Chapter 61 Intermediate Course

At Ye Fan's strong request, Yan Bing had no choice but to take Ye Fan to listen to a theoretical class.

"It was the office area just now, now let's go to the teaching area." Yan Bing said on the side of the road. After leaving the chaotic office area, the cold and quiet atmosphere around gave Ye Fan a little like a secret base.

There were actually two doorkeepers at the entrance of the teaching area. Yan Bing took out his ID and showed it to the other party. The other party immediately saluted and let the two in. Ye Fan followed and said, "Why, you are also a formal investigator."

"Nonsense!" Yan Bing said, "Do you think I'm here because of nepotism? You are the one who goes nepotism! Be careful next time!"

Ye Fan cursed in his heart. Yan Bing asked Ye Fan: "What do you listen to?"

Ye Fan said in a daze: "What's there?"

Yan Bing said: "The physical skills and breath are divided into three levels: primary, middle and high!"

Ye Fan was stunned, thinking that what he learned from his father since childhood was definitely physical skills, and what he knew nothing was about breath. But if he asked for the junior level, it would be despised by Yan Bing, so he said, "Let's talk about it when you see the intermediate level of breath."

Yan Bing nodded, took Ye Fan directly to a classroom, and pushed the door open directly. Compared to the classrooms of ordinary schools, there were more multimedia facilities in this room, and the others were the same. The teacher spoke on stage, and the students listened in the audience, with men and women, and different ages. Another difference was that the atmosphere in the room was filled with. Ye Fan felt it for a moment, and it seemed that everyone was using "release". He was confused, but Yan Bing had already walked to the end of the classroom in front of everyone, pointing to the empty seat and said to Ye Fan: "Sit!" as if entertaining guests.

Ye Fan came over to sit down, but saw that everyone in the room looked at the two of them with suspicious eyes, including the teacher. Ye Fan quickly nodded to everyone. Everyone was even more confused and looked back at their teacher. The teacher opened his mouth and said, "What are you?"

"Teacher, please continue! Just pretend we don't exist." Yan Bing said. The greeting that Yan's father said was actually to say to the guard guards of the teaching area. Of course, the teacher and the students inside didn't know. It was inevitable that everyone would be surprised to suddenly break into the two of them. But it was undoubtedly their own people to enter here. The teacher secretly asked if he had come to check on his class, so he spoke harder.

This class was originally about "letting go". No wonder everyone in the room was using it. This is really a theory and practice. Ye Fan only thought it was novel and fun. The teacher's words also opened his eyes. How to use "letting go" and the working principle of "letting go" were no longer helpful to him. However, the operation and application techniques mentioned later made Ye Fan feel that this trip was worthwhile. When he heard the excitement, he couldn't help discussing it with Yan Bing. When he turned his head, Yan Bing slept soundly and his saliva was filled with bright saliva.

Ye Fan had to practice it himself. But at this time, what level was Ye Fan's breath? Once "release" was used, it immediately filled the entire classroom. Everyone was shocked like an electric shock, and they all looked back at Ye Fan. After the teacher was stunned, he couldn't help but feel proud: It seemed that he was teaching well, and experts of this level listened with relish and couldn't help but want to give it a try!

Many of the students are still very low at the moment, and it is very useless to use "letting go". Ye Fan is naturally very different. The teacher easily did the methods mentioned by him, and then he was looking forward to the next topic happily.

Of course, the teacher is much better than these students. He felt that Ye Fan was manipulating his breath according to what he said. So, he unknowingly, every time he talked about the same theory, and when Ye Fan did it, he immediately changed the same way. The other students were exhausted. Judging from the teacher's attitude, it seemed that he would have to finish all the courses in one day, and there was no room for everyone to digest!

Before I knew it, the teacher had already talked about Jibing. The students in the hall were stunned. Jibing was not the content of the intermediate course at all, so the teacher wouldn't have no idea about this!

However, the Jibing was not something that Ye Fan could do in one moment. Seeing Ye Fan stuck here, the teacher was relieved. After smearing his sweat, he looked back immediately. What was he doing!

Ye Fan gained a lot. Before he knew it, half a day had passed. He had received careful guidance from the entire process of the technique. The teacher was stunned for a moment and waved his hand and said, "Let's get here today!"

Ye Fan quickly pushed Yan Bing to wake up. Yan Bing was sleepy, but after seeing the time, he immediately shouted: "It's all this order, it's over, there's no lunch!"

Ye Fan ignored him and just asked, "Where is the senior class? Go and listen!"

Yan Bing said in a daze: "There is no classes at this time of the senior class. Why don't you go to the junior class to see if it's broken?"

Ye Fan was overjoyed. It was great that Yan Bing asked about the question that he was ashamed to say. The elementary class was right next to the intermediate level. The two of them walked in the back door, and the response was not as fierce as before. They sat silently in the last row, but no one paid attention to it.

The podium of the junior course is greater than that of the advanced courses, not only the teacher's verbal lectures, slideshows, pictures, animations, etc., Ye Fan listened for a while and knew that he really didn't have to come here.

The basic course tells how to manipulate the breath and the direction of the breath in the human body. Ye Fan's "star killing technique" breath does not go on an ordinary path, but is spread all over the whole body. So there is no need to know the meridians and parts that are being talked about above. He pushed Yan Bing, who had not had time to fall asleep, and the two left the classroom.

"Is it satisfying?" Yan Bing asked.

"I want to see when will the advanced course be available?" Ye Fan said.

"Please be early tomorrow!" Yan Bing said.

The two returned to Yan's father's office. Yan's father was smoking and drinking tea, which was so comfortable. Seeing the two people, "I've heard this for so long? How about it?"

Ye Fan said: "It's very helpful to listen to the intermediate course."

The stern father smiled and said, "Is that true? In fact, with your current level, those theoretical knowledge that follows the script is useless, so you can practice more."

Ye Fan nodded quickly, thinking that I had never heard of this course, so I didn't even know what I should practice.

"I have also said hello to the practical teaching side. If you want to go, you can go there. There can be simulated practical training, and I think it may be more helpful to you." said Yan Father.

"That's good, that's fun!" Yan Bing shouted.

"You know how to play!" The father of the stern father slapped the table and finally said to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, please roughly describe your breath level to me. When your injury is healed, you will go and test it. Then I can design a training plan specifically for you."

Ye Fan nodded repeatedly and retelled the skills he had mastered.

"You are already at a level of arrogance!" The father of Yan was stunned.

After all, this was not achieved by one's own efforts, and Ye Fan was not embarrassed to be proud, just nodded slightly.

"It shouldn't be that the last time you came to our house! What happened in just a few days?" Yan Father exclaimed.

"Are you a genius?" Although Yan Bing's breath level is a slag, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away.

The Yan Father shook his head repeatedly: "Arrogance requires a significant improvement in the quality of the breath. It has nothing to do with whether he is a genius or not. Apart from diligence, it is just a accumulation of time. I have already guessed what the situation is like like Ye Fan."

"What?" Yan Bing asked.

The stern father smiled and said, "Ye Fan just asked me to find a way to spread the breath to you. I guess, Ye Fan, you are just being transmitted by someone!"

Ye Fan was stunned, but since he had guessed it, he did not deny it anymore.

Yan's father exclaimed: "I didn't expect there was such an extremely special master!" But he knew that Ye Fan would not say anything. Yan's father exclaimed for a moment and did not ask any further. He just patted Ye Fan and said: "Practice well, uncle, please be optimistic about you!"

Ye Fan nodded, and his father said again: "There is another thing. Are you interested in becoming a special investigator?"

Ye Fan was stunned.

The father of the stern father then added: "I have one thing to tell you first. If you become a special investigator, your position must be absolutely clear and you cannot be half-hearted. You should think clearly before replying!"

Ye Fan nodded, and his father said again: "I have arranged a room for you, so you can live here for the time being!"

"I want to go and see Ye Ping." Ye Fan said.

"Yan Bing, take Ye Fan there." Yan's father said.

"Why is it me again?" Yan Bing was shocked.

The stern father took a breath of smoke and said, "Who told me to be me, you are my son!"

"Sooner or later, I will be my one day." Yan Bing said angrily.

"Then I am the old man, I can take care of both of them! It's great!" The father of Yan took a sip of tea.

Yan Bing ignored it, dragged Ye Fan out and walked towards the medical room.

"Hey, who sent your breath to you? Tell me!" Yan Bing whispered.

"Can you keep the secret for me?" Ye Fan asked.

"Of course!" Yan Bing slapped his chest.

Ye Fan waved his hand to signal him to come over. Yan Bing happily stretched his ears over, and Ye Fan whispered: "I can do it too!"

"Damn it!" Yan Bing reacted and cursed.

The two walked into the medical room. Ye Ping had finished treatment and was pushed to the wall and lying. A blood bag was hanging on the drip and was infusion of blood. "How is she?" Ye Fan asked the doctor.

"I haven't been hit hard, I just lose too much blood." The doctor said.

"Don't worry, there is the most blood here!" Yan Bing said, "No one who came back from the injury was a thunderous blood all the way. How can I not have much blood?"

"I haven't woken up yet?" Ye Fan asked when he saw Ye Ping closing his eyes.

The doctor wiped the sweat and said, "That's right. We thought she had fainted before, so we didn't get anesthetics for surgery as soon as possible. As a result, she was sweating profusely and opened her eyes and looked down. We realized that she was still awake and quickly took anesthetics again. The medicine had not yet passed."

"You are so awesome!" Yan Bing exclaimed, "It's not that the hospital doesn't have to bear medical accidents, right?"
Chapter completed!