutes later.    

A student from another team arrived at the door.    

"Teacher Han, Teacher Li, who will be attending your class? The students are all anxious."    

"Please help us with our class first. It's a little inconvenient for us to attend this class."