"You lose."
Zhang Xincheng said.
However, the next moment, he suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of danger coming. He let go of his hand in panic and took two steps back.
In just an instant, the clothes on his chest were torn to pieces by some force, and cracked wounds appeared on large areas of his skin.
Blood gushed out.
Fu Anan, who was blood-thirsty, jumped up in an instant, kicked him to the ground, and pinched his neck with his fingers.
Zhang Xincheng was stunned by this strange attack, "I lost."
"No."
Noticing the blood on his chest, Fu Anan quickly stood up. Just as he was about to continue talking, he suddenly felt a sweet sensation in his throat, "Ugh!"
One was bleeding, the other was vomiting blood.
Both of them were taken to the infirmary.
The crowd watching the game was left confused, especially those who placed bets, wondering, "Is this a win or a loss?"
“Draw, draw!”
The banker shouted that all the supplies would belong to him.
"Fuck you!"
The person who placed the bet immediately got angry and said, "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear Captain Zhang say that he lost? This round of compensation won't kill you."
"Why should I pay compensation? It's obviously a draw."
The dealer insisted.
The people who placed bets surrounded him and said, "You have no say in this matter. Can you please give us your judgment, Master Fu?"
Pingli arrived a step too late. Fu Yizhi also went to the infirmary, leaving only a few team members to pack up. Two people were preparing to move the table that Fu Yizhi had just used. As soon as the person on the right touched the table, a piece of the heavy solid wood corner broke.
The man was stunned and quickly called the team leader in charge.
It is not a neat cut, and there are obvious signs of external compression.
The team leader recalled Fu Yizhi's hand that had been placed there just now, and then looked at the unlucky guy, "You didn't break it, move it back."
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Infirmary
Zhang Xincheng is bandaging his wound.
Fu Anan is undergoing an internal medicine examination.
Fu Yizhi sat in the middle, looking at the two coldly. He didn't get angry just now, but now it's time to scold them.
"Yes."
Zhang Xincheng sat up straight immediately after hearing this, "When we are sparring among ourselves, we should stop when it's time."
"So is that enough for today? Do you need me to prepare the ICU for you?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xincheng stood up immediately without caring about the bandages, "I'm sorry, Master Fu, it's all my fault."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't!"
Fu Anan, who was listening at the side, stood up quickly and said, "Brother Fu, this is what I discussed with Master yesterday. Don't punish him. If you want to punish someone, it should be me."
Fu Yizhi looked over expressionlessly, "Do you think you can escape?"
Well…
Fu Anan stood there, pinching her fingers nervously.
The atmosphere in the infirmary suddenly froze, and the doctors inside dared not move, acting as a living background. Master Fu's angry look was so scary that no one dared to breathe.
Blood was oozing out from Zhang Xincheng's chest again.
"Sit down and get bandaged."
Fu Yizhi said coldly, "Before tomorrow, write a 5,000-word self-criticism and post it on the bulletin board on the fourth floor."
This punishment is not bad, it is much gentler than before, but it is a bit embarrassing.
Fu Anan breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Fu Yizi's eyes looked over here.
The look in the Dean's Office's eyes...
"Brother Fu, a five thousand word self-review, I understand!"
"Write 15,000 words. Reflect on at least three dimensions. Write clearly and clearly, and speak with sincerity. I'll check it. If it doesn't pass, rewrite it. Give it to me on the third day after the competition is over."
Fu Yizhi, the dean of teaching, has no feelings
Everyone must think that I have failed again.
No!
There are 3 more chapters tonight, but I suggest you watch it tomorrow~
(End of this chapter)