The sun was just right on Sunday, shining through the windows of the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, leaving the room full of brilliance. Lou Cheng stepped on the inch-by-inch radiance with his bare feet, as if walking on a road paved with gold. He was in a happy mood and full of Yi was happy and let go of all the stress.
He looked at Yan Zheke, who was walking back leisurely against the background of muffled silence of the martial arts disciples and students.
This is what victory tastes like!
When passing by Cai Zongming and others, he nodded and greeted them contentedly, without any embarrassment from the reality of bare feet.
"What a master fan!"
"It turns out that warriors who have not been outside the outer gang can be so powerful, and they broke their shoes in one fell swoop..."
"Didn't you see that there are cracks and footprints on the stone floor? If you punch the boys in our academy, wouldn't you beat them into meatloaf?"
"It's so manly!"
A few girls from the Art Academy whispered to each other and kept admiring. They usually only watch the battles outside the gang. They lack a clear understanding of alchemy and body training. Today is the first time they know that human beings can be so fierce with their bodies alone. For the first time, I am impressed by my own school's martial arts club.
"Boys who practice martial arts are so energetic and temperamental..." They saw Lin Que standing up and walking towards Lou Cheng. They looked around and came to the same conclusion.
Cai Zongming listened to their undisguised discussion, and had the urge to burst into tears. If he hadn't been lazy last year and joined the special training of the Martial Arts Club, now, now, now he still can't beat Chengzi... He is a pervert!
Zhang Jingye was faintly acidic, Wu Qian was keenly aware of it, and hurriedly whispered in his ear: "Just think that we are discussing TV stars, idol singers, well-known warriors, just talk about it, gossip, not many people really take it to heart go."
"That's right." Zhang Jingye immediately felt relieved.
But in this way, wouldn't there be a distance between Cheng Zi and himself and others
Qiu Zhigao said with emotion: "I really envy Chengzi... I often dream about the scene just now..."
As a guy who likes to show off his muscular body in the dormitory, and as a freshman with an amateur level at school, it must be a lie to say that he never dreamed of martial arts when he was young, but as he grows older, he loses talent and gradually recognizes it. After clearing the reality, I rationally invested my time and energy in reading.
Looking at the arena in a daze, his blood was boiling, his melancholy lasted for a long time, and finally turned into a sigh, and he was speechless.
I hope that Chengzi can go further on the martial arts, and let me know how beautiful this glorious road is...
Zhao Qiang was pondering, and suddenly blurted out: "Old Qiu, did you find that Chengzi won the game with a 'ha' at the end, it must be protected by a mysterious power, he sacrificed his time..."
"Ah, what?" Qiu Zhigao looked blank.
"Forget it, you're not a real fan..." Zhao Qiang lowered his voice and sighed, "We've been flattering and laughing all the way, it's not as impressive as Chengzi playing two games."
Qiu Zhigao laughed and said, "It's normal, just like you like beautiful, cute and playful girls."
"I like studying." Zhao Qiang pushed his black-rimmed glasses seriously, "I'm going to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination from now on."
"It's so early, you're only a freshman!" Qiu Zhigao said in surprise.
Zhao Qiang smiled slightly, put away all the seriousness and indecency, and said with a sigh: "I have thought about it very clearly. Everyone has their own characteristics and their own future. The postgraduate entrance examination is the most suitable for me. I can't let others practice martial arts. , I’ll just follow the martial arts practice? It’s better to prepare early than to rush into battle, right? Slowly improve your connotation and ability, there will always be people who like me, right?”
The three rhetorical questions in a row made Qiu Zhigao stunned for a while, and hissed: "Ah Qiang, why do you feel that you have a little depth of thought?"
Zhao Qiang didn't speak, and pushed the black-rimmed glasses again, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the window.
...
When Lou Cheng was about to walk to the tatami area where the Songda Martial Arts Club was located, when Lou Cheng saw Li Mao taking the lead, everyone applauded to welcome him back, while Yan Zheke smiled and rolled his eyes, seemingly playful or joyful.
Amidst the clapping applause, he found Lin Que standing up and walking towards him, so he smiled and raised his right hand in a gesture of high-five.
Lin Que was startled, and didn't slow down his pace, but when he was about to pass by Lou Cheng's right side, he stretched out his palm and gave him a light slap.
"Come on!" Lou Cheng said with a smile, and added in his stomach, uncle!
Lin Que nodded, looked over his shoulder, looked at the ring, and looked at his own opponent.
The two passed each other, and Lou Cheng returned to the tatami and was sitting in Lin Que's place, only one Guo Qing away from Yan Zheke.
"sharp!"
"Oranges are fine!"
"The fixed product competition in April is guaranteed!"
Li Mao, Sun Jian, Chen Changhua and others gave thumbs up and expressed their admiration, which made Lou Cheng happy physically and mentally, full of refreshment.
He was about to clasped his fists in response, when he suddenly felt pain in his arms and hands, he hurriedly unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves, and found several bruises, a little redness and swelling, and his bones were also very sore.
"Are you all right? I brought ointment and I'm in the locker room." Yan Zheke looked around and asked with a bit of distress.
ah? Hearing these words, Li Mao, Lin Hua and the others cast their gazes over, looking back and forth between Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke.
And Yan Zheke also realized that she had acted too proactively and became the focus of everyone, her pretty face suddenly flushed, she was shy and timid, and she was so beautiful.
Lou Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he went to the locker room to apply ointment? The two get along
He kept the last bit of reserve and said: "Lin Que is about to compete, as a teammate, it doesn't seem good to not watch or cheer, right?"
Sun Jian behind him couldn't bear his "hypocrisy", he yelled: "Lin Que's opponent is only a first-rank amateur, what's there to see? Hurry up and apply the ointment, don't leave any hidden wounds, and affect next week's competition!"
"Okay!" Lou Cheng was waiting for someone's persuasion, and immediately stood up, looking at Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke regretted making this suggestion a long time ago, she felt her face was burning hot, and immediately gave him a blank look, but after looking at his bruises and swelling, she pursed her lips, turned her head, stood up, blushing, Avoiding all gazes but rather arrogantly walked towards the locker room.
Lou Cheng looked at her swaying back, and followed behind with a swaying mind, while Li Mao and others whispered in his ears.
"Tsk tsk, the current junior is amazing!" Chen Changhua sighed with emotion.
As a college student who also practiced martial arts, why did he become a single dog for four years
Li Mao also sighed: "I always thought he had no hope of catching up..."
It's like thinking that his future in martial arts is just like that...
In the locker room, there was no one around, Yan Zheke turned around, put her hands behind her back, and snorted:
"Tell me about you, why did you agree! You should ask me to take out the ointment and apply it on the outside!"
Lou Cheng suddenly felt flirtatious, pretended to be pitiful and said, "But I'm not good at painting myself, I have both hands, and it still hurts."
"Really?" Yan Zheke hurriedly checked. As a girl from a martial arts family, she still had the appropriate eyesight. She breathed a sigh of relief, "There is no injury on the bone. You sit down and I'll get the ointment."
She trotted to the locker, took out the ointment, sat next to Lou Cheng, raised her bruised right hand, squeezed out the ointment, and kneaded it vigorously with specific techniques.
Lou Cheng's gaze has been chasing her figure, following her busyness, at this moment, looking at the girl beside her, at her fragile skin, at her remaining thin red cheeks, at her blushing. With moist lips, looking at her slightly distressed expression, looking at her focused and gentle eye waves, although there are bursts of pain in the place where her right hand was kneaded, but she is willing to do it, and even if she is not drunk, everyone will feel happy. feeling drunk.
At this moment, he had longed for eternity.
After rubbing away the bruises on his hands, Yan Zheke rolled her eyes and said, pretending to be normal: "Which is your closet? Let me bring your shoes here, it's not good to step on the ground with bare feet."
"That." Lou Cheng pointed, enjoying the girl's thoughtfulness and tenderness.
"Keep rubbing yourself~" Yan Zheke wiped her hands with a tissue next to her, then turned and walked towards the cabinet.
When she took out Loucheng's sneakers, she deliberately blocked her view with her back, looked at the markings quickly and carefully, then raised the corners of her mouth, and carried the shoes back with a hard smile.
"What's so happy?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Yan Zheke smiled and said, "Thinking that if you didn't bring these shoes, you would have to go back barefoot!"
"Who would use martial arts shoes as a daily item?" Lou Cheng replied with a relaxed mind and body.
His socks were gloriously broken just now, so he could only wear shoes on bare feet for the time being.
...
"Ah! Lou Cheng is so handsome!" Yan Xiaoling stared at the playback on the screen while sending a voice to Huanfan.
Huanfan smiled crisply and said: "The scene of him turning around and leaving the field barefoot perfectly fits all my expectations and fantasies of the mysterious master!"
"I heard from the commentator that the loser who lost the ninth rank is very strong, and he is close to the alchemy realm. Haha, he is now crazily praising our Lou Cheng, saying that he is not only talented, he is also good at actual combat, good at Seize the opportunity..." Yan Xiaoling was satisfied and wanted to give the commentary a thumbs up.
While the two girls were chatting and laughing, Yan Xiaoling opened the webpage, logged into the forum, and prepared to create posts related to this selection contest.
When the page was swiped out, she suddenly rubbed her eyes, a little suspicious that she had read the wrong number.
There were only four followers yesterday, how come there are three hundred and sixty-eight followers now
How many times has this been doubled
"Fanfan, Fanfan, go to the forum! I think something is wrong with my eyes!" Yan Xiaoling quickly sent a message to Fanfan.
After a while, Huanfan replied weakly: "It seems that there is something wrong with my eyes."
In this forum, "Unrivaled Dragon King" silently sent a post:
"Building Information Collection"
"Name: Lou Cheng."
"Occupation: Student."
"Age: Nineteen."
"School attended: Songcheng University."
"Martial arts grade: strong professional ninth rank."
...
In the Hongluo Martial Arts Hall, most of the disciples and students were already desperate and full of loss. Only a few core disciples who knew Pan Chengyun's true strength still had the last hope that he could turn the tide of the battle as a secret weapon.
As long as Lin Que is defeated, the third martial artist of Songcheng University will not even have a first rank amateur!
Pan Chengyun adjusted his breathing, and stood opposite Lin Que. Since it was his first time to play, there was no problem of physical recovery, so even if there was no time for dialogue, the referee was not too eager to announce the start of the match. Instead, he called the staff to clean up the debris in the arena. , so as not to interfere with the subsequent battle.
After a lot of busy work, he confirmed to the two warriors, then waved his right hand and said loudly:
"start!"
Pan Chengyun knew that Lin Que would not be able to hide his ninth-rank professional strength for long, and would be exposed after a few hands, so he planned to go all out from the beginning and seize the opportunity when the other party looked down upon him.
He visualized the spreading flames, "ignited" his whole body, tensed his back, pushed down, exerted strength with his legs and feet, and suddenly rushed towards Lin Que, several meters away.
Lin Que didn't back down, strode forward, stopped suddenly, exerted force on his feet, his body trembled slightly, his temples immediately bulged out, and he pulled his right arm back, completing the explosion and electric shot within a very short distance, hitting Pan Chengyun like a meteor .
And Pan Chengyun also completed the first eruption, as if he was holding a giant hammer, hitting hard.
boom!
As soon as the two collided, Pan Chengyun felt as if he had been hit by a bomb. His whole body trembled, his bones trembled, his qi and blood rolled, his five internal organs felt uncomfortable, and his fascia muscles couldn't exert their strength for a while!
Lin Que approached, snapped his left arm out, and landed on his neck.
"The third match, Lin Que won!" The referee suddenly wanted to laugh, this ended even faster than the first match, it really was a battle between a professional ninth-rank and an amateur first-rank, the gap was really huge.
Lin Que didn't look at Pan Chengyun, and with a thoughtful look on his expressionless face, he whispered to himself:
"Sure enough, like him, you have to try your best at the beginning?"
While speaking, Lin Que cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the ring with neither joy nor sorrow. There was really nothing to be happy about defeating an amateur first-rank opponent.
Pan Chengyun stared blankly, and suddenly wanted to shout loudly and announce the truth to everyone.
I am a professional ninth grade, not an amateur first grade!
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