This competition was just a joke at the beginning, a farce without suspense for the entertainment of all audiences. It was just an arrogant challenge to authority by a child who did not know the heights of the sky. But now it has completely changed people's minds.
The competition lasted just twenty minutes, which was actually not a long time, but everyone could see their nerves tense from being casual, to sweating on their foreheads.
Yin Zheng's sweating on the court was even more serious. It was warm in winter and cool in summer in the old house, and the temperature was even lower at night, but his shirt looked like it had been fished out of the water, and he had a resolute face. He was covered in sweat, his breathing became heavier, his rhythm was rapid, and his physical strength dropped rapidly.
On the other hand, the girl standing opposite was still wearing a school uniform and had long, silky hair. The ends of her hair were a little messy during the fight, but there was not a drop of sweat on her face.
Judging from the state of the two people, although it is incredible, the result is already obvious.
Yin Zheng raised his head and tried to stare forward with his eyes blurred by sweat. Suddenly he lowered his eyelids heavily, put his hands on his knees and gasped violently, "If I don't fight, I will lose."
Although he was unwilling to do so, he knew that the other party had not tried his best, otherwise he would not have been able to do so with ease after so long.
"Won? Damn it, Song Ye, you're amazing. You actually defeated this big devil. You're amazing." Before everyone could recover from the excitement of Yin Zheng admitting defeat, the result was the first The person who came out to cheer and applaud Song Ye was actually Yin Hengyang.
His voice was so loud that everyone felt embarrassed. Yin Zheng, who was still panting across from him, gritted his teeth and wanted to bite, "You brat, why don't you come over and help me? I haven't seen your legs." Soft."
puff.
After he roared, the whole audience couldn't help but burst into laughter. At this time, the atmosphere of winning or losing in the game was immediately washed away and replaced with laughter.
Song Ye's tense nerves also relaxed. He walked up to Yin Zheng, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are an opponent worthy of respect."
No matter how good or bad his skill is, this person is better than too many sanctimonious fighters just because of his persistence and drive for winning and losing, as well as his attitude of not being arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat.
"Haha, when I get some rest, let's fight again. I'll prepare a boxing ring for you at any time." Yin Zheng wiped the sweat from his face, grinning with big white teeth and bright eyes.
"Okay." Song Ye also nodded happily. It had to be said that in such a duel, she was very happy to fight purely in pursuit of victory. As for the prize in the boxing ring, she was not pretentious and was willing to admit defeat. Not accepting it would be disrespectful to her opponent.
After this battle, not only did Yin Zheng's favorability towards Song Ye increase, but Xiao Qian and Fang Yan also let down their guard.
A person's character is easiest to see on the playing field. At the last moment, Song Ye stopped and did not attack again because he saw that Yin Zheng was at the end of his strength and had no intention of taking advantage of others' danger.
The scene was in harmony, and loud laughter came from the door. An old but powerful man announced loudly, "Haha, did I miss some wonderful show?"
Afterwards, the crowd separated, and it was Wu Yi who appeared from the door and came in with a strong figure.
"Haha, Brother Wu is at a loss this time. You didn't get to see the good show that Yin Zheng was beaten to the point where his legs were weak." Fang Yan laughed loudly and exposed his brother's embarrassment mercilessly.
"Oh? Is this happening? Which friend is so good at it? I have to see it." Wu Yi paused, a little surprised on his face, and then showed a strong interest.
"They are classmates of Xiao Ke and Hengyang. They are here." Yin Zheng had recovered now and introduced Wu Yi with a smile without any grudge. He and Wu Yi were both people who cherished martial arts talents very much. Naturally they understand each other's moods.
As a result, Wu Yi looked in the direction and was stunned.
After a few seconds, he pointed at the slender figure and said with a strange expression: "Were you competing with her just now?"
"Well, yes." Yin Zheng nodded somewhat unclearly.
What he heard immediately was the sound of Wu Yi throwing his head back and laughing, "Hahaha, brother Yin, you can still stand still in a competition with her, which proves that you are still very capable."
This sentence is a bit weird, but it also made many people react.
"Brother Wu knows her?" Xiao Qian responded quickly and asked.
Wu Yi laughed and walked over, patted Song Ye on the shoulder, and said loudly: "This is the new generation of successors of my Wu family martial arts school, can I still recognize him?"
What
A descendant of the Wu Family Martial Arts School
If they were shocked when they saw Song Ye just now, then everyone's minds were completely blank at this time and they were unable to think.
Because I don't know how to react, the current scene is still.
"Why, you don't believe it?" Wu Yi looked at the group's jaw-dropping expressions, and immediately became dissatisfied, "The battle between my Wu family and the Qi family in the public arena was the one that ultimately decided the outcome. The young man wearing the mask was the one Song Ye won back."
The public arena match a few years ago was broadcast on television. It was considered a turnaround for the Wu family and attracted a lot of attention. Many people are still deeply impressed by the masked boy in the last match.
I didn't expect to see the young man who was a flash in the pan today, and I also learned the truth that the young man was actually a girl.
"That match was two years ago. Could it be that Song Ye was only sixteen years old at that time!" Yin Zheng was shocked again when he calculated his age. Then he remembered that he was so ruthless in the ring that he used to attack. The cold young man who had broken off his arms and legs instantly understood what Wu Yi had just said.
He should be lucky that Song Ye restrained his strange power, otherwise his whole body would probably be shattered by fractures by now.
Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed.
"Haha, it turns out they are all family members. Seeing that I am so suspicious and ill, I almost had a misunderstanding just now. Song Ye, Uncle Fang will apologize to you." Fang Yan also laughed awkwardly and hurriedly came out to apologize.
What a joke, Song Ye will be the heir to the Wu Family Martial Arts School in the future. That means he is of the same generation as them. How can age define the relationship between superiors and subordinates
"Oh? Have you made Song Ye feel wronged?" Before Song Ye could answer, Wu Yi stroked his beard on his chin and said in a slightly mysterious tone: "Then you probably won't get through that easily today."
Um? Everyone looked at Wu Yi slightly confused, wondering what he meant? Isn't it enough to apologize? Wu Yi still wants to embarrass the association
Wu Yi wore a calm smile and said slowly, "I said I would bring an honored guest here today."