After leaving the Martial Arts Hobby Club, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke went straight home. They planned to go to the supermarket this weekend to stock up on ingredients for next Monday's New Year and birthday celebration.
After showering, drying her hair and changing into a fresh set of home clothes, Yan Zheke stood in front of the bed. She spread her arms and leaned back, falling into the blanket comfortably. Then she said coquettishly, "Cheng, Cheng, I'm going to sleep first. Come and massage me until I fall asleep."
"Okay." Lou Cheng smiled and leaned over. Controlling his body, he used the most suitable strength to release the Tremor Force to relieve the tension and deep tiredness in her muscles. She closed her eyes in satisfaction.
"A little higher, a little higher. Yes, right here. It's so sore. Ouch, it's so sore. My poor old waist …" Yan Zheke guided her "personal masseur".
Before she finished her words, she suddenly felt Lou Cheng's movements stop. She let out two muffled laughs.
… The girl was at a loss at first. Then she came to her senses and buried her face in the pillow. She hit the side and said fiercely,
"It's all your fault!"
Lou Cheng apologized "seriously". His technique became more and more exquisite. It didn't take long for Yan Zheke's whole body to relax. Her tiredness was relieved and she began to feel sleepy.
After massaging for a while, he saw that the girl's breathing had stabilized and she had fallen asleep. Lou Cheng retracted his hands and lay on the side. He planned to play with his phone for a while before going to the lawn outside to do some more training.
Just as he got into position, Yan Zheke rolled over as if she had an automatic radar. She wrapped her arms around her chest and raised her right leg slightly above her knee.
In the blink of an eye, Lou Cheng was "tied up". The "culprit" didn't move at all. She was sleeping soundly.
"Ke is sleeping so soundly …" Lou Cheng looked at the girl's quiet and beautiful face with a smile.
Looking at her, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.
Sleeping so soundly … This kind of life is so relaxing … relaxing … relaxing …
Lou Cheng didn't resist the call. He hugged Yan Zheke, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Lou Cheng didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, it was already dark outside. It was quiet everywhere. Only a faint light shone through the curtainless window, casting a faint glow on the room.
"… What time is it?" Yan Zheke opened her eyes in a daze and asked casually.
Lou Cheng smiled lazily and said, "It's just getting dark, about six o 'clock."
"Yes." Yan Zheke changed her position and lay side by side with Lou Cheng. She said lazily, "I'm a little hungry …"
"Mine is already protesting." Lou Cheng tilted his head and looked at the girl's small and delicate ears.
"Let's not make any troublesome dishes later. We'll defrost the meat, cut it into pieces, and roast it. We have several kinds of dipping sauces from Xiushan, Songcheng, Dongying, and Gaoli at home. You can choose whatever you want." Yan Zheke planned generously. "Then we'll wash some vegetable leaves.
As she spoke, she suddenly bit her lower lip and said in an 'aggrieved' manner, "But what if I don't want to move? I just want to lie down like this … "
"What a coincidence. Me too." Lou Cheng felt that he was both captured by his little fairy and the quilt.
"Do you want to starve your wife to death?" Yan Zheke snorted.
"… I'll get up. I'll get up right away!" Lou Cheng struggled to turn around and leave the quilt, only to find that the girl also sat up.
Seeing his surprised and confused expression, Yan Zheke raised her chin and looked to the side.
"I have to supervise you!"
Although she said she was supervising, she dominated the whole process. Not only did she busy herself, but she also gave orders. When the electricity was plugged in and the meat in the roast pot was sizzling, the process finally came to an end.
The surroundings were peaceful, the lights were warm, and the aroma of the meat filled the air. Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke looked at each other, smiled, and raised their glasses.
It was impossible to be touched so often in life. This was enough.
"Don't overcook the meat. The fat parts of the beef are easy to crumble and the texture will harden …" The girl recalled her past experience and dug out her experience of roasting meat, trying to make herself seem omnipotent.
I'm Coach Yan!
Halfway through the meal, Lou Cheng suddenly stopped and turned to look at the door.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke asked blankly.
"Someone is approaching." Lou Cheng stood up and walked to the door. He looked relaxed and didn't feel any danger.
After ten or twenty seconds, the doorbell rang. He counted to three and opened the door.
A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo with a bow tie of the same color stood outside. His shirt was neat and tidy. He had an eye-catching mustache and spoke with a strong accent.
"Hello, are you Mr. Lou Cheng?"
"Yes." Lou Cheng looked at him, puzzled.
The middle-aged man handed over an invitation with both hands and replied with a smile,
"My master would like to invite Mr. Lou to a banquet this weekend. If possible, he hopes that you can have a friendly duel with him. This will not be made public. Only the guests of the banquet can watch."
A challenge is coming? Lou Cheng thought. He took the invitation and opened it. He saw the logo of a fist holding a trident in the Msasi Martial Arts Arena, the location of the banquet, the exact time, and the name of the signatory.
"Brandon …" Lou Cheng read out the name and knew who it was.
He looked up at the middle-aged man and nodded politely.
"I'll be there on time."
"Thank you." The middle-aged man placed his right hand on his chest and bowed.
After sending him off, Lou Cheng closed the door and met Coach Yan's scrutinizing gaze.
"What's the matter?" Yan Zheke could only vaguely hear the words "banquet" and "duel".
"Brandon from the Geruga Sect wants to challenge me at a banquet of high standards." Lou Cheng smiled casually.
Brandon was the most popular Grandmaster of Martial Arts in the Msasi Martial Arts Arena in recent years. He was only twenty-two years old and had already become a senior, which was equivalent to an Inhuman. He had just turned twenty-four this year and was one of the top rising stars in the entire United States.
His father, Adrian, was also a veteran Martial Artist. He was the middle-aged Caucasian man wielding a big sword that Lou Cheng saw when he first arrived at the Msasi Martial Arts Arena.
Two "veterans" in one family had established the Jackson family's position in Connecticut.
"When?" Yan Zheke's eyes sparkled as she asked with great interest.
For such a formal challenge, safety was guaranteed. Moreover, both parties were at the Inhuman stage and had strong control. Therefore, she wasn't worried.
"Tomorrow night." Lou Cheng acted like an American movie. He bent down and extended his hand. "Miss, would you like to go with me?"
"My pleasure." Yan Zheke smiled sweetly and extended her hand.
…
The next day at seven in the evening, the couple arrived at the Riverside Manor in Songcheng University's martial arts suit as a couple's outfit. Under the guidance of the servant, they entered the banquet hall.
Lou Cheng's nose itched with the smell of perfume, making him want to sneeze.
He and Yan Zheke weren't dressed impolitely because the host of the banquet was also in a martial arts suit.
Brandon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of golden champagne. He raised his glass at Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke with a smile.
He had black hair and brown eyes. He was tall and muscular, and his skin was close to bronze. He was full of power and pressure.
Taking a sip of the champagne, Brandon laughed from afar.
"Are you going to give us an opening dance or an ending dance?"
As he spoke, he pointed at the open-air martial arts arena outside to prevent Lou Cheng from misunderstanding. The place was brightly lit, as though it was daytime. Huge Roman style stone pillars stood there.
"I don't have a problem with either." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
"Then let's do it now. I can't wait." Brandon smiled apologetically.
The conversation between the two of them attracted the attention of the guests. Numerous gazes were cast on them, and they were all overflowing with interest.
Lou Cheng looked around and asked in a low voice,
"Where's the referee?"
"Referee?" Brandon shrugged his shoulders. "I hate referees."
"A formal challenge requires a referee. Otherwise, I'd rather not accept it." Lou Cheng expressed his opinion firmly.
Brandon immediately showed an amused expression.
"As an outstanding martial artist, how can you rely on the protection of the referee? Don't tell me that you're scared and cowardly now that you're away from the referee? Have you forgotten that fighting is an art used on the battlefield? Have you forgotten the boiling blood and the courage of a man? "
"Only those who are used to fighting without any protection are real men and real warriors. If you admit that you're a boy crying in his mother's arms and a shameful coward, then you can leave!"
Yan Zheke was infuriated by his words. Her body trembled slightly.
"Let's go." Lou Cheng pulled her, turned around calmly, and walked towards the door.
If I hadn't experienced those few life and death battles, I would definitely be enraged. However, the more I experienced the feeling of walking on the edge of death, the less I want to take the initiative to try it.
I'm not afraid, but that doesn't mean I like it.
Since I started practicing martial arts, all the battles without a referee were either because I had absolute confidence or because I was forced into it. How can I take the initiative to jump into a dangerous situation?
This is completely against my martial arts will!
I'm not protecting my reputation!
Yan Zheke followed him blankly. She suddenly calmed down under the surprised gazes of the guests. She held Lou Cheng's hand tighter. She felt that he was more courageous than accepting the challenge.
"Alright." At this moment, Brandon clapped his hands and said with a sigh, "I can only force myself. Mr. Polk, please be the referee for today's battle."
Lou Cheng stopped in his tracks and turned around. He calmly met the gazes of those who were looking at him as if he was a coward.
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