The Profligate Madam of the Family

   Chapter 1896 They lost miserably

   More than a dozen boys, all with a dumbfounded look. Although it was indeed won by Monan, but because the speed just now was too fast, everyone still did not react.

  How did she do it so quickly?

  How did she do it so well?

   is too strong, right?

  But she clearly looks like a little girl.

  And it's so beautiful, it looks like a weak one.

"Since you have lost, then listen to me." Mo Nanchong said, "I will train you now and do as I said. First train your physical fitness. I will give you a suitable training method. Wait a minute. , Come here to teach you about marksmanship."

  Hearing what Monan Chong said, everyone did not dare to refute it.

  I am a little bit convinced now, Mo Nan Chong should really be the person Lian Kuang found to train them, but this girl is really too enchanting.

  So young, so beautiful, but so powerful, it's really a bit weird.

  After arranging the things to be done in physical training, Monan Chong thought about it again. After a while, she should arrange the fighting first. She felt that the methods of this group of people had problems.

  Although Kung Fu is actually not weak, everyone uses it in a wrong way, so Kung Fu is also uneven.

  If you can improve your skills, not only will it not be too strenuous, but it will be more powerful.

  A group of people trained, and Monan Chong was waiting with his cheeks on the side.

   More than a dozen boys felt embarrassed because they lost to Munan’s favor, so they did not dare to be lazy or refuted.

  After the physical training was over, Monan Chong asked a few people to stand up.

   "How does this thing stand?"

  When I saw that the piles were so small and the spacing was so big, some people had a bit of objection, and they thought it was not good.

   "Just stand like this." With a light leap, Mo Nanchong had already jumped to the half-person Zhuangzi, and then she stood firmly on the pile.

  She looked at the others, "Just stand like me."

   "Fuck, so awesome!"

   "Boss, how long do you stand, will you stand with us?"

   "Stand with us, if you don't stand, we won't stand either."

  A group of people stared at Monan Chong.

  Monan's favorite: "..."

  "Okay, if I accompany you, I’ll accompany you. I have to stand for at least an hour."

  Everyone turned black when they heard Monan Chong’s words, "An hour?"

  I feel that ten minutes is hard to stick to. One hour, isn’t that terrible?

  But Monan Chong has said so. Everyone, look at me, and I look at you. After hesitating for a while, he still stood up.

   Anyway, Monan Chong himself said that for an hour, everyone stood together. They can’t stand. Can she hold on for an hour?

  The physical strength of girls is definitely not as good as that of boys, and Menan’s pet is definitely not better than them.

  Everyone stood on the stakes.

  In less than ten minutes, someone has already started screaming.

   "Fuck, it's dying, my legs are so sore, I'm going to fall, help!"

   "I can't do it anymore, my leg is so sore, it's going to be broken, it's going to be broken!"

  "This is not something that people do. I can't do it anymore, big man, can we end it? You end it too, let's give you a step down!"

  Monan Chong: "I don't need steps, I'm pretty good, you guys hold on to me."

  Everyone complained, and it had never been so miserable.

  They thought that Monan Chong would not last long, but as a result, she stood for half an hour without a drop of sweat.

   "It really doesn't work!"

   "My legs are about to split!"

   "Boss, we beg for mercy, let us go!"

  All the people wailed. They are standing on the pile now. They are not going down, nor are they going down, they are terribly painful.

   Seeing that he was about to fall, but he did not dare to fall directly, for fear of hurting himself.

  For an hour, everyone who persisted was sweating profusely.

  Monan Chong is still calm and breezy. She did not fall a single drop of sweat. When she lightly jumped from the stake to the ground, she looked at a dozen boys.

  These boys seem to have crawled out of hell, and their expressions are very hideous.

   "Help!"

   "Boss, can you help me, I can't get off!"

   "No way, my legs are going to split!"

   "Help! God!"

  Monan was pampered as if she had done nothing. She tilted her head and looked at the crowd, then walked over, gently supported a person's arm, and got that person off the stake first.

   Then, she began to pick up people one by one.

  When these dozen or so big boys fell on the ground, they were all sitting in the splits, their legs were sore and trembling crazily.

  "You, you are not human!" A boy looked at Bai Qiao pitifully, "How could you have nothing at all!"

  "It’s better to practice often." Mong Chong said indifferently, "If you practice too much, you will naturally get used to it. You have too little stamina. No wonder Lian Kuang wants to train you."

   More than a dozen boys all looked at Monan pet in a daze, "So big brother, do we have other training?"

   "Naturally, there are. The arrangements for you are plain and clear." Menan glanced at a group of big boys, "Go to the back to practice shooting first. I will see how your shooting skills are."

   "Shoot?"

  Someone's eyes brightened, "It's not a problem."

   Shooting among them is indeed pretty good.

  I feel that at that time, I can amaze her again in front of Monan's favor.

  Monan Chong’s face was calm, she said oh, and took a group of people to the shooting range.

   Then, she began to show her abilities.

  As a result, although a group of people say that they are pretty good, there are not a few who have scored in the top ten in a row.

  Mo Nan pampered his cheeks, "Do you have any misunderstandings about being powerful, do you call this powerful?"

  Everyone: "..."

  They really think that they are pretty awesome.

  This level is pretty good.

   "I'll show it to you." Mo Nanchong went directly to the design. She played a dozen times in succession, all of which were hearts.

  Everyone was stunned, their mouths opened as if they could swallow an egg.

   "You, how did you do it?"

   "Isn't it, you shoot continuously, don't you feel sore?"

  The recoil force of this gun is still very strong, but Menan favors a girl with such a slender arm, and when he does it, he doesn't seem to receive any force.

  How did she do it?

  All the people are looking at Monan Chong, their expressions are terribly complicated.

   "Why sore hands? It means that you are not strong enough." Menan Chong said coldly, "Do you still think you are great? Not even me, that's great?"

  Everyone: "..."

  Not as good as her? Are you talking human words?

  (End of this chapter)