On the same night, when Lou Cheng Yan Zheke was cycling at night and Peng Leyun was practicing in the swimming pool, all the lights were turned off in the Martial Arts Club venue of Imperial Capital College, and it was silent and empty.
The moonlight shone in from outside the window, and the silver frost sprinkled all over the ground. Chen Diguo stepped on "them" and came to the door of the locker room.
He paused for more than ten seconds, took out the key, unlocked the door, walked in, then put his hands in his pockets, and under the dim light, he carefully looked at every inch of the place, the long metal stool, the partitioned bathroom, The clean bathroom has a panoramic view.
Chen Diguo took two steps, stood in front of the locker, and used another key to open the one with his name on it.
There are a lot of sundries inside, including shampoo and spare razors.
He took them out one by one and put them into the backpack. His movements were very slow, as if he was hanging a heavy iron weight. It took him a full three minutes to pack them up.
Seeing the empty scene inside, he murmured his lips a few times, exhausted all his strength to close the cabinet door, and locked it again with a click.
He didn't take the key again, and let it hang there, hanging down the spare, shaking it lightly, as if there was no sound.
Taking a deep look at the nameplate with the words "Chen Diguo" written on it, the corners of his mouth curled up, he inhaled and looked to the side, there seemed to be crystal reflections in his eyes, then he stretched out his hand and tore it off, recognizing Carefully unfolded and flattened, stroked back and forth, and put it in the place where the photos were placed in the wallet.
Putting on his backpack and stuffing his wallet, Chen Diguo stepped back and approached the door step by step.
Taking another step back, he stared at the front. Ten seconds later, he reached out and grabbed the doorknob, pulling back the door of the locker room.
Click!
In the slight sound embedded in the lock cylinder, Chen Diguo seemed to be facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.
He still left the key on the door, carried his backpack, and measured the martial arts venue with his feet: a weight room with a lot of equipment, a ring with slightly old stone steps, five floors of spectator seats, and vaguely visible A wide field for exercise marks.
Step by step, slowly and heavily, Chen Diguo finally entered the room of honor, and stopped in front of the window displaying the many championship trophies won by the Martial Arts Club of Imperial Capital Academy.
He stretched out his hand again, but lightly touched the cold glass.
After hovering for a moment, he withdrew his right palm, turned around, and walked outside. The backpack behind him was not big, as if he hadn't taken anything with him.
Step by step, Chen Diguo kept looking around, and returned to the entrance of the martial arts gym at a snail's pace.
Looking up and down, he let out a long sigh and showed a bitter smile.
bang!
The door slowly closed, and everything he was familiar with gradually disappeared from his eyes, and finally there was nothing left.
The bright moon in the sky remained the same forever, Chen Diguo turned and left, his figure elongated, wobbly, and gradually drifting away.
In the shadows outside the office of the Martial Arts Club, Ren Li with long hair and shawl, and Shen You, who was faintly melancholy, watched quietly, no one spoke, and no one stood up.
After a long time, there were two more sighs.
...
This night, Li Xiaoyuan, with long hair and a very classical and elegant temperament, was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, facing a lazy old man.
"This is the condition of our Haiyuan Club. As long as you agree, you can now choose the alchemy martial arts you want from the Anbu, Cibu and Plaguebu. Hehe, although they are all fragments and incomplete, the corresponding There is still some content about the outer gang." The old man in the dark retro martial arts uniform said with a smile, "We are not yet in the top professional competition, but you also know that the 'witch' is growing very fast, old man, I will fight for another five years without any problem , and we are still inviting other strong outsiders to cultivate potential candidates from the martial arts school, before you graduate, we must have been among the top twelve forces."
"Sounds good." Li Xiaoyuan drank the lipstick tea and nodded with a smile.
"Actuated?" The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"We can initially sign a contract first, and when you pass over the formal contract and confirm that there is no problem, this matter will be settled." Li Xiaoyuan said calmly, as if this is not the most important decision related to his martial arts life , Just go to the supermarket to buy something.
No, when you go to the supermarket to buy things, you will be more entangled in what to choose, but he is not now!
The old man was quite surprised and said: "Don't think about it anymore, don't talk about it anymore, so it's settled?"
The other party promised so quickly, he felt unreal!
"There is a reason." Li Xiaoyuan laughed.
"Is there any special reason?" the old man asked with interest.
Li Xiaoyuan took another sip of black tea: "My dad grew up watching you compete."
"Uh..." The old man was stunned.
You are already in your twenties, and your dad is probably in his forties. Watching me grow up in competitions... What a not-so-pleasant compliment...
While the old man was sighing, Li Xiaoyuan laughed and added:
"Actually, this is a joke..."
"..." The old man was speechless.
"The real reason is that you were the first to formally invite me." Li Xiaoyuan leaned back in his chair and replied with a smile.
"Aren't you kidding me?" the old man asked uncomfortably.
"Do I look like the kind of person who keeps joking around?" Li Xiaoyuan asked seriously.
The old man pondered for a moment:
"Then let's initial an agreement."
...
Two days passed in a flash, and for the vast majority of warriors, this would not bring about any improvement.
On April 25th, the imperial capital had white clouds and blue sky, the temperature was moderate, and there was no sun or haze.
When Lou Cheng and the others left the hotel and entered the bus, dusk had not yet fallen, everything was so bright.
The vehicles stopped and went, and it didn't take long to arrive outside the Martial Arts Stadium in the Imperial City. There were already a crowd of people in twos and threes gathered here, with leisurely expressions and relaxed postures.
Just about to get out of the car, Yan Zheke's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and a ringtone rang, which came from the "Queen Dowager".
"Hey, Mom, are you cheering me on in advance?" Yan Zheke tried her best to keep her tone light, so as not to let her parents feel her nervousness about the game.
No matter how good the mental quality is, facing the struggle for a year, no, more than a year of finals, it is inevitable that there will be anxiety.
Ji Mingyu chuckled and said, "Why don't we just watch the match live? Your dad and I were already waiting outside at the cafe, and we just saw your car approaching."
"Are you here so early?" Yan Zheke blinked and looked at Lou Cheng.
Lou Cheng coughed, straightened his back even more, and got off the car more gracefully.
He kept his posture, turned around, and helped his girlfriend to prevent her from tripping while getting out of the car while making a phone call.
The pressure of the "finals" begins to appear!
...
As the sky darkened, more and more spectators gathered outside, with banners, cartoon pictures, small speakers, inflatable hammers, and bursts of singing.
For Shanbei and Songda, this is not their home field, and there are very few fans. Most of their followers have an initial tendency, and they get along very well with each other.
In the locker room of the Shanbei University Martial Arts Club, they have gone through two finals and are preparing in an orderly manner. No one is too excited, and no one is too nervous.
When everything was done, the president Xu Wannian knocked on the metal bench and said with a smile:
"For this final, I haven't gone clubbing for a long time."
"Haha, President, don't talk, don't talk from now on, don't curse us!" The blond young man from Northern Europe laughed with a weird accent.
He was strong, rugged and confident.
"If you say that about me, believe it or not, you're going to be struck by lightning today?" Xu Wannian was annoyed.
"Okay, stop arguing, Wannian, you are a senior, and you will leave school in a few months, this is a good fight, don't leave any regrets." Coach Huang Qing said with a sigh of relief.
Xu Wannian nodded slightly, looked at Peng Leyun and Fang Zhirong who were silent, shook their shoulders, stood up and clenched their fists and said:
"Then send me off with a gorgeous ending!"
...
In the locker room of the Martial Arts Club of Songcheng University.
Old man Shi looked around, coughed twice and said:
"We are a little worse than Shanbei. There is no doubt about this, but we came here not to lose, not to hand over the championship to them. Think about it. We don't have a national champion in Songda yet. The honor room is waiting for you." Let you fill it up!"
"Let's fight, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes!"
Hearing these two words, Lou Cheng suddenly looked at Lin Que, and at him who buried his head and said nothing.
Keke said that the best result in the history of her martial arts club was created by her uncle Lin Que's father. However, she was only the runner-up and fell to the final.
My uncle gave up his professional competition plan and applied for Songda University in order to make up for this regret!
This regret is up to us, all of us to make up for it together!
...
In the live broadcast room, the screen is replaying the journey of Shanbei and Songda all the way:
Take other opponents lightly, and meet in the round-robin battle of the competition area, Shanbei completely defeated Songda;
If Songda improves, not only Lou Cheng and Lin Que, but also the substitutes will make a leap forward;
The defending champion beat the group opponent lightly and qualified without bloodshed;
In the death group, Songda played with ease. In the final strong dialogue, he defeated Hua Hai with ease. Among them, Lou Cheng turned defeat into victory and beat An Chaoyang. The lack of one wears two, so that the former is not allowed to be beautiful;
The top eight battles were uneventful, and each advanced easily;
In the semi-finals, Shanbei once again defeated a strong opponent, and the champion temperament rushed to his face. Peng Leyun deserved the title of the Great Demon King in the National Competition;
After a tough battle, Songda narrowly defeated the imperial capital, and both the main force and the substitute played to the extreme and fought to the extreme;
Now that the two meet on the highest stage, they will end the past!
After the review, the host Liu Chang said with deep emotion:
"Actually, there is no need to do these special programs, and there is no need to exaggerate the atmosphere of this game, because it can be done better with only two words."
"What are these two words?"
Having said that, Liu Chang paused, then raised his voice and said:
"finals!"
That's right, the word "final" contains all the meaning, all the passion, all the expectations of the tournament system ring battle!
National University Budo Association Finals:
Shanbei VS Songda!
Peng Leyun VS Lou Cheng!
April 25th, 7:40pm, it's about to start!