Carlo stood alone in the room looking at herself, her gauze bloated around her.

She took off her coat and began to slowly tear the wrapped gauze from her arm.

The gauze has been wrapped around for a long time as if it melted into one's own skin and flesh, every time it was torn apart, it was accompanied by the pain of the skin and flesh.

When she finished tearing the gauze on her arm, looking at the skin, she couldn't believe it.

This skin is like a newborn baby and exquisite jade porcelain. Is this still your own hand?

Her hand almost tremblingly stroked that arm, and the touch reached the bottom of her heart, real and even more psychedelic.

She now finally understands the medicine that overturned him that night, and why he made that distressed expression.

I also understand how painful the man felt when he broke the bottle mercilessly.

Because this medicine may never appear in this world again.

He applied this precious and only medicine to her.

When he went out, Carlo's petite body wore Zhang Wanlin's generous coat, and one side of his coat was lazily drooped, revealing his round scented shoulders, which really had a beautiful charm.

Zhang Wanlin was taken aback when she saw her, and completely walked out of the world of books.

He was a little puzzled: "Why don't you remove the face too?"

"I don't want to at the moment."

Carlo's voice is a little cold, it's not like a patient who has recovered from a serious illness and has a pleasant surprise.

This puzzled Zhang Wanlin.

I saw Carlo found a chair to sit next to Zhang Wanlin and looked at him seriously and seriously.

Zhang Wanlin was very uncomfortable.

"what happened to you?"

"I ask you, is that medicine precious?"

Zhang Wanlin thought for a while, then smiled: "Just ordinary herbs."

Carlo looked at him for a long, long time, and Zhang Wanlin saw the wetness in her eyes.

Why is she crying?

"I really hate it! I hate you for making me like this!"

Carlo's voice choked.

This made Zhang Wanlin stunned, he hardly knew what to say.

He wanted to give some comfort, but Carlo had already slammed the door into the room.

Zhang Wanlin will never understand that when a person has grown accustomed to loneliness, ridicule, and his own lowliness and ugliness, then suddenly bringing her to the light will cause her great discomfort and torture.

Because in the bottom of my heart, the land that has dried up for a long time no longer needs any clean water.

In the days to come, Zhang Wanlin became busier and busier. He went out earlier and came back later. The wounds became scars, and the scars became wounds again.

But no matter how tired he is, he can always sit quietly in front of the experiment table, read the book, and occasionally tinker with whimsical experiments.

From his tired face, Carlo never read any despair or loss, only a calm or occasional smile.

After spending so long with Zhang Wanlin, Carlo knew that he was quiet.

Quiet is deep, quiet and calm.

When Carlo asked the woman next to Zhang Wanlin, Zhang Wanlin always had a smile on his face, a smile that Carlo had never had before.

She asked: "What is this laugh?"

"I like it."

Zhang Wanlin answered.

"What is it like?"

Seeing Carlo who was innocent at the table, Zhang Wanlin couldn't help but smile.

"I like it because you want to stay by her side and talk to her. Even if it is far away, your thoughts will still be tied to her.

Do you like it? "

Zhang Wanlin is looking forward to her answer.

Carlo was angry and said, "I really don't understand what you are talking about."

Sometimes Zhang Wanlin will practice daytime movements in the dormitory when he comes back, but the dormitory is not narrow enough for him to fully display his figure.

As a result, he can always hear the sound of Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong Dong. All three nights are shrouded in stench.

Carlo would come out to see him from time to time when he was bored, holding his chin in his small hand and tapping his cheek with his fingers.

Sitting there, like a professional judge.

Zhang Wanlin gasped and said, "Is this my trick very powerful?"

The face is not without pride.

Carlo said: "Trash!"

Such swear words would not appear in aristocratic dictionaries, and Zhang Wanlin didn't understand it for a while.

Carlo disdainfully said: "It turns out that your nobleman's martial arts is so bad."

Zhang Wanlin said: "Where is the difference?"

In order to prove that the martial arts of the nobles are the most inferior martial arts in the world, Carlo beckoned Zhang Wanlin to come.

Carlo put everything on the desk aside, and then slapped it on the table with a slap.

boom! With a muffled noise, the table fell apart and fell into a pile of torn wood.

The air was still floating with sawdust.

Zhang Wanlin looked at it for a long time, frowning: "My table!"

Without the desk, those books can only be put on the floor.

Carlo said: "Aren't you making up the exam now?"

Zhang Wanlin nodded.

"Then are you willing to learn this trick?"

Zhang Wanlin's eyes lit up.

So Carlo began to teach Zhang Wanlin this mysterious martial art at night. She didn't tell Zhang Wanlin the name of this martial art, but only taught him some of the methods.

"We all have power, but not everyone can use power.

Force can be divided into fast force and slow force, bright force and dark force.

Force should come from nature, follow nature, conform to nature, and come naturally.

When it comes to nature, it reaches the power of the upper strata. "

"There are three levels of force: first, powerful ideas.

Second, a strong body.

Third, the combination of form and meaning.

The idea is tension, and there must be tension to defend against the enemy at any time, and at the same time, it can be relaxed immediately.

Achieve ease of tension and relaxation.

The body is the body, coupled with the coordination of the various parts of the muscles, to achieve a degree of force, and the force is natural.

Xingyi is the perfect fusion of mind and form, so that the mind is in the shape, and the shape in the mind is the final layer. "

It only took one night for Zhang Wanlin to understand all these concepts, which unavoidably surprised Carlo slightly.

However, it needs to be improved in specific exercises.

The strength of the body needs to be matched with the physical qualities, such as strength and flexibility.

Although Zhang Wanlin has the foundation, it is far from enough.

Carlo was in charge of training, so the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling was always heard during the night.

For a long time, a student reported to the person in charge of the dormitory, saying: "The dormitory is haunted."

Under the training of the devil during the day and night, after half a month, Carlo finally said to Zhang Wanlin: "You may be able to defeat Elena now."

Zhang Wanlin didn't believe it at all, showing a wry smile, "How can I beat her?"

You must know that Elena is the school's first martial arts student, the first in actual combat, and her talent is not groundless.

Carlo said: "Didn't you notice it?

She has never regarded you as an opponent, and this is your chance.

As long as you take advantage of the unpreparedness and surprise, it is possible to win. "

Listening to Carlo's analysis, Zhang Wanlin felt that this was not a distant matter, thinking about how glorious it would be if he had won Elena.

She will also look at herself with admiration later.

This evening, Zhang Wanlin was very excited.

So much so that I had a beautiful dream, in which I was defeated in the hands of Elena.

The next training Zhang Wanlin was even harder. He started training like a bull who was desperately trying to train. This posture frightened all the trainees beside him.