Lou Cheng felt that he would never forget the scene in front of him. The girl's shyness occupied his sight and filled his heart.
Holding the delicate hand that seemed like it would slip away at any moment, he wanted to say something to express the joy and excitement in his heart, but he forced himself not to. Yan Zheke plucked up her courage and dared to hold his hand. It was better to let her calm down at this time. The more he said, the more he confessed, the more pressure she would feel. She might even get angry out of embarrassment.
An elder said it well, "Keep quiet and you can make a fortune!"
"Let's go that way." Lou Cheng pretended that nothing had happened and identified the direction, but his right hand that was holding Yan Zheke's hand tightened and held it firmly.
"Okay." Yan Zheke answered in a low voice.
Lou Cheng stepped forward happily without looking at her, giving her time to recover. The whole way was as light as a feather, like a couple returning home together.
When they arrived at the cake shop he had chosen, they didn't talk much, but their hands unconsciously intertwined.
"The fresh cream cake here is very good. It's not too sweet and it's not greasy. I think it suits your taste. Do you want to take one back for breakfast tomorrow?" Lou Cheng introduced it to Yan Zheke, trying to encourage her to go in.
Yan Zheke's black and soft eyebrows moved slightly, and she asked in confusion, "How do you know the fresh cream cake here is good?"
"I …" Lou Cheng wanted to say that he had tasted it, but suddenly he felt that it would make her feel touched. After holding hands with her, any further intention to go further could cause pressure to her. After all, she didn't like him very much and completely let down her guard, completely accepting the relationship. If he pushed too much, it could easily cause problems. So he paused and said, "I checked it on the Internet and happened to see it."
"Checked it on the Internet …" Yan Zheke repeated in a low voice and looked up at the shop sign — Meimei Bread.
She seemed to be moved by Lou Cheng's description and didn't refuse. She happily entered the shop and chose a fresh cream cake for herself. She also bought five pieces of meat floss bread for Lou Cheng. Lou Cheng had mentioned that his favorite bread was meat floss when they talked about snacks on QQ.
After paying the bill, Lou Cheng pretended to be calm. He took the girl's hand again and intertwined his fingers with hers. When Yan Zheke also held his hand, he secretly felt relieved. Feeling the beauty of intertwining fingers, he carried the cake and bread, chatted casually, and led the girl to another predetermined place.
"Are you tired? The environment here seems to be quite nice and quiet. Shall we go in and have a seat? " When they arrived, Lou Cheng pretended to be observing and pointed at the coffee shop. He added, "This kind of shop usually has more than just coffee."
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled, showing her dimples. "I thought you would drag me all the way …"
When she said the word "drag", a thin blush appeared on her cheeks. She tried to let her senses leave the place where their skin touched and fingers intertwined.
Seeing that the girl had recovered and was in the mood to joke, Lou Cheng became more excited and said self-deprecatingly, "Am I such an inconsiderate person?"
"Who was the one who kept walking all the way until he couldn't recognize the road?" Yan Zheke's dimples deepened and she laughed in a low voice, mercilessly exposing Lou Cheng's fright just now.
"Haha, I'm so excited …" Lou Cheng finally had a chance to express his feelings just now. At the same time, he opened the door of the coffee shop and walked to the secluded booth.
When he reached the four-seater booth, he let go of his delicate hand and watched Yan Zheke sit down. His palm was empty and he felt a sense of loss.
Looking at the seat opposite Yan Zheke and the seat beside her, Lou Cheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He said "seriously", "You sit in the inner row. Let's sit in the same row. Later, we'll watch other videos of Hongluo Martial Arts School together and ponder over them. I still need to ask Coach Yan to continue her guidance!"
Thank you, Master, thank you, friends of Hongluo Martial Arts School!
"You still remember that I'm Coach Yan ~ ~" Yan Zheke joked, but after thinking about it, she stood up and moved to the inner seat.
Lou Cheng quickly sat down with her, took the drink and snacks menu from the waiter and opened it in front of Yan Zheke.
This time, he didn't introduce anything because the milk tea in the coffee shop was all right. Yan Zheke couldn't choose wrong one. As for the snacks, according to her taste, she didn't like chocolate and didn't like the type that was too sweet. The range of choices was naturally limited. "Coincidentally", he had tried all of them and found that the quality was above standard.
"Hong Kong style milk tea and Qi Feng cake …" Yan Zheke thought for a while and made her choice.
Lou Cheng also ordered a cup of Mandarin Duck. Then he found a shelf, took out his phone and put it on the table to play the battle highlights of other members of Hongluo Martial Arts School.
Seeing that Yan Zheke was watching seriously, he quietly reached out his right hand and grabbed the girl's delicate hand on her leg. He pulled her close and put her hand on his thigh.
Yan Zheke was shocked at first, then she said with anger and amusement,
"Watch carefully!"
Sitting together to study battle videos and asking Coach Yan to teach him were all excuses!
"Yes, yes, watch carefully." Lou Cheng stared at the phone screen, but his five fingers were tightly intertwined with the girl's slender fingers. He didn't want to part with her at all. The tip of his nose faintly smelled the fragrance that tickled his heart.
For a long time after that, the two of them studied videos and talked about battles. From time to time, they would talk nonsense and watch funny things. Before they knew it, more than two hours had passed. Other than going to the washroom, their hands never left each other.
Recalling the scene of Yan Zheke's smile just now, Lou Cheng felt that this was the end of his fairy-like days. Unfortunately, happiness was always short-lived. Night would come eventually.
Yan Zheke suddenly found that the sky outside had turned dark. She quickly turned on her phone and looked at the time. Slightly surprised, she said, "It's almost six o 'clock … Let's go back?"
"Why don't we go back after dinner?" Lou Cheng had visited more than one restaurant, so he took the opportunity to make a suggestion.
Yan Zheke looked up and said wittily, "Let's go back to school. I'll treat you to the cafeteria."
"Okay." Lou Cheng didn't insist. It was their first date, so they should know when to stop.
He closed the funny video and started to book a car. Yan Zheke took another sip of milk tea and said with satisfaction, "The milk tea in this restaurant is quite good. You can choose any random restaurant and it's so good. You're lucky today."
Hehe, how could it be random? Lou Cheng was satisfied and said with a smile, "No, no, no. Coach Yan, it's your luck. I've used my luck in other places."
After saying this, he deliberately shook their intertwined hands.
Yan Zheke blushed and spat. She turned her head and looked to the side.
Back to the old campus, the two seemed to have forgotten to let go. Just like this, holding each other's hand, they walked slowly along the road full of ginkgo trees and past the quaint old teaching building. They were already immune to the stares of passers-by.
After they got on the school bus and sat for a while, Lou Cheng saw the bus start to move. When he was about to say something, he saw Yan Zheke close her eyes. Her long, black and thick eyelashes were like two small fans, trembling slightly. Her head was nodding. She had already fallen asleep.
She had trained for four hours. She didn't take a nap before coming out for a date. She played until six in the evening. She wasn't as strong as he was, so it was inevitable that she would feel sleepy and tired … Lou Cheng looked at her with pity. He held her hand tightly and used a subtle force to change the direction of her fall without waking her up. He pulled her over and let her lean on his shoulder slowly.
At the same time, he adjusted his body muscles to sense the movement of the bus. Once the bumpy road was too bumpy, he applied the opposite force to Yan Zheke to offset it. He wanted her to sleep soundly and not slide down.
Her beautiful head was on his shoulder. His nose was filled with a delicate fragrance. Her delicate skin was on his side. Beside his ear was the girl's long and thin breath. Lou Cheng only felt peaceful, safe and happy. However, he also felt the weight from her and felt the pressure of wanting her to live a better life.
Maybe this is what dad said about a man's responsibility …
The bus drove and arrived at the new campus. Lou Cheng pushed Yan Zheke and laughed in a low voice.
"Get up quickly. We're going to be late for the martial arts special training."
"Ah …" Yan Zheke's beautiful dark eyes were blank, and her expression made Lou Cheng's heart tremble. Then she came back to herself and said with a blush on her pretty face, "Turn your head around! Turn your head around! Don't move! "
Lou Cheng was puzzled, but he still looked at the aisle. He heard the girl unzip her backpack, take out a tissue, and wipe the shoulders and arms of his leather jacket.
"I see …" He blurted out. But before he could finish, he was "fiercely" interrupted by the girl. "Haven't you seen others drooling in their sleep? Humph! "
"Coach Yan drooling in her sleep is so cute." Lou Cheng couldn't help but praise from the bottom of his heart.
Yan Zheke snorted.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Lou Cheng smiled and pulled the "angry" Yan Zheke out of the car and walked to the cafeteria. Along the way, he observed the girl's reaction. If she felt uncomfortable holding hands in a campus with so many acquaintances, he would let go of her hand. But Yan Zheke didn't show any signs of pulling back her hand except for her face turning red.
After entering the cafeteria, Yan Zheke took him to the food window first. She took out her meal card and said,
"Rice for two yuan and three yuan."
The waiter looked at the two of them in surprise, as if he was observing if they were the representatives of a group of people so that he could decide how many bowls to use to get the rice.
Yan Zheke said innocently, "The guy next to me has a big belly. He eats a lot. Not counting the dishes, he eats two yuan of rice!"
Pfft … Lou Cheng almost burst out laughing.
'So you've added your own food intake as well?'
"I didn't see it." The waiter sighed.
Yan Zheke snickered and glanced sideways at Lou Cheng. She looked a little smug and cheeky.
But Lou Cheng only felt that she was a feast for the eyes. He just wanted to look at her and was not in the mood to eat.
After a long meal, the two of them reluctantly came to the door of Yan Zheke's dormitory of the third building.
Yan Zheke covered her mouth and yawned. She said with a smile, "I didn't take a nap. I feel so tired."
"Then go back to the dormitory quickly. Go to bed after washing up. Sleep when you're sleepy." Lou Cheng said with concern.
Yan Zheke nodded obediently. Then she put on a serious face and said like an old mother,
"Go to bed early after you go back. Don't keep studying videos. You have to strike a balance between work and rest. Don't be tired tomorrow. Do you understand?"
Lou Cheng felt warm in his heart. He snickered and said, "Got it, Coach Yan!"
Yan Zheke almost burst out laughing. She pursed her lips and waved her hand,
"Cheng, see you tomorrow."
Lou Cheng imitated her words and said seriously,
"See you tomorrow!"
Hearing that, Yan Zheke covered her mouth and chuckled. She turned around and walked two steps. Then she stopped and turned back. She smiled shyly and timidly,
"Cheng, I, I, I had a very good time today."
Without waiting for Lou Cheng's reply, she quickened her pace and entered the dormitory like a nimble white rabbit. When she was about to enter the door of the unit, she turned around and looked at Lou Cheng, who was still staring blankly at her. She smiled.
When Yan Zheke's back disappeared in the corridor, Lou Cheng smiled gently and said in a low voice,
"I'm also very happy, a hundred times happier …"
…
In a room on the second floor of Hongluo Martial Arts School, the school master Wang Hui, whose white hair was tinged with silver, asked the three men beside him,
"Have you found any information about Lou Cheng of Songcheng University Martial Arts Club? The one with no rank. "
Jiang Guosheng had been practicing martial arts for many years. His appearance, which was not outstanding, had become somewhat masculine. He sat upright and said, "We've checked. He's not an ordinary person. He participated in the Phoenix Cup Warrior Sage Candidate Challenge Tournament and made it to the top eight. He can defeat a Professional Ninth Pin fighter after only half a year of practicing martial arts. It shows his talent and strength. He's not better than Lin Que, but we can't underestimate him."
Wang Hui nodded slightly and looked at the other man with a smile,
"Chengyun, you've met your match. Songcheng is big, but also small. There are only a few young people with potential."
Jiang Guosheng looked over as well, looking at the young man with sharp eyes.
This was the last disciple of his master, Pan Chengyun, who had just turned 20 and practiced martial arts for less than two years. He had already reached the level of Amateur First Pin. But according to the usual practice, he believed that he had already reached the level of Professional Ninth Pin. He was just waiting for the Ranking Event.
In this preliminaries, he was the secret weapon of his martial arts school. He would give Songcheng University Martial Arts Club a "surprise".
A team with three Professional Ninth Pin fighters was capable of competing for a place in the division.
Pan Chengyun said calmly,
"I've seen his competition videos. His weaknesses are as clear as his strengths. He's the kind of fighter who can defeat a Professional Ninth Pin fighter if he performs well. But once restrained, he can even lose to an Amateur First or Second Pin fighter."
"I'm sure I can beat him."
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