"Win the next round!"
Hearing Lou Cheng's words, Lin Que didn't speak again. He only nodded slightly, but the disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes had faded away. Instead, a faint but absolutely pure desire to fight burned in his eyes.
At this time, Sun Jian walked to the two of them and said half-jokingly and half-self-deprecatingly,
"I always said that you two would deprive me of the opportunity to fight, but now I really hope that you two won't give me such a chance …"
If this was a chat on the Internet, he would have added a "laugh and cry" emoji.
Lou Cheng was almost amused by him. He deliberately said in a serious tone,
"Fight well and enjoy the greeting of a Professional Ninth Pin."
Enjoy? Sun Jian suddenly shivered and looked up at Zhuo Yanjun who was neither red nor out of breath. He had the illusion that a frog was about to challenge a poisonous snake.
How to fight a Professional Ninth Pin who was almost in perfect condition?
This wasn't enjoyment, it was torture!
However, if he didn't face a Professional Ninth Pin directly, how could he figure out his own problems? How could he dare to face his own father in the graduation season?
He took a breath and reached out his right hand to Lin Que.
Lin Que's expression returned to indifference, but he still raised his arm and bumped Sun Jian's right palm.
As a psychology student, he knew very well that such ceremonies were to cultivate a sense of community and strengthen cohesion. But he didn't want to expose it and exclude himself.
Sun Jian walked past his two companions and went up the stone stairs to the arena. Although he wasn't as nervous as Li Mao, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
The gap between him and Zhuo Yanjun couldn't be filled by shouting slogans and shouting hot-blooded words.
Last year, when Chen Changhua challenged Lin Que, he was already one of the best fighters of Amateur First Pin. He was so proud of himself that he wanted to take part in the Professional Ranking Event. However, he was utterly defeated. After that, he practiced hard for more than half a year. It was not until the end of last month that he successfully broke through and got the coveted Professional Ninth Pin certificate.
Zhuo Yanjun was rated as a Strong Ninth Pin, so her strength should be about the same as Lin Que's from last semester, or even a little bit stronger. But now, Lou Cheng, who wrote Amateur Third Pin and studied Amateur Second Pin, was still a lot weaker than Chen Changhua at that time. One plus and one minus, the gap between them was obvious!
Forget it, I'll show my style and spirit … Sun Jian consoled himself and got into position.
When the referee announced the start of the match, he followed the plan and did not engage in guerrilla warfare. Instead, he unexpectedly launched an attack. His bent back and knees straightened, and he pounced on his opponent like a ferocious tiger.
Although Zhuo Yanjun did not expect such a change, her strength was there, and she was confident. She calmly took a step forward and blocked the path of Sun Jian's footwork. Her right shoulder exploded, and her arm slashed vertically like a sword.
Pa! The muscles on Sun Jian's right arm swelled, and with a shake of his arm, his fist ferociously smashed out, blocking his opponent's chop with a bang.
At that moment, his joints popped, and he used the One-Inch Force. His five fingers opened, and his fist turned into a claw. In a flash, he grabbed Zhuo Yanjun's forearm.
Flower-parting Willow Hand!
Zhuo Yanjun's arm softened and turned into noodles. Immediately after, she shook her strength and tightened it into a sword and an iron pole. She directly flicked Sun Jian's fingers away.
She turned sideways, her abdominal muscles swelled, and her fascia pulled. Using her left elbow as a dagger, she quickly stabbed out.
This was the combination of Fly Fall Punch's "Continuous" and Black Water Sword Technique's "Close-Range Stab". It was fast and extremely compact.
Sun Jian did not have time to dodge, nor did he have time to use his legs. He could only force his shoulders to block with his arms.
Bang! He was knocked back a step, but Zhuo Yanjun was unforgiving. She continuously attacked, and in a few short moves, he was flustered. In the end, he was stabbed in the chest by a "sword," and the pain was so great that he almost fainted.
"Round Five, Zhuo Yanjun wins!"
"The final result, Donglin Squad wins!"
The referee's announcement made Zhang Jingye and the others fall into silence. In return, the home audience applauded in a reserved manner.
Phew … Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke exhaled at the same time, looking a little gloomy.
Although this was an expected loss, and although there was still a chance for a comeback, a loss was a loss, and the result would not make people happy.
Seeing the live reporter from Donglin TV Station coming over, Lou Cheng quickly calmed down and turned to ask Yan Zheke, "Is my expression okay?"
"No!" Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes shining. "Good luck!"
"Okay." Lou Cheng took off the big white towel draped over his body and stood up.
"Hello, Lou Cheng. I'm Zhang Hai, a reporter from Donglin TV Station. Can I interview you?" The reporter said the same opening lines.
Lou Cheng did not hide the gloominess of his defeat.
"Sure."
Zhang Hai was a young man in his twenties. He looked quite amiable. Hearing this, he smiled and said,
"Lou Cheng, you guys have done well today. If it was a full score of 10, I would give you 9."
"I've read your profile. This should be the first time you've encountered a Professional Eighth Pin of the Dan stage in perfect condition, right? What do you think? "
Lou Cheng pretended to ponder and said, "Very strong. I was suppressed in all aspects, but I think I could have done better."
"Oh, why do you say so?" Zhang Hai asked with interest.
Lou Cheng smiled bitterly. "Maybe it's because I cared too much and didn't have enough experience. I was very anxious in the first round and wanted to finish my opponent in one go. Not only did I make a lot of mistakes, but I also carried this emotion to the second round. I didn't make a better choice at the critical moment."
He did not expose Hou Yue's supernatural ability and pretended to be ignorant, so that the Donglin Squad could still rely on this in the next round.
All is fair in war!
"I see. You've only been practicing martial arts for half a year. It's normal that you lack experience. Don't worry too much." Zhang Hai comforted him and continued to ask questions according to the outline.
After a few questions, he politely stopped and went to interview Lin Que.
Lou Cheng took two steps back and leaned to Yan Zheke. He lowered his voice and said, "Ke, how was my performance just now?"
Would they see through my lies? Would it alert the Donglin Squad?
Yan Zheke smiled and nodded with obvious dimples. "Very sincere and true."
Speaking of this, she rolled her eyes and said with a faint smile, "I feel that you're good at lying! Will you lie to me like this in the future? "
This … Lou Cheng's mouth was half open and he was speechless.
This was completely different from the answer he had expected!
Shouldn't you praise me?
You were the one who taught me this deception strategy!
I feel like I've been tricked again …
While thinking, he laughed and said, "How can I hide this little trick from you, Coach Yan? I'll lie to anyone but you! "
"Yes, yes." Yan Zheke nodded first and then said with a serious face, "You'll lie to anyone but me? Tell me, which girl do you want to lie to? "
This is all a trick … Lou Cheng was stunned and did not dare to answer casually.
Looking at his stupefied look, Yan Zheke finally could not help but laugh. She completely calmed down from today's regretful failure.
The silly Cheng is so adorable!
On the other side, Zhang Hai stood in front of Lin Que. As usual, he made the opening remarks first and then asked,
"Lin Que, what do you think of the continuous outbursts of an Eighth-Pin Dan stage fighter today?"
Lin Que took a white towel to wipe his sweat and said calmly,
"Very strong."
He is really a man of few words … Zhang Hai kept smiling and said, "Then what do you think of your performance?"
"Lost." Lin Que spat out two words and then turned to walk to the away team locker room.
Lost? What kind of answer is this? I'm asking for your evaluation! Zhang Hai was confused.
Not far away, Yan Zheke sighed and whispered to Lou Cheng,
"In my brother's dictionary, losing means bad."
Did losing equate to being very bad? Lou Cheng could not help but think about this sentence.
Although he would hate any kind of failure, he would not be as extreme as Lin Que.
It was true that different people had different personalities …
Thinking of this, he felt a little sympathy for the poor reporter who needed a translator to interview his brother-in-law …
…
The return trip was still a busy one. It was almost 9 pm when the Martial Arts Club members arrived at the new campus of Songcheng University. For convenience, they ate the high-speed train meal on the way.
Seeing Yan Zheke's tiredness, Lou Cheng did not try to lure her to take a walk by the lake. Instead, he held her hand and walked slowly on the pedestrian street. Their destination was the dormitory of the third building.
When they were about to reach the door, he remembered that the bonus had been paid into his account and he could buy a ring. So he began to consider his words and asked Yan Zheke to go shopping tomorrow.
Considering their current intimacy, there was no need to ask so seriously for a date. But Lou Cheng wanted a surprise, so he was thinking about what excuse to use.
Yan Zheke looked up and thought shyly and awkwardly whether she should take the initiative to propose a date tomorrow and take Cheng to buy a ring to surprise him.
If she wanted to propose, what should she say?
She pursed her lips and looked to the side. When she was about to say something, she suddenly heard Lou Cheng say with a smile, "Ke, would you like to go shopping with me tomorrow? My martial arts shoes are broken again. I need to buy a pair or two … "
Before Lou Cheng could finish his excuse, he saw Yan Zheke smile sweetly. Her smile was so bright that even the light from the surrounding street lamps was taken away.
"Okay."
"Okay!" Lou Cheng did not know why the girl was smiling so happily, but he could not help but smile as well.
…
Back in the dormitory, Lou Cheng found the small dormitory empty. He immediately understood that Zhao Qiang and the others would play in Donglin for a day to make friends.
"Tsk, only girls can make Qiang temporarily abandon his studies." He shook his head with a smile. Carrying a hot water bottle, he walked out of the small dormitory and prepared to wash up.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the key turning and saw the door open. Cai Zongming walked in.
"You're back?" Lou Cheng was startled.
Cai Zongming smiled, "Surprise?"
"Surprise your ass!" Lou Cheng looked behind Little Ming in confusion, "Where are Qiang and the others?"
"They're still in Donglin. The train leaves at five o 'clock tomorrow afternoon." Cai Zongming said matter-of-factly.
"Then why did you come back by yourself?" Lou Cheng asked, amused.
Cai Zongming said, "I have special training tomorrow morning! Besides, I already have a girlfriend. I just need to help them get together. Why would I want to watch the model worker show off his love? "
"Oh …" Lou Cheng showed his understanding with a smirk and said with emotion, "Talker, I didn't expect you to stick to the special training!"
Cai Zongming's face became serious.
"Of course! I'm a man of my word! "
Then he pretended to be excited and said,
"Cheng, I'll make up for the bench seat next semester!"
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