To be honest, if Lou Cheng had to add a label for himself, he felt that "food lover" was bound to be included. When he first came to Yanling, he had wanted to experience the local specialties. However, all of that couldn't beat the word "poor". In order to ensure that he wouldn't get on the train with an empty stomach on the return trip, he had to split his money in half and spend it carefully, relying on simple roadside meals to satisfy his hunger.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at the local specialty roast duck opposite him and swallowed his saliva. He muttered to himself, "When the heavens are about to bestow a great responsibility upon a man, they will surely suffer hardships in their will, toil their muscles and bones, starve their skin, starve their skin, starve their skin, starve …"
With a self-deprecating laugh, he took out his phone and chatted with Yan Zheke, who was resting after dinner. When she started practicing, he slowly walked back to the martial arts arena.
For the entire afternoon, he wandered around different arenas, watching the matches of one martial artist after another. Like a sponge that had been thrown into water, he hungrily absorbed the essence of various fighting styles, and deduced his own responses in his mind.
Even in high school, when he knew that studying was the best way out, he didn't take the initiative, immerse himself, and forget himself. He even completely forgot to browse forums, Weibo, and watch video clips.
After the match, he went back to the hotel, took off his jacket, and went to the small park nearby. He turned today's accumulation and harvest into one move after another practice.
It's better to practice once than to think a hundred times!
His fists were like cannons, and his kicks were like hammers. His punches and kicks tore through the air, making crisp sounds. They were very rhythmic, fierce, and crazy, like the attack of a violent snowstorm. As he practiced to his heart's content, his every move became more and more terrifying. His moves were like a roaring torrent, roaring and surging, drowning everything in its path.
The sky was getting dark, and snowflakes were falling, dancing in the air with Lou Cheng's every move. Suddenly, the sound of punches and kicks around him stopped. His right palm quickly struck out, as fast as thunder, with half of his strength and half of his strength.
As soon as he withdrew his right palm, his left palm struck out, and the two joined each other without leaving a gap. They intersected with low kicks, weaving a soft and dense attack net.
If the "Mega Avalanche" was the fiercest and most terrifying move of the blizzard, then this set of palm techniques was the softest and most fatal move of the blizzard. From the very beginning, the "cold" had been silently attacking, so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge. By the time it hit, it was already too late to dispel it!
The second "Force" of the 24 Blizzard Strikes, the bone-chilling coldness!
After a few rounds, Lou Cheng stopped and exhaled a mouthful of foul air, which turned into white smoke like an arrow. This fighting style was indeed derived from the unique skill of the Ice Sect. Every time he practiced, he would gain something new.
Instead of going back to the hotel, he took out his phone and sent a message to Yan Zheke to share his joy.
"I had the same feeling when I was practicing martial arts this afternoon. Perhaps this is the charm of martial arts." Yan Zheke replied with a blushing and smiling emoji. "Wuwuwu, my cousin wants to take me shopping. I'm so tired. (Pitiful emoji emoji)"
Lou Cheng said with concern, "If you're tired, then don't go. Reject her righteously."
At this point, he started joking again. "If you don't dare, I'll help you!"
"No, she said she would treat me to delicious food. I'm tempted." Yan Zheke sent a laughing emoji covering its mouth. "My cousin is a monster when we're shopping. She won't feel tired after three or four hours. I feel like she's as good as you."
Lou Cheng thought for a while and sent a prostrating emoji. "I think I'll lose."
His body wouldn't feel tired, but his mind would!
They chatted and laughed. After dinner, Lou Cheng returned to the hotel. He took off his clothes and entered the bathroom. He let the hot water gently hit his body, washing away all the dust and mental tiredness.
He closed his eyes comfortably. His vision was filled with water vapor, hazy like a fantasy.
Thinking of the experience of the past three days, Lou Cheng did feel like he was in a dream. But his growth was so real. It seemed that he was completing some kind of transformation, or maybe even maturing a little bit.
After the shower, he dried his body and hurriedly washed his clothes. Because he didn't bring enough clothes and didn't trust the laundry service of this small hotel, his martial arts suit hadn't been washed for three days. Calculating the time, it was just the right time to change to the second suit. After three or four days of wearing the second suit, even if this one was still wet, he could wear his daily clothes and go home.
After doing all this, he turned on the computer and downloaded the video. Then he threw himself under the quilt and fell into the softness, feeling the beauty of life.
Lou Cheng picked up his phone and logged on QQ. When he was about to chat with Yan Zheke who was shopping, a familiar avatar sent him a message.
Beep!
"Fatty Jiang?" Lou Cheng said to himself.
This was Jiang Fei, his classmate and good friend in high school, who was admitted to Guangnan.
The guy whose nickname was "Fatty Jiang" said, "Cheng, when will you get home? Our class is going to have a gathering. "
"I still have four or five days." Lou Cheng answered vaguely. "Who's going to join?"
Jiang Fei replied, "It's not decided yet, but it should be a lot. Why is your school holidays so late?"
"I'm delayed by something." Lou Cheng didn't mention the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament. If Fatty Jiang knew that he had become an amateur master, his glasses would probably be broken. After answering the question perfunctorily, he sent another message, "Do you want to invite a teacher?"
Jiang Fei said, "I don't know. Let's see what the program is. If we go to karaoke or something, it's not good to have a teacher with us. If we go to the farmhouse, we can ask them to play cards and fish."
"Then count me in. We haven't seen each other for a semester." Lou Cheng replied happily.
Jiang Fei replied with a smirk emoji, "By the way, Cheng, let me tell you a piece of gossip."
"What kind of gossip?" Lou Cheng was interested.
Jiang Fei said, "Hehe, when I came back, I saw Du Liyu getting on the bus halfway. He was holding hands with Song Li from Class Three!"
Class Three? Isn't that Yan Zheke's class? Lou Cheng was shocked and replied, "They got into the same school?"
"More or less. Two schools in the same city near each other. After a while, they hooked up. Hehe, just like the old saying, 'I treat you as a fellow countryman, but you want to hit on me!'" Jiang Fei typed quickly.
Damn, an arrow in the knee … Lou Cheng wiped the non-existent cold sweat, "Fatty Jiang, then what?"
"Then what? I saw them and they saw me. They let go of my hand instantly and asked me not to tell others. But it doesn't matter if we talk about our relationship. "Jiang Fei sent a laughing emoji.
Lou Cheng held his phone and laughed, "Why do I feel like you're a killjoy? By the way, there are many pretty girls in Guangnan. Are you in a relationship?"
"Bah! There are many pretty girls, but our department is miserable. There are only five girls in this batch, known as the Five Golden Flowers. " Jiang Fei sent a sad emoji, "By the way, don't tell others about Du Liyu and the others. Otherwise, they will scold me."
While chatting with Jiang Fei, Lou Cheng sent a message to Yan Zheke,
"Let me tell you a piece of gossip! Du Liyu from our class is in a relationship with Song Li from your class! "
After sending the message, he saw Jiang Fei's warning. The corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.
To me, Yan Zheke is not someone else!
After a few minutes, Yan Zheke replied with a dumbfounded emoji, "What? Song Li, this little girl, is in a relationship? She didn't say anything when we were chatting before! I have to interrogate her! "
"Don't tell others that I told you." Lou Cheng also reminded her.
The secret was spread because of people like Jiang Fei and me … I want to repent …
On the other side, Jiang Fei said after chatting for a while, "Cheng, Old Cheng asked me to go out for a barbecue and a drink. Talk later."
Cheng Qili was another good friend of Lou Cheng's in high school. They grew closer because they went to day school together.
"Go ahead. Help me punch him. If I don't contact him, he won't contact me. He never takes the initiative to talk!" Lou Cheng joked.
His high school life was boring and depressing. But after a few months of college, he could feel the joy hidden in the hard work of studying. That was the most youthful period of his life.
Yan Zheke chatted and interrogated while shopping. It was very tiring. After a long time, she replied to Lou Cheng with a proud smile emoji, "It's true! They've been together for two months. If you meet Du Liyu, help me bully him if you have the chance. How dare he steal my dear girl who sits behind me without telling me! "
"My class has a gathering before the end of the year." Lou Cheng sent a smirk emoji that said, "Don't worry about me."
"My class has one too, but I can't go …" Yan Zheke replied with a messy emoji.
The two of them chatted happily. Lou Cheng strolled around and read the content posted by his friends.
Suddenly, he saw that Zhao Qiang changed his QQ nickname to "Ze Scholar" and his signature changed to "* * * *".
Uh … Lou Cheng was stunned and decided to pretend that he didn't see it.
He checked the time on his phone and continued chatting with Yan Zheke. While waiting, he opened the browser and logged in to the official website of the Phoenix Cup Warrior Sage Candidate Challenge Tournament. He browsed the tournament report and the follow-up schedule.
In the highlights of the competition, he saw his own figure. He struggled to get up and downloaded the video on his computer. As for the rest of the competition, because there were only 103 martial artists left, there would be one free pass in the fourth round of elimination tomorrow morning. There would be 51 battles in five arenas. In the afternoon, there would be 12 martial artists who were lucky enough to pass and directly participate in the group stage. The remaining 40 contestants would fight in pairs and enter the fifth round of elimination.
"Two matches in one day. Even if I don't get a bye in the afternoon, my physical strength advantage will be maximized. If I don't meet a Professional Ninth Pin fighter, it won't be a problem for me to enter the group stage. Now only the fourth round is left." Lou Cheng thought.
This wasn't a game. The consumption of physical strength was not only reflected in the attributes, but also led to the reduction of strength and speed. It was a comprehensive reduction of overall strength.
…
The next day, Lou Cheng got up at 5: 30 as usual and did his daily training in a small park nearby.
At 7: 20, he returned to the hotel. He washed his sweat and tidied himself up. Then he picked up his phone and sent a message to Yan Zheke.
"Morning!"
Almost at the same time, Yan Zheke also sent a message.
"Morning!"
With tacit understanding and a smile, Lou Cheng only felt that the beginning of the day was so beautiful.
…
In the martial arts hall, Old Zheng and other spectators entered one by one and came to the big screen to look at today's match list.
He subconsciously looked for Lou Cheng's number and name. Because there were only 51 fights, the corresponding content came into his view quickly.
"Him? This opponent is not easy to deal with. The service desk recommended him on the first day. "Old Zheng took a deep breath.
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