The sun on Sunday shone through the windows of Hongluo Martial Arts School, leaving the room full of brilliance. Lou Cheng walked barefoot in the brilliance as if he was walking on a golden road. He was in a good mood, overflowing with happiness and relieving all the pressure.
He looked at Yan Zheke walking back leisurely in front of the silent disciples and students of the martial arts club.
This is the taste of victory!
When he passed by Cai Zongming and the others, he nodded and greeted them contentedly, not at all embarrassed by the reality of being barefoot.
"What a master!"
"A martial artist who hasn't reached physical invulnerability can be so powerful. He broke his shoes in one move …"
"Didn't you see the cracks and footprints on the stone floor? If he punched the boys in our school, they would be smashed into meat pies. "
"So manly!"
A few girls from the School of Arts whispered to each other, full of admiration. They had only seen the fights of physical invulnerability experts and didn't have a clear understanding of Dan stage and body refining. Today was the first time they knew that a human could be so fierce with only physical strength. For the first time, they looked at the Martial Arts Club in a new light.
"Boys who practice martial arts are so energetic and elegant …" They saw Lin Que stand up and walk towards Lou Cheng. They looked around and came to the same conclusion.
Hearing their undisguised discussion, Cai Zongming had an impulse to cry. If he hadn't been lazy last year and joined the special training of the Martial Arts Club, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Cheng … He's a freak!
Zhang Jingye was a little jealous. Wu Qian sensed it and whispered in his ear, "Just take it that we're talking about TV stars, idols, singers, and famous martial artists. We're just gossiping. Not many people take it seriously."
"You're right." Zhang Jingye was relieved.
But in this way, there would be a gap between Cheng and them.
Qiu Zhigao sighed with emotion, "I'm so jealous of Cheng … I often dream of the scene just now …"
As a man who liked to show off his muscles even in his dormitory, and as a new student who had an amateur level when he entered the school, it would be a lie if he said that he had never dreamed of martial arts when he was young. However, as he grew older and lost his talent, he gradually recognized reality and rationally put his time and energy into studying.
He stared at the arena in a daze. His hot blood boiled, and his melancholy lasted for a long time. In the end, it turned into a sigh and disappeared into silence.
I hope Cheng can go further on the path of martial arts and let me know how beautiful this glorious path is …
Zhao Qiang pondered and suddenly blurted out, "Old Qiu, did you notice that Cheng won the game with a 'ha' at the end? This must be the protection of some mysterious power. He sacrificed his own time …"
"Ah, what?" Qiu Zhigao was at a loss.
"Forget it. You're not a real fan …" Zhao Qiang lowered his voice and sighed. "We've been trying to please him along the way, but we're not as impressed as Cheng's two matches."
Qiu Zhigao chuckled and said, "That's normal, just like how you like beautiful, cute, and playful girls."
"I like to study." Zhao Qiang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses seriously. "I'm going to start preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam now."
"So early? You're only a freshman!" Qiu Zhigao was surprised.
Zhao Qiang smiled slightly and put away all of his seriousness and indecency. He exhaled and said, "I've thought it over very clearly. Everyone has their own characteristics and their own future. The postgraduate entrance exam is the most suitable for me. I can't follow others to practice martial arts just because others practice martial arts, right? It's better to prepare early than to cram for it. I'll slowly improve my inner qualities and abilities. There must be someone who likes me. "
Qiu Zhigao was stunned by the three questions in a row. He gasped and said, "Qiang, why do I feel that you've developed a deeper thought?"
Zhao Qiang didn't say anything. He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses again, reflecting the sunlight through the window.
…
When they were about to reach the tatami of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club, Lou Cheng saw Li Mao taking the lead and applauding to welcome him back. Yan Zheke, on the other hand, was smiling. Her eyes were twinkling, looking playful and joyful.
In the applause, he found Lin Que standing up and walking towards him. He raised his right hand with a smile and made a high-five gesture.
Lin Que was stunned and didn't slow down. When he was about to pass by Lou Cheng's right side, he reached out his hand and gave Lou Cheng a high-five.
"Come on!" Lou Cheng said with a smile. In his mind, he added, "Brother-in-law!"
Lin Que nodded and looked over Lou Cheng's shoulder to the arena, looking at his opponent.
They passed by each other. Lou Cheng returned to the tatami and sat on Lin Que's seat. Only Guo Qing was between him and Yan Zheke.
"Awesome!"
"Cheng, you're good!"
"You'll definitely win the Ranking Event in April!"
Li Mao, Sun Jian and Chen Changhua gave him a thumbs-up to express their admiration. Lou Cheng was very happy and refreshed.
He was about to respond when he felt a sudden pain in his arms and hands. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He found some bruises, some red and swollen. His bones were also very sore.
"Are you okay? I brought some ointment in the locker room. "Yan Zheke looked at him and asked with concern.
"What?" Hearing this, Li Mao, Lin Hua and the others immediately looked at Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke, sizing them up.
Yan Zheke also realized that she was too active and became the center of attention. She blushed shyly and looked very beautiful.
Lou Cheng's heart was beating fast. Applying ointment in the locker room? Two people together?
He kept the last trace of reservation and said, "Lin Que's match is coming soon. As his teammate, it's not good to not watch and cheer for him."
Sun Jian couldn't stand his hypocrisy and said, "Lin Que's opponent is of Amateur First Pin. What's there to watch? Go and apply the ointment. Don't leave any hidden injuries that will affect next week's match! "
"Okay!" Lou Cheng was waiting for others to persuade him. He immediately stood up and looked at Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke had long regretted her suggestion. Feeling her face burning, she rolled her eyes at him. But after looking at his bruises and swollen face, she pursed her lips, turned her head, stood up, and walked to the locker room with a blush, avoiding all eyes. But she still walked proudly to the locker room.
Lou Cheng looked at her swaying back and followed her with a wandering mind. He heard the whispers of Li Mao and the others.
"Tsk-tsk. Junior brothers nowadays are so great!" Chen Changhua sighed with emotion.
They were all college students who practiced martial arts. Why was he single for four years?
Li Mao also sighed. "I always thought that he had no hope to win her heart …"
Just like how he thought his martial arts future was …
In the locker room, there was no one around. Yan Zheke turned around and snorted with her hands behind her back.
"Tell me, why did you agree? You should ask me to take out the ointment and apply it outside yourself! "
Lou Cheng suddenly felt like he was flirting with her. He pretended to be pitiful and said, "But it's not easy for me to apply it myself. It hurts on both hands."
"Really?" Yan Zheke hurriedly checked it. As a girl from a martial arts family, she had a good eye. She was relieved and said, "There are no wounds on the bones. Sit down, I'll get the ointment."
She trotted to the locker, took out the ointment, and sat next to Lou Cheng. She raised her right hand which had a lot of bruises, squeezed out the ointment, and kneaded it in a special way.
Lou Cheng's eyes followed her figure and followed her busy movements. At this moment, looking at the girl beside him, looking at her delicate skin, looking at her rosy cheeks, looking at her glossy lips, looking at her slightly distressed expression, and looking at her focused and gentle eyes, although the place where his right hand was being pinched was painful, he was willing to endure it. He even felt like he was intoxicated by it, even if it wasn't wine that made him drunk.
At this moment, he longed for eternity.
After kneading the bruises on both hands, Yan Zheke rolled her eyes and pretended to be normal. She said, "Where's your locker? I'll bring your shoes here. It's not good for you to walk barefoot. "
"That." Lou Cheng pointed, enjoying the girl's thoughtfulness and gentleness.
"You continue to knead them yourself." Yan Zheke wiped her hands with a tissue and turned to the locker.
When she took out Lou Cheng's sneakers, she deliberately blocked his view with her back and quickly looked at the size. Then she lifted the corner of her mouth and went back with the shoes.
"What made you so happy?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Yan Zheke said with a smile, "If you didn't bring this pair of shoes, you would have to go back barefoot!"
"Who would use martial arts shoes as a daily item?" Lou Cheng answered with a relaxed body and mind.
His socks were gloriously broken just now, so he had to wear shoes barefoot for the time being.
…
"Ah ah ah ah ah! Lou Cheng is so cool! "Yan Xiaoling sent a voice message to Brahman while staring at the replay on the screen.
Brahman laughed crisply. "The scene of him turning around barefoot perfectly matched my expectations and fantasies of a mysterious master!"
"According to the commentator, the Professional Ninth Pin fighter who lost is very strong, close to the Dan stage. Haha, he is now praising our Lou Cheng crazily, saying that he is not only a genius, but also good at actual combat and seizing opportunities …" Yan Xiaoling was satisfied and wanted to give the commentator a thumbs up.
While the two girls were talking and laughing, Yan Xiaoling opened the web page and logged into the forum, preparing to create a post about the preliminaries.
When the page refreshed, she suddenly rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had seen the wrong number.
Yesterday, there were only four followers. How come there are 368 followers now?
How many times had it increased?
"Brahman, Brahman, go to the forum! I think there's something wrong with my eyes! "Yan Xiaoling sent a message to Brahman immediately.
After a while, Brahman replied weakly, "My eyes seem to have something wrong with them too."
In the same forum, "Unparalleled Dragon King" quietly posted a post.
"Lou Cheng's data collection."
"Name: Lou Cheng."
"Occupation: Student."
"Age: 19."
"School: Songcheng University."
"Martial Arts Rank: Strong Professional Ninth Pin."
…
In Hongluo Martial Arts School, most of the disciples and trainees had lost all hope. Only a few core disciples who knew Pan Chengyun's real strength still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that he could turn the situation around as a secret weapon.
As long as he defeated Lin Que, the third fighter of Songcheng University would not even reach Amateur First Pin!
Pan Chengyun adjusted his breath and stood opposite Lin Que. Because it was the first time for both of them to fight, there was no problem of physical recovery, so even if there was no time to talk, the referee was not in a hurry to announce the start of the fight. Instead, he called the staff to clean up the arena, so as not to interfere with the following fight.
After a while, he confirmed with the two fighters, then waved his right hand and said loudly,
"Start!"
Pan Chengyun knew that his strength of Professional Ninth Pin couldn't be hidden from Lin Que for long, so he planned to go all out from the beginning to seize the opportunity when Lin Que underestimated him.
He visualized a spreading flame and "ignited" his whole body. He tightened his waist and back, pushed down, and put strength in his legs and feet. He suddenly pounced on Lin Que for several meters.
Lin Que didn't retreat. He strode forward and suddenly stopped. He put strength in his feet, his body slightly trembled, his temples bulged, and his right arm pulled back. In a very short distance, he completed the eruption and Electric Shooting, and hit Pan Chengyun like a meteor.
Pan Chengyun also completed the first eruption, as if he was holding a giant hammer, and hit down fiercely.
Bang!
When the two collided, Pan Chengyun felt like he was hit by a bomb. His whole body was shaking, his bones were trembling, his blood and qi were rolling, his internal organs were uncomfortable, and his fascia and muscles were unable to exert strength for a while!
Lin Que approached him, pulled out his left arm and stopped at his neck.
"Round three, Lin Que wins!" The referee suddenly felt like laughing. This was even faster than the first round. The gap between a Professional Ninth Pin and an Amateur First Pin was indeed huge.
Lin Que didn't look at Pan Chengyun. His expressionless face revealed a thoughtful expression, and he whispered to himself,
"Just like him, I have to go all out from the beginning?"
While speaking, Lin Que made an obeisance, turned around, and walked out of the ring with neither joy nor sadness. There was nothing to be happy about defeating an opponent of Amateur First Pin.
Pan Chengyun stared blankly and suddenly wanted to shout loudly to announce the truth to everyone.
I'm a Professional Ninth Pin, not an Amateur First Pin!
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