In the jubilant office, Guo Qing knocked on the table and said with a smile, "Senior Sister Lin, Senior Sister Lin, tell us about the current situation of the Martial Arts Club of Guannan School!"
Lin Hua had a close friend in Guannan School who would tell her about the situation from time to time. At this moment, she was thinking and organizing her words, "Gu Yue is in his senior year, but he is still a Professional Ninth Pin. It is said that Fei Sanli is close to the level of Professional Ninth Pin, but he hasn't participated in the Ranking Event yet, so no one knows whether he will succeed. Ji Lan got the certificate of Amateur First Pin in June, and the new members are the best at Amateur Second Pin."
Hearing about the current situation of Guannan School, Li Mao, Sun Jian and the others were stunned, as if they were dreaming.
A year had passed. Ji Lan had advanced one Pin, Fei Sanli had advanced half a step, and Gu Yue had become stronger, but he still couldn't reach the threshold of the Dan stage. This was a normal change in the Martial Arts Club of a university. But in Li Mu's club, one Professional Ninth Pin, one Amateur First Pin, and several Amateur Second Pin and Amateur Third Pin fighters had become two Dan stage fighters, one Professional Ninth Pin fighter, and several Amateur First Pin and Amateur Second Pin fighters.
…
In the Martial Arts Club of Guannan School.
Seeing the result of the draw, Ji Lan blurted out, full of fear and frustration,
"What a coincidence!"
They had drawn last year's opponent, Songcheng University!
"F * ck!" Gu Yue bulged his muscles and shook his clothes. He grabbed the cup on the table and smashed it on the ground.
In the sound of the cup breaking, several new members stepped back in fear, not daring to face their club president's anger.
After Gu Yue strode away, Fei Sanli touched his bald head and smiled bitterly.
"That's it for this year. I'd better participate in the Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin next week. I can't waste time. Let's go. Let's go."
He waved his hand and walked out of the office, leaving the new members silent and Ji Lan clenching her teeth.
"Ji Lan, recite the strength of Songcheng University's substitutes. I'm sure they won't let both Lou Cheng and Lin Que fight against us." Coach Gu Zhen touched his grizzled hair and sighed.
Ji Lan paused for a moment, then took out her phone and opened her notepad. She read weakly,
"Li Mao, Amateur First Pin; Sun Jian, Amateur First Pin; Yan Zheke, Amateur Second Pin but did not attend the Amateur Ranking Event in September; Lin Hua, Amateur Second Pin; Cai Zongming, Amateur Second Pin; He Zi, Amateur Second Pin; Wang Dali, Amateur Second Pin; Jin Lu, Amateur Second Pin; Guo Qing, Amateur Third Pin; Mu Jinnian, Amateur Third Pin …"
After she finished reciting, she silently added in her heart,
As for the main force, Lou Cheng was a Professional Eighth Pin fighter of Professional Eighth Pin, and Lin Que was above the normal Eighth Pin Dan stage. This was the configuration of the top four in the final circle!
How were they supposed to fight?
Friendship first, competition second?
…
The autumn air was refreshing and the night breeze was chilly.
Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke strolled along the lakeside hand in hand. They were in a good mood because of the result of the lottery just now. While recalling the past events of last year, they looked forward to the future and outlined their dreams.
A gentle breeze brushed past his face, and the water was still. After the discussion, Lou Cheng was about to take a step forward when he suddenly felt a girl tugging at his sleeve. It was a weak tug.
"What's wrong?" He tilted his head and asked in amusement.
It was rare to see such a Ke like this.
Yan Zheke was wearing Lou Cheng's coat. Her glossy black hair hung down to her vest. Her face was fair and delicate. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she said timidly, "Cheng, I need to discuss something with you."
"What is it?" Lou Cheng was confused.
"I don't want to participate in the Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin next week …" Yan Zheke's eyes drifted. "I didn't have much hope in the first place. I just wanted to gain some practical experience for the Division Contest. But now the Martial Arts Competition will be held a week earlier. I'm afraid I won't be able to recover in time. I can't put the cart before the horse."
According to her usual temperament and style of doing things, she should talk about this matter with Cheng rationally and frankly. But somehow, when the words came to her mouth, she inexplicably felt guilty and guilty.
Slam the table! Why do I feel guilty? Why do I feel guilty?
When Lou Cheng heard about the adjustment of the competition schedule, he had a hunch in this regard. Therefore, he was not surprised. He smiled and said,
"Of course. The Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin lasts for two weeks and four days. There are three high-level fights a day. It's too intense. Besides, you don't have abnormal stamina like me. You won't be able to recover in a week."
Although he said so, he still felt a little disappointed and regretful. He had been back in Songcheng for two months and had no private time with Ke. If he couldn't participate in the Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin, he couldn't go to the hotel openly. Cough …
Thinking of this, Lou Cheng added another sentence to show that he didn't mind. He chuckled and said,
"Anyway, there will be plenty of chances in the future."
Yan Zheke turned her head and spat at him. She swung her hand and hit him, saying,
"What are you talking about?"
"I said there will be plenty of chances in the Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin …" Lou Cheng laughed.
Before he finished his words, Yan Zheke suddenly stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. She deliberately said in a delicate voice,
"Darling, you're so nice ~"
Her cheeks flushed. After the kiss, she turned around and ran away, swinging her hands and leaving a clear and melodious laughter.
Lou Cheng was stunned for two or three seconds. He touched the corner of his mouth subconsciously, and then a smile appeared on his face. He strode to catch up with her.
Only at times like this, when he had experienced a lot and become more mature, could he see the 19-year-old boy in his heart.
…
Yan Zheke went back to the dormitory with light steps and opened the door. She didn't want to be teased by Li Liantong, so she preemptively said, "Dirty Tong, you're still memorizing books at this late hour?"
Li Liantong screamed, "I don't want to either!"
"I'm in my second year of university. There are more and more professional courses, and they're getting more and more difficult. Damn, that long list of translated Latin words is killing me!"
Yan Zheke felt the same. She pursed her lips and said, "So are we! It's not enough to just listen to the classes. We used to go out once a week, but now we have to wait for two or three weeks before we have time. "
Of course, this refers to the top 5%. If you just want to graduate and get a diploma, you just need to listen to the classes and study hard before the exam. You can do whatever you want in your daily life.
Sigh … Recently, my dates with Cheng have been more in the self-study room and the library …
"You only go out once every two or three weeks? Can your Cheng bear it? "Li Liantong turned her head in surprise and started driving out of habit.
"What do you mean by bear it? We see each other every day! "Yan Zheke pretended not to understand.
Li Liantong clicked her tongue and said, "You've been dating for almost nine months. Don't tell me there's no progress? I don't believe your Cheng is a monk! As for men, once they have a breakthrough, they'll want more. When they're young and full of vigor, they'll definitely be eager and passionate … "
Before she could finish her words, Yan Zheke picked up the decorative landline and said grumpily, "What's wrong?
"Hello, is this Yaoyaoling? There's a female hooligan here! "
Their conversation made Shi Xiangyang and Zong Yanru want to laugh. The latter had the best relationship with Yan Zheke, so she quickly changed the topic, "Dirty Tong, I feel that you're wrong. What's wrong with monks? I remember it was written in a book called Water Margin. The first word is monk, the second word is monk, the third word is ghost music official, and the fourth word is hungry ghost in sex. "
Li Liantong nodded immediately, "Yes, yes, yes. There are so many stories about monks!"
Yan Zheke was relieved that the topic had changed. While listening to their nonsense, she took out her phone and replied to Lou Cheng's message. At the same time, she checked the forum to see what people thought about the result of the draw.
In Lou Cheng's fan forum, "Eternal Nightfall" Yan Xiaoling put her post at the top with the title "Martial Arts Club's Draw Reaction Live Broadcast!"
She wrote in the main post, "I'm crying. I'm too scared to go because I'm not a member of the special training team. No, cross it out. I can't enter the office because I'm not a member of the special training team. But I have a spy. Next, let's welcome the reporter from the front, Bao Zi, no, the cat reporter from the front, 'Many Cats', to report ~"
On the second post, "Many Cats" posted,
"… When we drew Guannan School, Lou Cheng looked at Senior Yan for the 28th time tonight, and Senior Yan looked back at him for the 28th time."
What? Feeling wronged, Yan Zheke opened her mouth and looked up. She recalled what had happened that night and counted carefully.
Liar! There were only 19 times!
She looked down and continued to read the report, "… Lin Que closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, expressionless as usual; Jinjin kept peeking at him; President Cai Zongming chatted with Senior Li Mao happily, which made Li Mao want to cover his ears several times; Reporter Shu was like a shark that smelled blood, looking from one to another, from another to this; Senior Sister Guo Qing gave Senior Sister Lin Hua a bear hug; Coach Shi drank all the wine, turned the small pot upside down, and kept shaking it, but didn't shake out a single drop, so he stayed out of the situation …"
Looking at the description of these bystanders, Yan Zheke smiled faintly but still felt warm in her heart.
This is our Martial Arts Club, our … "
"What about your cat reporter?" "Unparalleled Dragon King" asked curiously.
"Many Cats" replied, "Meow, meow, meow?"
…
In the busy and fulfilling days, the University Martial Arts Competition was getting closer and closer. Finally, that Saturday came.
Mu Jinnian and Yan Xiaoling, who didn't make it into the competition list, came to the stadium together, only to see that it was crowded with many students.
"I'm so excited! It's our home ground!" Yan Xiaoling jumped around the stands and found a seat.
Mu Jinnian was wearing a black-edged white Songcheng University martial arts suit with a backpack. When she sat down, she took out a banner with the name "Lin Que" written on it, a trumpet, an inflatable hammer, and other cheering tools.
"Ah … Jinjin, you prepared these?" Yan Xiaoling was dumbfounded.
"Shouldn't I?" Mu Jinnian looked at her in confusion, "You didn't prepare? Aren't you a professional fan? "
"I, I'm too excited … Oh, I have to help Senior Sister Wen!" Yan Xiaoling was ashamed and ran away from her seat.
Fanfan, Dragon King, Okamoto, Bull Demon King, Naive, Qiqi … I've embarrassed the forum!
…
In the locker room of the home team, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke sat side by side at the end of the bench, with their backs against the wall. They closed their eyes to rest, waiting for their turn.
He vaguely heard the cheering and shouting outside, and couldn't help but recall the situation of the home ground last time.
That time, they lost to Wensheng School and Zhou Zhengquan, but they weren't disappointed. Instead, they shouted the slogan "Next time!" in unison.
While thinking, he found that the shouting outside was getting more and more orderly and louder.
What are they shouting? Lou Cheng curiously tilted his ear and concentrated his hearing.
That voice suddenly became clear, and the sound of a tsunami took shape.
"We're here!"
"We're here!"
Next time … We're here? Lou Cheng suddenly understood what his classmates meant. This was a continuation of the previous cheering! This was an answer to the past!
His eyes were warm, and he clenched his fists.
Yes, we're here!
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