Was this still the same inexperienced freshman?
Was this the same guy who was so flustered during the sparring session three weeks ago?
For the first time, Wu Dong doubted his own brain. Students who could enter Songcheng University before the special recruitment of martial arts were all intelligent. However, the contradiction between what he knew and what he saw now made him feel like his cognitive world had been turned upside down.
Could it be that he was dreaming?
Seeing that Wu Dong was shocked by his words, Lou Cheng exhaled quietly and pretended to be profound. "The on-campus recruitment will begin in October. Senior Brother Wu, you're still in the mood to deal with two hooligans. But I still have to thank you for your guidance just now. It helped me improve my martial arts."
The on-campus recruitment was a job fair on campus. It was usually held in the first half of the senior year. When it came to the next semester, the number of job fairs would decrease sharply. Most of the time, one would have to rely on the internet to find a job. Lou Cheng's hidden meaning was that this matter would be treated as a martial arts competition. Neither of them would spread the news, and Wu Dong would have to focus on finding a job in the on-campus recruitment. Otherwise, if things got out of hand, Wu Dong would have to bear more responsibility if he fought back with two hooligans on campus. Wu Dong might even be praised by the school for fighting back after being bullied by the hooligans. At most, he would be punished.
Wu Dong's face was gloomy. After a long time, he said,
"Junior Brother Lou, the new generation is replacing the old. I'm just giving you some guidance. Don't worry too much."
As a martial artist, he often came into contact with similar things. His tone was inevitably similar to that of the ancient times.
"I still have to thank you, Senior Brother Wu." Seeing that Wu Dong gave in, Lou Cheng smiled and cupped his hands. He glanced at the tattooed young man and the buzz-cut young man and started to run again.
As for the two gangsters, Lou Cheng didn't think it was a big deal. As for the two gangsters, Lou Cheng didn't think it was a big problem at all. Songcheng was the best university in the country. If gangsters dared to bring people to break into the school and bully students, they must be tired of living. If they wanted to block him outside the school, unless they didn't want to make a living, they would keep an eye on the school every day. Who would take a fight as revenge for the murder of their father? Once the hot blood was over, there would only be trouble when they met by chance.
Seeing that Lou Cheng's footsteps were light and light as he started running again, sweeping past them like a gust of wind, the short-haired youth and the tattooed youth looked at each other, dumbfounded.
"F * ck, he can still f * cking run!" The young man with the brush cut looked as if he had seen a flying saucer.
"This is a monster …" The tattooed young man rubbed his eyes.
Once again, a sense of fear rose in their hearts. It was the fear of an inhuman.
…
Back in the dormitory, Lou Cheng didn't want to line up in the bathroom, so he took a cold shower in the bathroom. Their dormitory's toilets had water pipes, showerheads, and washing machines, all of which were provided by Qin Mo, the rich second generation. However, he had only used them once and was rarely seen. As for the problem of the counselor's inspection, Lou Cheng had only seen the counselor four times in class meetings since school started two months ago. He had never encountered one in the dormitory. Anyway, the new campus was a closed management system, so there wouldn't be any major problems. He could just leave it to the class committee.
After changing his clothes and drying his hair, Lou Cheng walked out of the bathroom and bumped into Cai Zongming, who was watching a martial arts live broadcast in the living room.
"Hey, Cheng, where did you go just now? Why are you only back now? Don't tell me you got it? Did you go to the woods? "Cai Zongming winked at him with a gossipy expression.
Lou Cheng thought for a while and asked back, "What do you think?"
"I think the revolution hasn't succeeded yet. Comrades still need to work hard. Your goddess isn't easy to woo. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had a chance. But as long as you work hard, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. If you keep up your performance today, there's still hope. In reality, it's like a flower stuck in cow dung. A blind cat will meet a dead mouse. "Cai Zongming encouraged and teased him.
Lou Cheng glared at him and walked to the simple sofa to sit down. When he was about to lean on the sofa, he felt a sharp pain in his back, which made him gasp.
Wu Dong's attack was really not bad!
"Little Ming, help me rub the bruise." Lou Cheng said as he got up and walked to his dormitory. He had to ask for help for the bruise on his back.
"Ah?" Cai Zongming was confused. "You didn't force yourself on her and get beaten up by your goddess, did you?"
"What the hell are you thinking about?" Lou Cheng said grumpily.
In the dormitory, Zhao Qiang and Zhuang Xiaojun were on the same boat today. They had a good chat and were trying to calm down while doing homework. Zhang Jingye got Pan Xue's QQ and chatted with her while watching a movie. He also asked about the interesting things in their dormitory. Qiu Zhigao stood by the window and looked at the street lights outside, deep in thought.
Lou Cheng held back his laughter and took the bottle of ointment from Yan Zheke. He returned to the living room and handed it to Cai Zongming. He sat down and took off his T-shirt, revealing the bruise on his back.
"What the hell? What did you do?" Cai Zongming was confused and surprised.
"Didn't I send Yan Zheke back to her dormitory? Thinking about the progress today, I was so excited and happy that I couldn't calm down at all. So I went to the lakeside to practice my stance. "Lou Cheng didn't hide anything and told his friend what had happened just now.
Cai Zongming unscrewed the bottle cap and laughed. "You and Qiang are brothers, right? One needs to do homework to calm down, and the other needs to practice his stance by the lakeside. Haha, not only are the feelings of young girls poetic, but so are the feelings of young men. Hmm, erotic poems. "
Lou Cheng ignored his teasing and said, "Then I met three hooligans and had a fight."
"No wonder." Cai Zongming poured the ointment on his hand and applied it to the bruise on Lou Cheng's back. "You're so brave after learning martial arts. You didn't suffer any losses, right?"
A trace of coolness entered the wound and relieved the pain. Lou Cheng narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "No, I beat all three of them down."
"Wow, you're awesome, my brother. You've only been learning martial arts for three weeks. Did Geezer Shi secretly teach you some unique moves?" Cai Zongming put the glass bottle on the sofa and rubbed the ointment hard, making Lou Cheng grimace. "Do you know which school and which department those hooligans are from? We can't let them go so easily. "
"Wu Dong from the Martial Arts Club." Lou Cheng coughed lightly and said casually.
"Wu Dong from the Martial Arts Club? Then let's call Old Qiu and go find them. Wu Dong from the Martial Arts Club? Wu Dong from the senior year? "Cai Zongming raised his voice and lost control of his strength. Lou Cheng almost jumped up from the pain.
"Damn, I shouldn't have pretended to be tough at this time …" Lou Cheng regretted deeply. "Yes, that Wu Dong who recruited us into the club."
Cai Zongming stopped and said,
"Cheng, I don't study much. Don't lie to me."
"If you can beat Wu Dong, I'll beat Lin Que!"
Lou Cheng hid his pride and said, "It's true. Wu Dong is addicted to smoking and drinking. He's half disabled. When I saw the three of them, I turned around and ran. But when I ran, I found that they couldn't straighten their backs and started to pant, so I went back. But Wu Dong is really good. He almost beat me down in this situation."
Cai Zongming suddenly understood and continued rubbing the ointment on Lou Cheng's bruise. "I knew it. You can't beat Wu Dong in a normal fight. But to be able to beat him and the other two hooligans in this situation, you must be at least of Amateur Ninth Pin, right?"
"Senior Brother Li Mao said I'm almost there," Lou Cheng answered "frankly".
"Three weeks of Amateur Ninth Pin …" Cai Zongming was silent for a while and then pretended to exaggerate. "Coach, I want to join the special training too!"
Lou Cheng smiled and said, "You'd better continue to be a talker, a career with a bright future."
Cai Zongming sighed while rubbing Lou Cheng's bruise. "Actually, I'm really surprised to see you make such great progress. I'm also a little touched to see you working so hard for the Martial Arts Competition dream. The last time I was so serious was when I was chasing after my current girlfriend."
"You want to come?!" Lou Cheng looked at the TV in front of him. It was a professional martial arts competition between Shizhou Sect and Guanwai League. Both of them belonged to the highest level and were good at physical martial arts. One side of their bodies was shining with a metallic luster, while the other side had a strong recovery ability. Their injuries were healed in the blink of an eye.
Cai Zongming laughed dryly. "I'm just saying. But I'm still reluctant to sleep in and play games."
"Then how did you practice martial arts in the past?" Lou Cheng couldn't imagine how Cai Zongming had persevered in the past.
Cai Zongming rubbed away the effect of the medicine and patted Lou Cheng's back. He praised, "You're strong and elastic now. At that time, the son of the richest man in our small, run-down city was kidnapped. After extorting a sum of money, he was killed. Everyone was in a panic. My family's financial situation was not bad. My parents were very worried and sent me to the martial arts center to practice martial arts. During those years, the martial arts center in our city earned a lot of money. "
"You need someone to supervise you before you can practice martial arts. By the way, did you catch the kidnappers?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
"Of course they did. The Martial Arts Administration of the Police Department sent people down and blocked them on the mountain. They shot them to death. It was said that their bodies were broken …" Cai Zongming talked about the past in his hometown.
While chatting, Lou Cheng logged into QQ and sent a smiley face to Yan Zheke.
"I had a lot of fun today."
Thousands of words, tens of thousands of words, excitement and happiness were all condensed into this one sentence.
When the martial arts competition ended and Shizhou Sect won by a narrow margin, Lou Cheng returned to the small dormitory. Yan Zheke replied with the same smiley face. "Me too."
These three short words made Lou Cheng feel a little warm.
Yan Zheke continued to send messages. "I was watching the Shizhou Sect's competition just now. The Lion King is still as powerful as when we were young."
The Lion King, Shang Youde, was the top expert of the Shizhou Sect. He was nearly 50 years old and was a great master in Lou Cheng's childhood memory. He had won six titles, including the King, the Lion King.
"What a coincidence! I was watching it too! But I only saw half of it. I had a practice match with someone by the lake. "Lou Cheng couldn't wait to share the actual combat experience with Yan Zheke.
Because of her own regrets, she was a fanatical martial arts competition enthusiast. She should be interested in this kind of thing, right?
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