When they saw Zhang Zhutong get knocked off the arena by Lou Cheng and heard the referee announce the result, the whole audience went silent. No one cheered or shouted. It was not that they didn't want to, but the tension and tension of the previous battle had made them tense and tormented. It was as if they had also experienced such a fierce and difficult battle. When the result was out, no matter who they supported, the first thing they felt was relief. Then, they felt a wave of exhaustion wash over them, both physically and mentally.
Until Lou Cheng stood up straight, raised his hands, and roared to the sky, their passion was suddenly ignited. Their cheers suddenly boiled over.
"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng! "
"He won! He won! He won! "
All kinds of cheers echoed in the martial arts arena, converging into a wave that could almost blow off the roof.
However, they soon quieted down again because Lou Cheng, who was in the ring, had his hands on his knees and was panting heavily. On the big screen, his sweat dripped down and hit the surface of the broken bricks, splashing into countless tiny dots. His eyes lost their depth and spirit, like a blind man who could only see darkness.
He can get tired?
He can get tired?
Even the most abnormal physical strength has a limit?
Thoughts flashed through the hearts of the audience. Suddenly, they felt that this young martial artist who had won a bitter battle was not Superman. He was still a living, normal person like everyone else. He was no longer so distant and distant. He was so close that they felt like they could reach out and touch him. And in the battle just now, he had really given it his all and squeezed out all his marrow in order to achieve victory.
Unknowingly, the audience's good impression of him increased.
Yan Zheke covered her mouth. She was exhausted, but she was overwhelmed with emotions.
Looking at Lou Cheng who had finally reached his limit in the arena, recalling his roar of "Come on!" and his overwhelming momentum that completely suppressed Zhang Zhutong, she felt sorry for him, pity for him, pride, excitement, and joy. She wanted to give her boyfriend a big hug regardless of anything else.
Lying on the ground beside the arena, Zhang Zhutong gradually regained his consciousness. He saw the transparent glass ceiling and the rising moon through the light pollution. It was so peaceful that he felt he was not in the Martial Arts Stadium, but in the white mist of the cryotherapy system. Zhang Zhutong felt that he was not in the Martial Arts Stadium at all.
Lost?
After waiting for three years and training bitterly for three years, he lost just like that?
Although victory and defeat were common in a battle, three years later, I would be 26 years old. Unless the rules were changed, it would be impossible for me to enter the ring of the Youth Tournament and win the championship. Even if the age limit was relaxed, how strong could Lou Cheng be in three years' time? Just the thought of it was frightening.
It's never going to happen. I'll never win the Youth Tournament.
Some things, once missed, could not be regained.
Zhang Zhutong's body was weak and his muscles were sore. He wanted to lie there quietly, unwilling to face the reality of failure. But in this silence, he heard the sound of labored breathing.
Tilting his head, he saw Lou Cheng. He looked up at Lou Cheng and saw his eyes that were dim and full of fatigue.
Was he tired?
His physical strength was not limitless!
In an instant, a strong sense of regret and regret flooded Zhang Zhutong's mind, gnawing at his soul.
If I had known that he would be tired and that this was his limit, I wouldn't have panicked. My momentum was suppressed, my spirit was affected, and my weakness was exposed!
If I had continued to fight like before, I would have won!
Zhang Zhutong clenched his teeth when he saw Lou Cheng's limit. He felt that he could win if he did it five or ten more times. But the match was over, and time could not be turned back.
A loss was a loss. The winner enjoyed the glory, and the loser had no excuses.
He smiled bitterly, got up, and patted the dust off his body. He walked to the lounge alone, bearing the regret and licking his wounds.
This was martial arts, and this was life.
He had just taken two steps when the audience came back to their senses. Many people shouted,
"Lou Cheng! Lou Cheng! "
Immediately after, a sharp and tender female voice pierced through the air.
“Super.star！ Super.star！”
Lou Cheng Super Rank!
Hearing Wu Ting's scream and seeing her jumping up and down, Wei Renjie smiled with mixed feelings. He turned to Sun Yixing and Chu Weicai.
Chu Weicai and Sun Yixing said nothing, but gave him a thumbs up.
Yes, Lou Cheng could be the top young martial artist in the province!
Yes, he was the number one young martial artist in the province!
…
"He won! He won!"
Lou Zhisheng could not believe his son had won until now. He jumped up and shouted like a young man, forgetting the reserved manner of an intellectual.
"He won! He won …" Qi Fang pulled him and looked at the arena with concern. She asked nervously, "Is Cheng okay?"
When he was in junior high school, a classmate suddenly died while being punished to run laps!
"He's fine. Look, he's coming back to life. He's greeting everyone." Lou Zhisheng's eyes were fixed on the arena and the big screen. He saw Lou Cheng's eyes recover a little. Then, he walked around the edge of the arena and raised his hands to applaud the audience.
"That's good, that's good!" Qi Fang breathed a sigh of relief and forgot her age. She followed the excited audience around her and started to cheer.
The martial arts competition was so exciting and thrilling! This was her intuitive feeling. But she could no longer say that for safety, she did not want to walk the road of martial arts.
Son, you are our pride!
Looking at her cousin who was walking around the field in a victorious manner and thinking of his tired look, Qi Yunfei suddenly clearly felt that Brother Lou Cheng was hiding his hard work, sacrifice, and tolerance for hardships when he was not noisy, flamboyant, or showing off. Compared to those boastful guys, his uncontrollable tiredness just now was more manly.
Recalling the punches and kicks that had left a deep impression on her, the powerful roar, the feeling of strength from the bulging muscles, and the tyrannical strength of the defeated enemy that could shake the arena with a stomp of his feet, Qi Yunfei's face turned red. She murmured with a smile,
"I've really become a brother complex …"
She glanced around shyly, afraid that others would notice her emotions. However, Chen Xiaoxiao, Ma Xi, Qiu Hailin, Cao Lele, and the others all had different reactions. They were all excited and had different thoughts. No one was paying attention to her.
…
In the living room of the Lou family.
Lou Yuanwei loosened his clenched fists because of the stalemate. Joy surged up and gushed out.
But soon more emotions appeared in his mind. He stared at the TV with mixed feelings, looking at the tired Lou Cheng who walked around the arena to greet him.
At this time, he felt that he could not remember what Lou Cheng looked like in the past ten years.
He had really changed so much that even the relatives who often contacted him felt an indescribable strangeness.
I don't dare to recognize him …
I really want to live like him, no, half of him, or even one-tenth of him!
Lou Debang held the cigarette in his hand and forgot to light it. He muttered to himself blankly,
"He won?"
"He beat the No. 1 seed?"
Dozens of seconds later, he suddenly woke up with a start. He felt around but couldn't find anything, so he roared with full strength, "Hey!
"Zhiqiang, give me my phone!"
I'll call them back one by one! "
Lou Zhiqiang was shocked by the roar. He looked at his wife who was looking at him fiercely and whispered,
"It's okay to win. Why are you so excited …"
…
In the high school group chat, no one spoke for several minutes.
Lou Cheng's deskmate, Wang Jie, appeared and said,
"I want Feng Cheng to be my idol!"
Cao Lele chimed in.
"He's already my idol!"
Tao Xiaofei and Yao Ming smiled,
"Brother Lou has been my idol for a long time!"
You're so outdated!
There weren't many students who came out to express their feelings. At first, the others were just there to join in the fun and were excited because of this matter. However, after witnessing a student that they weren't familiar with or even unfamiliar with truly obtaining great glory and success, they felt rather complicated and didn't want to speak for a while.
When there was comparison, there would be hurt.
…
In the Xing Province TV broadcast room, the host was silent for a while and then forced a smile,
"Mr. Yu Hong, what do you think of the result of this competition?"
Yu Hong smiled and sighed,
"Lou Cheng is really good at creating miracles."
In one or two months, if Lou Cheng and Zhang Zhutong fought ten more times, maybe he could only win one or two. But he did it at the most critical moment and on the most critical occasion.
One win was worth ten wins!
No one could or dared to say that he was weaker than Zhang Zhutong!
…
After hearing the guest grandpa's comments and seeing that Lou Cheng had regained his mobility, Yan Xiaoling let go of her worries. Her suppressed emotions for the past two days finally broke out. She posted several posts in the forum,
"Come on, come on! You bunch of haters, who are you accusing of using underhanded means to enter the top four? Who would kneel before Zhang Zhutong or Han Zhifei? "
"Come on, come on! Let's hurt each other! "
"Our Lou Cheng not only wants to enter the top four, but also the finals. He wants to step on the top seed!"
"It's not him who made it to the top four by using tricks. It's the others who want to avoid him!"
"Come on, come on! F * ck your tricks! F * ck your hypocrites! F * ck your haters! "
After posting, Yan Xiaoling couldn't help but pant. She felt tired and refreshed at the same time.
Seeing this, the whole forum was silent. The haters didn't dare to show up, and the others seemed to have forgotten to reply.
After a while, "Brahman" said weakly, "You scared me to death. I wanted to come out and scold those trolls, but when I saw your post, I was scared back … Son, I didn't expect you to be such a person …"
"I didn't expect you to be a swearing Little Changye …" "Unparalleled Dragon King" also replied weakly.
Yan Xiaoling glanced at the post, covered her face and replied, "Too, too excited. I'll delete it. I don't want to leave a black history."
"No need. Don't you have a black history? I've already taken a screenshot. I'll keep it and pass it on to my children and grandchildren! "" Okamoto's Fan "laughed.
"Yeah, don't delete it. I suddenly feel that Yan Xiaoling is cuter when she swears." "Unparalleled Dragon King" said with a "Hilarious Joke".
"Black will eventually be white. Son, I have faith in you!" "Brahman" encouraged her by patting her shoulder.
"Bull Demon King", a lip-reading expert, also appeared. "Moderator, I want to give you a nickname."
"What nickname? I don't want it if it's not nice! "Yan Xiaoling gave up and almost cried.
I used to be such a cute child!
Once I entered the forum, I became a passerby with no moral integrity!
"Bull Demon King" snickered. "In ancient times, the great sages with great achievements were respectfully called 'Zi'. Since you've lost your moral integrity, I've decided to call you Cao Zi."
…
Lou Cheng recovered from his blurred thoughts and breathing difficulties. He bowed to the stands where Yan Zheke and his parents were. Enduring the throbbing pain in his head and the tiredness in his mind, he slowly walked to the side of the field and took back his phone from the match supervisor. Amidst the deafening cheers and applause, he stepped into the exclusive resting room step by step.
He didn't go to sleep immediately to recover his energy, because in this state, he couldn't conceal his spirit and qi and meditate. In other words, he couldn't enter a deep sleep. If that was the case, an hour and a half of rest wouldn't be enough to recover his fatigue. Instead, he would feel even more tired.
Therefore, he had to rest for a while and let his tiredness dissipate naturally. Then he would use Meditation to sleep.
Sitting on the sofa, although his muscles had been recovered by the Jindan, he didn't want to move a finger, let alone take a hot bath.
Of course, on the other hand, he had a strong will. He picked up his phone with difficulty, logged in to QQ, and sent a message to Yan Zheke.
"I'm so tired!"
Yan Zheke had been holding her phone and didn't dare to send a message for fear of affecting Lou Cheng's recovery. Seeing the message, she was startled and sent a "knock on the head" emoji. "Why aren't you sleeping? Hurry up and go to sleep! "
There was only an hour and a half left until the end of the second semi-final.
Lou Cheng described his current situation of not being able to enter a deep sleep and said with a smirk, "It's a pity that I have to prepare for the second semi-final. Otherwise, I could go back to the hotel and share the joy of victory with you and enjoy your head massage …"
"Do you have a headache now?" Yan Zheke asked with concern.
"Yes. My head is throbbing and my temples are swollen." Lou Cheng didn't hide his condition.
Although it was said that men had to appear strong and not be defeated, at the appropriate time, in front of the girl they loved, revealing their true self could instead evoke the radiance of motherhood and make her feel that she was needed. She would feel that there was no pretense between the two of them and that she was the most special one.
Yan Zheke looked around and found that all the cameras were pointing at the ring, at Han Zhifei and Liu Xunzhen, who were walking towards the ring respectively. So, she replied without any expression, "How about I massage your temples? So that you can recover quickly and go to sleep. "
She knew that there was a physiotherapist on standby in the exclusive lounge, but she just couldn't control the impulse in her heart.
"Okay! I'll pick you up at the door! " Lou Cheng didn't think about the physiotherapist at all. He sat up from the sofa with the willpower of a dying man.
"Okay." Yan Zheke put away her phone and stood up. She walked along the aisle to the bathroom and planned to go around.
"Ke, Ke, where are you going?" Gu Shuang was still immersed in the mood of "Damn, Ke's man defeated Zhang Zhutong." But she was awakened by her best friend's unusual movement.
Yan Zheke's eyes were shining like stars. She blushed and said,
"Lounge."
"Lounge? Let's go together. Uh, what lounge?" Gu Shuang recalled and blinked her eyes.
Xing Jingjing pulled her and whispered, "Don't ask."
"Oh …" Gu Shuang dragged her voice and understood what lounge it was. She smiled ambiguously. "Aren't you afraid of affecting his recovery? That's right. He's so tired. How can he recover in one and a half hours? Maybe the encouragement of love is more effective! "
Yan Zheke spat and didn't dare to answer. She walked quickly to the edge of the aisle.
She carefully avoided the possible camera positions. When the whole audience was focused on the ring, she flashed into the lounge with the door half open. She saw Lou Cheng waiting there and saw the tiredness that made her heart ache.
"I don't know why, but when I see you, I suddenly don't feel tired anymore." Lou Cheng's heart was filled with warmth and joy. He smiled and said.
"Bullsh * t!" Yan Zheke glanced at him. "Go back to your room and rest!"
Lou Cheng held her hand and ignored the eyes of passers-by like Fang Siqi. They went straight back to their exclusive lounge.
As soon as they entered and closed the door, he hugged the girl tightly and kissed her fragrance.
Then, the two of them kissed with gentle passion, and kissed deeply.
After a few minutes, Yan Zheke pushed Lou Cheng away and gave him a charming look. "You're so tired, but you still want to do bad things! You didn't even take a shower. You stink! "
After a few words, she asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"
"With the nourishment of love, of course I'm feeling better. I should be able to conceal spirit and qi." Lou Cheng snickered. "I'll take a shower first."
"No need. Lie down. Anyway, we have to compete later and sweat." Yan Zheke pulled him to the spacious sofa and let him lie down. She sat beside him and rubbed his temples. "Go to sleep. Go to sleep."
"I'm afraid that my sweat will stink you." Lou Cheng put his phone aside and answered with a smile.
"Humph. It's good that you know. I'll sacrifice myself." Yan Zheke specially learned some physiotherapy massage skills this time. She used her hands to relieve the swelling pain in Lou Cheng's head.
The smell of her boyfriend's sweat drifted into her nose. She didn't feel disgusted at all. She even liked it a little. She felt that it was very manly.
While massaging, she listened to Lou Cheng's physical condition and found that he fell into a deep sleep within a minute.
Yan Zheke freed one hand and took her boyfriend's phone. She unlocked it with her fingerprint and changed the mode to silent. Then she took out her own phone and did the same thing.
"I can't let Cheng wake up …" The girl smiled lightly and was proud of her carefulness and cautiousness. She didn't stop massaging.
While massaging, she saw that her own phone was flashing with the name on the screen.
"Empress Dowager"!
Empress Dowager? Yan Zheke was shocked. She chose to answer the call and whispered in her ear, "Mom?"
Ji Mingyu chuckled. "Is it very quiet? In Lou Cheng's lounge? "
"How, how did you know?" Yan Zheke was stunned. She felt that Empress Dowager was so powerful that she could guess it!
"I'm watching the competition with your dad." Ji Mingyu answered leisurely. "I paid attention to the lounge door and saw my silly daughter."
"Why are you here? Why didn't you say anything … "Yan Zheke kept her voice low." Dad, dad didn't see it, right? "
Empress Dowager is so awesome!
"Don't worry. He's always so slow." Ji Mingyu curled her lips. In the quiet and empty road outside the stadium, she laughed and said, "Ke, you're really like me. You have a good eye for men. Not bad."
When the two of them started dating, Lou Cheng was just an amateur martial artist who seemed to have a bright future.
"Mom, why did you suddenly mention this?" Yan Zheke was very shy.
I've never objected to your relationship with Lou Cheng, and I also believe that you have good taste. Once he has the ability to be with you, I won't stand in your way. However, when it comes to marriage, there are too many areas where you need to break in. There are too many conflicts of ideas and personalities. Just like shoes, only you know whether they fit. Your father is a doctor, but he and I have a good life. " Ji Mingyu said with emotion. "I just want you to slow down and see clearly whether you can entrust your life to each other and grow old together. Don't rush to ignite your passion."
"Mom, I understand." Yan Zheke took a breath and answered.
After hanging up the phone, she reached out and rubbed her boyfriend's temples again.
Looking at Lou Cheng's face, which was not handsome but she liked, smelling the sweat on his body, and recalling the scenes between them, Yan Zheke faintly thought to herself,
If I don't have Cheng by my side in the future, how empty and sad my heart will be.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like I can't breathe.
…
Liu Xunzhen's supernatural ability didn't have a fundamental breakthrough. Although it still caused a lot of trouble for Han Zhifei, it couldn't help him cross the level gap. After a few minutes of fighting, he was defeated.
Seeing that Han Zhifei was just panting and not very tired, Lou Cheng's supporters suddenly quieted down and felt inexplicably sad.
In the next one and a half hours, the highlights of the Youth Tournament before the two finalists were introduced. The highlights were reviewed and mixed with singing and dancing performances.
Seeing Lou Cheng break through obstacles and defeat one strong opponent after another, which was much more difficult than others, the audience became more silent and more emotional.
Zhang Zhutong watched as Han Zhifei returned. Since he was going to use acupuncture and elixirs to relax, he resisted the urge to invite Han Zhifei to undergo ultra-low temperature cold therapy.
It was only a dozen minutes' drive from here to the Shenhuo Club. The ultra-low temperature cold treatment could only stimulate a short time, so there was more than enough time.
But wouldn't it mean that he and Han Zhifei were working together to defeat Lou Cheng?
Zhang Zhutong's pride stopped him from speaking.
…
After an hour and twenty minutes, Yan Zheke played the role of an alarm clock and woke Lou Cheng up.
"How do you feel?" She blinked and asked with concern.
Lou Cheng shook his neck and answered with a smile, "I've recovered half of my spirit. My physical strength is fine, but my tendons and muscles are a little swollen and uncomfortable because of the Furnace Force."
The Furnace Force was different from the Cold Force. It was more corrosive and gradually accumulated. Even if it was dispelled, it still hurt Lou Cheng to some extent.
"Well, go and change your clothes." Yan Zheke didn't say much.
Lou Cheng changed into a new martial arts suit and shoes, washed his face with cold water, and showed that he was in high spirits again. He smiled and said, "Will you go out later? Or just watch from here? "
"Just watch from here." Yan Zheke smiled and her eyes rippled. "Wait for you to come back."
"Okay!" Lou Cheng chuckled. "Don't you want to cheer for my dear?"
"Rogue!" Yan Zheke spat and blushed. Then she hummed, "Turn around ~ Turn around!"
"Okay, okay." Lou Cheng turned to the door with his back to her.
Yan Zheke took a step forward, put her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his neck. She whispered in a low voice,
"Dear, dear, cheer for me."
No matter what the result is, I'm proud of you.
…
In the stadium outside, the broadcast began to introduce the matches of the final. As usual, the winner went out first.
"The final of the third Young Warrior Championship of Xing Province begins. Let's welcome the first contestant, No. 18 Lou Cheng!"
"He defeated the No. 9, No. 5, No. 6, and No. 1 seeds and finally stood in the ring of the final!"
The audience was more emotional. They kept silent as if they were thinking about something.
Lou Cheng walked out of the lounge and walked along the path under the spotlight to the stone stairs.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a shout.
"Champion!"
The audience in the stadium was excited. One voice after another echoed around.
"Champion!" "Champion!" "Champion!"
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