In front of so many people, the coach asked him to fight, so he had to fight. But Sun Liang really didn't want to fight with Park Shao-yang.
First, Park Shao-yang never showed mercy in actual combat. Second, he was not the opponent of Park Shao-yang at all. He would make a fool of himself if he went up.
Sure enough, after trying his best to resist for more than a minute, he was kicked to the ground by a heavy backward spin kick from Park Shao-yang.
"Okay, okay, I give up … Boss Park, you are too powerful. I can't fight with you at all."
Sun Liang didn't stand up at all. He smiled bitterly and waved his hand to Park Shao-yang.
Warm applause and screams rang out again. The girls stared at the handsome and arrogant Park Shao-yang in the field, and they all became starry eyes.
"You have regressed. You could fight with me for two minutes before."
Park Shao-yang looked at Sun Liang and frowned slightly.
"Since I entered the third year of high school, I have to study hard."
Sun Liang said with a smile, "Besides, I can't catch up with you even if I practice to death. Okay, I'm leaving. Let's change to the next one."
The coach on the side looked at Park Shao-yang with appreciation. When he was about to open his mouth to call the next one, Park Shao-yang suddenly turned to him and said, "Coach Liu, let's start the challenge."
Coach Liu was slightly stunned and said, "If the one coming up is a high school student, you should be gentle and don't hurt him."
Park Shao-yang nodded and said, "Don't worry, Coach Liu, I have a sense of propriety."
The second part of the actual combat was the challenge. In this part, the stronger players usually guarded the ring, and the newcomers or the weaker players came up to challenge. The two sides stopped when they were done, and then the coach commented and guided the challengers.
"Does anyone want to come up and challenge Park Shao-yang? It's a rare opportunity to fight with the head of the Taekwondo Department of Nanming High School. "
As soon as Coach Liu's voice fell, countless hands were raised, and they were all girls.
Coach Liu, "… Only boys today!"
The girls reluctantly retracted their hands, but … none of the guys came up to challenge her.
After shouting three times, no one raised their hand. Coach Liu looked at Park Shao-yang awkwardly.
Park Shao-yang looked at Pei Feng, who had his eyes closed in Class 3's team not far away. He had no idea what he was doing, and a cold glint flashed across his eyes.
Just now, Pei Feng's attitude toward the school's basketball team had angered him. He decided to teach this arrogant transfer student a lesson.
He was also the captain of the school's basketball team, but … he hadn't thought of a way to force Pei Feng to take the initiative.
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded, "Coach Liu, since no one dares to challenge Park Shao-yang, should we proceed to the third round?"
Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. It was Huang Haitao in his red belt taekwondo uniform.
The third and final round of the actual combat was the free challenge.
The so-called free challenge was when a student volunteered or a coach appointed a student to be the champion of the free arena. The champion of the free arena could choose any student to go onstage for a real battle. Of course, other students could also take the initiative to challenge the champion of the free arena.
The free arena master could only fight in the actual combat twice at most. After the two rounds, a new arena master had to be appointed.
"Okay, that's all for the challenge. Next, let's enter the free challenge."
Coach Liu shook his head slowly and looked at Huang Haitao, "What? Huang Haitao, do you want to be the first free arena master? "
Huang Haitao nodded without hesitation, "Yes, Coach Liu, I want to be the first free arena master."
"Okay, Shaoyang, you go back first. Huang Haitao, come up."
Park Shao-yang looked at Huang Haitao, who slowly walked out of the crowd, and frowned slightly. He wanted to teach Pei Feng a lesson himself, but he didn't expect Huang Haitao to beat him to it.
Coach Liu explained the rules of the free challenge. Then he looked around and said loudly, "Okay, now Huang Haitao is the first free arena master. Who wants to challenge …"
Before he finished speaking, Huang Haitao's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Pei Feng, weren't you very arrogant in class before? You even talked back and bullied Ding Qianqian in public! Very good. Now, come up —! "
Whoosh!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Pei Feng in the team of Class 3.
Pei Feng and Song Yaoming were at the end of the team, standing behind more than a dozen tall boys who were more than 1.8 meters tall. One was fat, and the other was short. They were like two lonely little transparent people.
Although they were transparent, it didn't mean that no one was paying attention to them.
When almost all the girls were infatuated with Park Shao-yang, one girl in the group of Grade 12 Class 1 kept glancing at him from time to time. It seemed that he was much more attractive than the tall and handsome Nanming Empire's number one school hunk.
This person … was Zhuang Feiyu.
There was also a girl in the group of girls in Class 3 who didn't pay attention to Park Shao-yang, but she didn't look at him either. Occasionally, her eyes accidentally drifted to the corner where he was standing. She also had a look of disgust and coldness on her face, as if she had seen something disgusting.
This person, of course, was Xu Lu.
As soon as Huang Haitao said this, Zhuang Feiyu and Xu Lu were stunned.
The two of them went shopping together at noon, so neither of them saw what happened in Class 3 at noon. After the history class in the afternoon, Xu Lu ran to find Zhuang Feiyu as soon as the class was over. She didn't see what happened after that.
Talked back and bullied Ding Qianqian in public?
The two of them were not far from each other. Zhuang Feiyu ran from the back and entered the group of Class 3.
"Lulu, what's going on? Did he talk back and bully Ding Qianqian in your class? "
Xu Lu shook her head and said in a low voice, "I don't know …"
The two of them looked at Ding Qianqian, who was also turning her head to look at Pei Feng. Her expression was cold, and her eyes were full of hostility and disgust.
"Pfft! Why is this guy a white belt? "
"Haha, how many Taekwondo classes did this senior skip? How come he still has a white belt? This is hilarious."
"It's really a white belt … Isn't this too much?"
"Red belt against white belt … This is obviously beating him up. How pitiful."
Taekwondo was divided by the color of the belt, which was white, yellow, green, blue, red, and black. The white belt was the lowest, and the black belt was the highest. The black belt could be divided into 9 levels.
The black belt was a very powerful level. Level 2 was qualified to open a dojo and accept disciples. Level 7 was a glorious title in the Taekwondo world.
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