On the same night, when Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke were biking and Peng Leyun was practicing in the swimming pool, all the lights were off in the Martial Arts Club of Capital College.
The moonlight shone in through the window, sprinkling silver frost on the ground. Chen Diguo stepped on "them" and came to the locker room door.
He paused for more than ten seconds, then took out his keys, unlocked the door, and walked in. Then, with his hands in his pockets, he carefully looked at every inch of the place with the help of the dim light. The metal bench, the partitioned bathroom, and the clean bathroom — everything was in his eyes.
Chen Diguo took two steps forward and stood in front of the locker. He opened the one with his name on it with another key.
There were a lot of sundries inside, including shampoo and spare shavers.
He took them out one by one and put them in his backpack. His movements were very slow, as if he was carrying a heavy iron weight. It took him three minutes to pack everything up.
Looking at the empty scene inside, his lips trembled a few times, and he used all his strength to close the door. With a click, he locked the door again.
He didn't take out the key, but let it hang there. He put down the spare key and shook it gently, making a faint sound.
He took a deep look at the paper nameplate with the name "Chen Diguo" written on it. The corners of his mouth curled up. He took a deep breath and looked to the side. His eyes seemed to be sparkling. He reached out and pulled the nameplate off. He carefully unfolded it and smoothed it out. He rubbed it back and forth and put it in the place where the photo was.
Chen Diguo put on his backpack and stuffed his wallet. He stepped back and approached the door step by step.
He stepped back again and stared at the front. After a few seconds, he grabbed the door handle and pulled it back.
Click!
In the slight sound of the lock locking, Chen Diguo seems to be facing the wall to reflect.
He still left the key on the door, carried his backpack, and measured the martial arts arena with his feet. There was a strength training room with numerous equipment, an arena with slightly old stone steps, a total of five levels of seats for spectators, and a wide field where various traces of training could be vaguely seen.
Step by step, slowly and heavily, Chen Diguo finally entered the Honor Room. He stopped in front of the display window where the many championship trophies of Capital College Martial Arts Club were displayed.
He reached out his hand again, but all he felt was the cold glass.
After hovering for a moment, he withdrew his right palm, turned around, and walked outside. The backpack on his back wasn't big, as if he hadn't taken anything with him.
Step by step, Chen Diguo kept looking around and returned to the entrance of the martial arts arena at the speed of a snail.
He raised his head and looked again. He let out a long sigh and revealed a bitter smile.
Clang!
The door slowly closed, and everything familiar gradually disappeared from his eyes. In the end, nothing was left.
The moon in the sky was as bright as ever. Chen Diguo turned around and left. His figure stretched out and swayed as he walked further and further away.
In the shadows outside the Martial Arts Club's office, the long-haired Ren Li and the plain-looking Shen You looked at each other quietly. Neither of them spoke nor stood out.
After a long time, there were two more sighs.
…
That night, the long-haired, classically elegant Li Xiaoyuan sat in the corner of the cafe. Opposite him was an old man who was leaning back lazily.
"This is the condition of our Haiyuan Club. As long as you agree, you can choose the Dan stage martial arts you want from the Dark Sect, Magnetic Sect, and Plague Sect. Hehe, although they are incomplete and incomplete, we still have the corresponding content of physical invulnerability." The old man in the dark retro martial arts suit smiled and said, "We're not in the top professional competitions yet, but you should know that witches grow very quickly. It won't be a problem for this old man to fight for another five years. Besides, we're also inviting other Mighty Ones with physical invulnerability to nurture potential reserves from the martial arts school. In short, we'll definitely be one of the Twelve Superpowers before you graduate."
"Sounds good." Li Xiaoyuan took a sip of black tea and nodded with a smile.
"Are you interested?" The old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"We can sign a draft contract first. When you send the formal contract and confirm that there is no problem, it will be settled." Li Xiaoyuan said casually, as if this was not an important decision for his martial arts life, but just a matter of going to the supermarket to buy something.
No, he would be conflicted about what to buy at the supermarket, but he was not!
The old man was surprised and said, "Are you not going to think about it or talk about it? It's settled?"
The other party agreed so quickly that he felt it was unreal!
"There is a reason for this." Li Xiaoyuan smiled.
"Is there a special reason?" The old man asked with interest.
Li Xiaoyuan took another sip of black tea and said, "My dad grew up watching you compete."
"Uh …" The old man was stunned.
You are already 20, and your dad is probably in his forties. Growing up watching me compete … What an unpleasant compliment …
Just as the old man was sighing, Li Xiaoyuan laughed and added,
"Actually, this is a joke …"
"…" The old man was speechless.
"The real reason is that you are the first to formally invite me." Li Xiaoyuan leaned back in his chair and replied with a smile.
"You are not joking?" The old man asked worriedly.
"Do I look like the kind of person who keeps joking?" Li Xiaoyuan asked seriously.
The old man pondered for a moment and said,
"Then let's sign a draft agreement first."
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. For most martial artists, this time would not bring any improvement.
On April 25th, the sky was blue and the clouds were white in the capital. The temperature was moderate.
When they left the hotel and entered the bus, it was not yet dusk. Everything was so bright.
The bus stopped and moved, and it did not take long for them to arrive at the martial arts arena in the capital. There were already groups of two or three people gathered there, looking relaxed and relaxed.
When they were about to get off the bus, Yan Zheke's phone suddenly vibrated and rang. It was from "Empress Dowager".
"Hello, Mom, are you cheering for me in advance?" Yan Zheke tried to make her tone light, not letting her parents feel that she was nervous about the competition.
No matter how good her psychological quality was, it was inevitable for her to feel nervous in the face of the final competition that she had fought for a year, no, more than a year.
Ji Mingyu chuckled and said, "We are here to watch the competition. Isn't that cheering for you? Your dad and I have been waiting in the cafe outside. We saw your bus coming. "
"Why are you here so early?" Yan Zheke blinked and looked at Lou Cheng.
Lou Cheng coughed, straightened his back, and got off the bus in a more natural and unrestrained manner.
He maintained his posture, turned around, and held his girlfriend in case she tripped while getting off the bus while talking on the phone.
The pressure of the final competition began to show!
…
As the sky darkened, more and more people gathered outside. There were banners, cartoons, loudspeakers, inflatable hammers, and bursts of singing.
For Shanbei and Songcheng University, this was not their home ground. There were very few die-hard fans, and most of the people who followed them only had a preliminary inclination. Therefore, they got along well with each other.
In the locker room of the Shanbei University Martial Arts Club, the members, who had experienced two finals, were preparing in an orderly manner. No one was too excited or too nervous.
When everything was ready, the club president, Xu Wannian, knocked on the metal bench and said with a smile,
"I haven't been to a bar for a long time because of this final competition."
"Haha, club president, don't talk. From now on, don't talk. Don't curse us!" The blonde young man from Northern Europe laughed in a strange accent.
He was strong, rough, and very confident.
"If you say that, you'll be struck by lightning today!" Xu Wannian was both angry and amused.
"Alright, stop arguing. Wannian, you're in your senior year and will leave school in a few months. Do your best and don't leave any regrets." Coach Huang Qing pressed his hand and said.
Xu Wannian nodded slightly. He glanced at Peng Leyun and Fang Zhirong, who were silent with their eyes closed. He shook his shoulders, stood up, and clenched his fist.
"Then send me off with a beautiful ending!"
…
In the locker room of the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club.
Geezer Shi looked around and coughed twice.
"We're not as good as Shanbei, no doubt about that. But we didn't come here to lose, nor to give them the championship! Think about it, Songcheng University doesn't have a national champion. The honor room is waiting for you to fill it! "
"Let's fight! The barefooted are not afraid of the shoe bearers!"
Hearing these words, Lou Cheng looked at Lin Que, who had his head buried in the ground without saying a word.
Ke had said that the best result in the history of the Martial Arts Club was created by her uncle, Lin Que's father. However, they were only runners-up and failed in the finals.
Brother-in-law gave up his plans for professional competitions and applied to Songcheng University to make up for this regret!
This regret, let's make up for it together!
…
In the live broadcast room, the screen was replaying the journey of Shanbei and Songcheng University.
Shanbei defeated their opponents easily. Shanbei defeated Songcheng University in the round-robin battle.
Songcheng University improved again. Not only Lou Cheng and Lin Que, but the substitutes also improved.
The defending champion defeated their opponents easily and advanced to the next round without bloodshed.
Despite being in the death group, Songcheng University seemed to be at ease. In the final battle between the strong and the strong, they even had the energy to defeat Huahai. Lou Cheng turned the tables and defeated Ann Chaoyang, displaying the combat strength of a top Sixth Pin fighter. Lin Que fought one against two, not letting Lou Cheng have the advantage.
The quarter-finals were peaceful and everyone advanced easily.
In the semi-finals, Shanbei defeated their strong opponents again. Peng Leyun deserved the title of "Demon King of the National Competition".
Songcheng University fought hard and won a narrow victory over Capital. Their main force and substitutes played to the best of their ability.
Now, the two met on the highest stage and were about to end their past!
After the review, the host Liu Chang said with deep emotion,
"Actually, we don't need to do these special programs. We don't need to exaggerate the atmosphere of this competition. We can do it better with just two words."
"What are these two words?"
At this point, Liu Chang paused for a moment before raising his voice.
"Finals!"
Yes, the two words "finals" contained all the meaning, passion, and expectation of the competition in the arena.
National University Martial Arts Competition Finals:
Shanbei VS Songcheng University!
Peng Leyun VS Lou Cheng!
April 25th, 7: 40 pm. It will begin!
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