At noon, Lou Cheng turned on his computer and logged into his mailbox to download the information of Fearless Squad sent by his master.
He had just invited all the members of the special martial arts training to a meal to celebrate the victory against Hongluo Martial Arts School yesterday, and also as an "apology" for abducting the "Treasure of the Martial Arts School". Because most of them were guys with amazing appetites, even if the cafeteria's single pot of stir-fry, they still ate more than 600 yuan, not including the wine he gave to Geezer Shi.
After the meal, Sun Jian, Li Mao and the others found him and said that the treat was just a joke and that the main purpose was to split the meal. They wanted to give him more money. After all, they were all students without a stable source of income and lived on the money given by their families. It was really not good to eat half a month's worth of food expenses in one meal.
Lou Cheng had the prize money of the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament and New Year's money, and also the living expenses that his mother specially increased to 2,000 yuan. He appreciated their kindness and said that since he had promised, he should really do it.
Li Mao and Sun Jian also searched for this junior brother's information and knew that he earned a lot from the Challenge Tournament during the winter vacation. Seeing that he insisted, they didn't force him.
After such a meal, Lou Cheng was completely familiar with the senior brothers and sisters of the senior grade. Under their teasing, Yan Zheke gradually became thick-skinned and no longer shy and timid, and could proudly respond to their teasing.
This allowed Lou Cheng to be close to her from time to time and didn't have to worry about her being afraid of other people's eyes.
— — When the parties involved feel nothing about something, the onlookers will lose the fun of teasing.
Recalling Yan Zheke's arrogance just now, Lou Cheng wore a fascinated smile. After the download of the information, he first opened Wei Shengtian's introduction.
"Wei Shengtian, 25 years old, broke through to Danqi State a year ago and is classified as Professional Eighth Pin. Majored in Bright Stone Skill, good at Giant Spirit Pounding Skill."
"Bright Stone Skill, a hard body skill. Starting from meditation, continuous spiritual visualization, external attacks and medicinal soup and ointment are practiced. Not as good as Golden Bell Shield, Immortal Flesh, Cold Jade Tactics and other top physical skills and supernatural ability of metalized part of the body, but not to be underestimated. It is much better than Iron Shirt without visualization. The body is as hard as stone and can effectively reduce the damage of sharp weapons and resist the hit of sticks and so on …"
At this point, Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully. In this case, the Bright Stone Skill was equivalent to the Divine Skill of the police academy, the Golden Jade Body.
After quickly browsing through the introduction, he clicked on Wei Shengtian's most recent performance video. He saw this Dan stage expert violently hammering and smashing a piece of bluestone. Moreover, when he was facing a sneak attack with his eyes covered, he was able to react immediately and accurately counterattack as soon as his opponent made a move.
"The strength of the whole body is as one, just like the Big Dan of the human body, with Absolute Reaction …" Lou Cheng murmured to himself, gaining a clearer understanding of this.
When one reached the deep level of the Danqi State, Kung Fu would not only enter one's bones and internal organs, but also every tiny part of one's body. One would have perfect control over one's skin and pores, making one's body a whole. One's senses would be so sharp that it was inhuman. One would be able to do all kinds of seemingly inconceivable things such as "not even a feather is added, not even a fly is left behind."
Wei Shengtian had just entered the Dan stage, so obviously he had not reached this level yet. However, he could still see something from it.
At his level, because of the transformation of the body from the outside to the inside, his own strength had become quite terrifying. Moreover, he could really "go all out" with every punch and kick. Unlike Lou Cheng and Lin Que, who could control the body and twist the power of the whole body with the use of the waist and back as the axis, but the power that was actually used and sent out definitely could not reach 99%. Being able to use 60% or 70% of the whole body was already considered outstanding in the body refining state. Even so, it was still thanks to Lou Cheng's success in meditation and skillful skills. Lin Que was close to the Dan stage, so it was very difficult for others to do the same.
"Wei Shengtian belongs to the strength type, unlike Jiang Lan, who I saw in the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament, who is more skillful and flexible. Just thinking about the power contained in one punch is frightening …" Lou Cheng watched the battle video instead and grimaced.
The only good thing was that his body was far from the profound level of Gang Qi condensation and subtle changes. He was still a "human". If he used all his strength in every attack, he would not be able to bear it for long. After three or four consecutive attacks, there would definitely be problems and an "overload" situation. Therefore, unless it was a critical moment, he would not bear to fight like this. Normally, he would mix in ordinary attacks with occasional outbursts.
And his ordinary attacks were almost as powerful as Jiang Guosheng's seventh or eighth outburst, which was the kind that Lou Cheng could only block with all his strength.
"Master lied to me … Just relying on me and Lin Que to take turns to fight him, the hope of taking him down is not big … This is not a small goal!" Shaking his head in "grief and indignation", Lou Cheng looked at the information of the two Professional Ninth Pin fighters, Dong Yi and Qiu Yang.
The former had the family heirloom "Rolling Thunder Palm", while the latter had the nickname "Mad Dog". His own master had specially commented that his fighting style was somewhat similar to the unique skills of the Death Sect.
After roughly browsing through, Lou Cheng sent a "scared to tears" emoji to Yan Zheke.
"Have you seen the information? Dan stage is so scary. The newbie is trembling in fear! "
Yan Zheke replied with a "laughing" emoji. "Come, cry for me!"
"Is there a reward for crying?" Lou Cheng asked shamelessly.
"Yes, there is. The reward is a slap ~" Yan Zheke joked and put on an emoji with her hands crossed under her chin. "Let me tell you a piece of good news and a piece of bad news."
"What's the good news?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
Yan Zheke snickered and said, "It is said that Qiu Yang of Fearless Squad was injured in the last preliminaries."
"He was injured? Why is it not in the information provided by Coach Shi? "Lou Cheng asked in surprise.
Yan Zheke used an emoji of spreading out her hands and shaking her head. "Maybe Coach Shi doesn't like them and is too lazy to take the initiative to collect information. I just found their last match and found this out. Quickly say that Coach Yan is awesome!"
"Coach Yan is awesome!" Lou Cheng immediately replied and then asked thoughtfully, "What's the bad news?"
Only one Professional Ninth Pin left?
"His injury may not be serious. It's hard to say if he won't fight against us." Yan Zheke replied with a "laughing and crying" emoji. "Anyway, you don't need to care about this. If you can win one or two rounds of Professional Ninth Pin battle, it won't be considered a failure. After all, the other side has a Dan stage master."
Lou Cheng replied with an "I'm scared" emoji, "But Coach Shi set a small goal for me."
"What small goal?" Yan Zheke asked with a "bright and spirited" emoji.
"He said that if your cousin and I face Wei Shengtian in our best condition, we will strive to take him down by attrition battle …" Lou Cheng replied with a "crying and clenching fist" emoji.
"That's really a small goal …" Yan Zheke stared blankly and then said with a smirk, "Although the hope is not big, it's not completely impossible. Cheng, I have faith in you ~"
"I'll work hard!" Lou Cheng replied with a "determined" emoji. "Anyway, no one will find it strange if I lose, but he will lose face if he loses. Who's afraid of who!"
In the next few days, he practiced very hard. But whether it was Ice Mirror or Thunder Roar Zen, they were not martial arts that could be mastered overnight. They were not things that could be mastered by exploding the seed. It could only be said that the former still needed time, while the latter was getting better and better.
As for the time with Yan Zheke, because they were both busy with martial arts training and their own courses, they could not spend much time alone together. But they could often make eye contact, chat on the phone, have lunch and dinner together, hold hands, and occasionally take a stroll. He felt very satisfied and happy.
Days passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was Friday afternoon. Lou Cheng sat in the lecture hall, waiting for a politics-related public class to begin.
This kind of public class did not involve professional content, and at the end of the term, it was usually open-book, and the difficulty was not high. Most people could easily pass it, and it would not affect their job search in the future, so truants were everywhere.
Lou Cheng had planned to come with Cai Zongming, but after a week of hard work, he wanted to relax, so he shouted that "a college life without truancy is not a complete college life" and chose to stay in the dormitory.
To be honest, if Yan Zheke's class was not a professional class, in a small classroom with only 30 or 40 people, and it was not easy to sneak in, he would have skipped class to accompany his girlfriend. Since he could not accompany his girlfriend, what was the difference between doing homework in the dormitory and doing homework in class? The latter was easier to concentrate!
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly saw Zhao Qiang coming in with a shoulder bag, so he waved his hand and greeted him, asking him to come and sit down.
"Qiang, why are you in this class?" Lou Cheng asked in surprise.
For a learning maniac like him, such classes were called self-study classes, and he would go to the library when he was supposed to!
Zhao Qiang put down his bag and laughed. "Isn't it the same everywhere? You don't have to worry about the roll call if you study here! "
"That's true." Lou Cheng laid out his homework, intending to work hard and save time.
But it was a large-scale public class with more than 200 people in five classes, and it was doubtful whether there were even 100 people in the class.
"I guess it's time for the roll call." Zhao Qiang looked around with a deep sense of anxiety.
Lou Cheng also looked around and nodded. "There are so few people, the professor will be angry …"
"It can't be helped. Since there are so many people, it's not a big deal if I'm not there. Besides, there are other students who can help, so they don't come. Besides, today is Friday …" Zhao Qiang was not surprised. He took out his phone, intending to call his roommates and ask them to study by themselves.
Lou Cheng also unlocked his phone and was about to call Little Ming.
At this moment, Professor Yu, who was in charge of this class, walked into the classroom and took a deep look at the empty seats on the stairs.
When the bell rang, he immediately turned around, closed the front door, and ordered his classmates to lock the back door.
Then, under the gaze of pairs of blank eyes, he took out a stack of test papers from his briefcase and said loudly,
"Today is a small test in class, an open-book test. The score will account for 20% of the final score. The questions are very simple. As long as you do it, you can get 20 points."
In other words, those who did not do this set of questions would lose 20 points at the end of the term!
"Damn, you can do this …" Lou Cheng and Zhao Qiang looked at each other, feeling a little lucky. They then observed a minute of silence for Talker and the others.
After sending the message and fulfilling their responsibilities, they received the test papers. As expected, the questions were very simple.
"Professor Yu has been planning this for a long time!" Lou Cheng exclaimed.
Zhao Qiang nodded. "And he didn't show any signs of it before! No wonder we heard that he was one of the famous detectives … We didn't believe it! "
As he spoke, he said with nostalgia, "Professor Zhang, who taught calculus in the previous semester, was better. He never took attendance, and he was very upright."
"What do you mean?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
"Didn't Tang Wen fail calculus? Thinking that the make-up exam was coming up, he went to the old campus last weekend and called Professor Zhang to give him some gifts so that he would miss the questions. "Zhao Qiang gossiped.
"Professor Zhang didn't accept it?" Lou Cheng suddenly realized.
Zhao Qiang laughed. "Not only did he not accept it, he even made Tang Wen wait for him in the old teaching building and lectured him on the main points of calculus for the whole afternoon. He was so dizzy that he just wanted to cry."
"Professor Zhang is pretty good." Lou Cheng sighed.
It's not easy to find such a teacher!
As they spoke, he shared the "test as roll call" incident with Yan Zheke.
Yan Zheke replied quickly, "Our professor is even more perverted. There are two sections in one class and he takes attendance five times! But he's not as ruthless as your professor who takes 20 points in one go … "
After chatting for a while, he put down his phone and started to do the questions. Because he didn't listen to the lecture, his speed of finding the answers was very slow. Beside him, Zhao Qiang was writing at lightning speed.
Lou Cheng was surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Qiang, have you seriously read the book?"
The book for this class?
Zhao Qiang nodded seriously. "I'm a real fan …"
…
On Saturday afternoon, the group from Songcheng University Martial Arts Club arrived at Yimo's train station.
While they were on the way, Geezer Shi told them to take an afternoon nap to recover their energy so that they wouldn't be absent-minded in the afternoon.
Lou Cheng helped Yan Zheke carry her luggage and walked out of the train station side by side. They saw the slightly gray sky and smelled the faint smell of coal smoke in the air.
Yimo was an old industrial city, famous for its combination of coal and steel. The pollution index was on the high side.
There were rich mineral resources here and the people were tough.
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