Chapter 204
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That day, when Ning Hezhe suddenly used a scalpel to cut someone's wrist, Noko Inoue felt that he was opportunistic. After calming down and replaying the scene in her mind, she realized that Ning Hezhe did not rely on tricks but his strength.
That's right. Their people had already made the first move. How could they let the other party get away with it?
As such, Noko Inoue felt that only her uncle Inoue Hiusei or her senior brother would have a chance to defeat Ning Heze.
"You don't have to come next week. I'm going back to Sakura Island. I'm just opening the dojo here for fun. I'll close it for a month and return the money to them." Inoue Noko was smart enough.
"Then, should we come back in a month?" Lin Mumu blinked her eyes.
"Don't worry, before we open for business, we will wash away today's shame." Inoue Noko was afraid of being angered to death by them, so he didn't dare to stay with Yun Ting any longer. He turned around and left.
On the other side, Qiu Jun and Zhou Qiang had finished another match and won again! He won the warmest applause from Chen Fangya and the other girls. Many children and parents around them also applauded.
Qiu Jun didn't forget to take the opportunity to show off, "In terms of martial arts, my Huaxia is broad and profound. How can a small country that doesn't even have its own culture compare to us?
There is a Children's Palace in every district of Yan Jin, and there are also martial arts centers in the Children's Palace. The education there is protected by the country, so no one would dare to cheat you. "
Of course, Qiu Jun still had a trump card. "When I was in primary school, my mother sent me to the Children's Palace. How about you? "
He was asking his partner, Zhou Qiang.
"Jinshan Temple." Zhou Qiang was unwilling to lie.
As a result, in the next few days, people kept sending children to Jinshan Temple to learn martial arts. The monks of Jinshan Temple were tired of dealing with them. They even posted a notice saying, "If you want to join Jinshan Temple, you must convert to Buddhism and cultivate in the temple."
The parents were naturally indignant. Their children had to learn mathematics, physics, and chemistry well. How could they send them to be monks and delay their studies? Practicing martial arts was just a hobby. Even if the monastery couldn't do it, there was still the Children's Palace.
This was a story to be told later.
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"Zhou Qiang, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Chen Fangya's eyes lit up as she wiped Zhou Qiang's sweat.
Every girl dreamed of being a hero, especially Chen Fangya, who had a lively personality, and liked men who had some skills.
Perhaps in the past, she thought that she liked Lin Tianlang because of his heroic deeds. Of course, Yun Ting was also the type she admired, but she couldn't have a friend's husband. She still had her principles.
After being praised by Chen Fangya, the domineering Zhou Qiang who was about to continue challenging the dojo became as obedient as a kitten. He even scratched his head and giggled.
When Qiu Jun saw that someone was wiping Zhou Qiang's sweat, he immediately felt sour. "I'm very powerful too. You guys only see Zhou Qiang and not me?"
"Alright, I'll try my best to wipe it off for you. Look at how pitiful you are. It's your fault for being so fixated on Young Master Yun. Everyone is saying that you're going to marry Young Master Yun in the future." An Xiaoqin grabbed the white towel hanging around Qiu Jun's neck and wiped the sweat off his face.
Qiu Jun's face inexplicably turned red. He had always been eloquent, but now he couldn't utter a single word.
Although An Xiaoqin had a venomous tongue, her bewitching face was truly beautiful. She had naturally bright red lips, fair skin, big eyes, long eyelashes, and a swan neck. Even if one were to look closely at her from a close distance, she would still be a standard beauty.
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