"What happened?"
Everyone was dumbfounded. "KO with one punch?" They even suspected that Zhang Mingcheng and Qin Ze were acting. Even if Zhang Mingcheng had missed, he shouldn't have been knocked out with one punch.
The shock came too fast, like a tornado, so everyone was dumbfounded.
In reality, Zhang Mingcheng was lying on the ground. His mind was in a mess. He had been beaten silly. The feeling just now was like a battering ram wrapped in a boxing glove hitting his face. At that moment, he heard the sound of the sea in his head …
Qin Ze took off his boxing gloves and threw them to the referee. "Take off your clothes. It's just a matter of one punch."
Qin Ze = Hai Ze King = Sensei Saitama.
The referee, who was 1.8 meters tall with a lasso pole, was so shocked that he looked like a mantis shrimp. He stared at him in disbelief.
"Is this the legendary miracle of strength?" "How much strength does it take to knock a grown man to the ground with one punch?"
This Qin Ze, as expected, had a big tool and a good job, extraordinary …
Qin Ze felt the burning gaze. He turned his head and asked, "You want to spar with me too?"
The referee shook his head and said in shock, "How, how did you do it?"
Even if he had practiced boxing, he couldn't have done it. This was the strength of a professional boxer, and not a lightweight one.
"Don't you know my nickname?" Qin Ze said lightly, "For a fast shooter, there is no fastest, only faster."
"What a master!"
The referee, Sun Weihu, looked at him with admiration.
"Brother, how are you?" Zhang Ling climbed into the ring and helped Zhang Mingcheng up.
She glared at Qin Ze.
The onlookers rushed over and took a closer look at the bruised left side of Zhang Mingcheng's face under the pretext of passing him mineral water.
"Well, it's a real injury, not an act."
"No wonder he's Big Sister's man."
Everyone looked at Qin Ze differently.
"You hit him too hard!" Wang Zijin whispered beside the ring.
"I'm already very careful." Qin Ze shrugged. His grip was strong enough to crack a porcelain cup. He had only used 40% of his strength in this punch.
"Qin Ze, do you know Kung Fu?" Sun Weihu's eyes were burning.
"Sort of." Qin Ze nodded.
"Is, is he practicing the Internal Martial Arts?" Sun Weihu asked with a burning gaze.
"If you are referring to the Inner Force, then yes." Qin Ze thought for a while and nodded. Qi was also considered Inner Force, right? Actually, he didn't understand either. The purpose of Qi was to nourish the five viscera, tendons, and bones. It was not something that could be used for external release of Qi.
If the Internal Martial Arts in Chinese Martial Arts wasn't a lie, then its effect should be the same as the system's gift of gymnastics, using the temperature to nourish the body.
Not only could it strengthen one's body, but it could also increase one's stamina and strength.
So there really was such a thing. Sun Weihu was excited and asked, "You, what kind of internal martial art do you practice? Tai Chi?"
Qin Ze shook his head.
"Xing Yi?"
Qin Ze shook his head.
"Gossip?"
Qin Ze shook his head again.
Sun Weihu was curious and puzzled. "What's that?"
Qin Ze's face turned red. "The Times are Calling!"
Sun Weihu dug his ears. "What?"
Qin Ze explained, "The second set of radio gymnastics for elementary school students — The Times are Calling."
Sun Weihu was speechless.
He said with a disheartened look, "If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I know you have rules and have to keep it a secret, right?"
Comrade Sun sighed and turned around sadly.
He still wanted to ask Qin Ze for some guidance, but he thought too much. If he didn't want to teach, he could have said it. If it wasn't convenient for him to reveal it, he could have said it. Why did he have to push the blame to the radio gymnastics? What, are you the only one who received nine years of compulsory education? Have I never practiced The Times are Calling?
"It's true. I'm not lying to you." Qin Ze said.
Qin Ze thought to himself, Hey, I'm not lying to you. It's really The Times are Calling. I swear on my integrity that the System can testify for me.
Sun Weihu turned around and said angrily, "The Times are Calling is not the second set of radio gymnastics for elementary school students. It's the second set of radio gymnastics for middle school students."
With that, he left in a huff.
Qin Ze was speechless.
Wang Zijin was speechless.
After a while, Wang Zijin said, "It seems like it's really the second set of radio gymnastics for middle school students."
Qin Ze was speechless.
So the low-life System has been lying to me all this time?
Qin Ze looked at Zhang Mingcheng, who had a dispirited expression despite being cared for by his childhood friends. He pinched Sister Ziyan's waist and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you going to comfort him?"
Wang Zijin shook her head.
"Zhang Mingcheng can't keep pestering you. Tell him that you have no hope in this lifetime. Stop pestering me and get lost!"
"You're crazy." Wang Zijin rolled her eyes. "I've already told him everything. He confessed to me when I was 16 years old, and I … I didn't talk about it anymore. I came to Shanghai to study in high school, and I thought that he would forget about me after seeing so many forests. Who knew that when I went back to Beijing to study, he would pester me again. Aiyo, why did I do that? I've always treated him like a brother since I was young."
Qin Ze suddenly thought of a saying: I treat you like a brother, but you want to f * ck me.
This was the biggest malice between brothers. It was even scarier than the wife running away with the brother.
It was really difficult for Sister Ziwei. She wanted to be in love but was afraid of being f * cked. I've always treated you like a brother, but you want to f * ck me.
The former's target was Qin Ze, and the latter's target was Zhang Mingcheng.
Zhao Tiezhu nimbly climbed up the ring and laughed wildly three times towards the sky.
He immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked at him as if he was crazy.
Zhang Mingcheng was beaten up. Why are you so happy?
Zhang Mingcheng's face darkened.
Speaking of which, he and Zhao Tiezhu had always been rivals. They both coveted Wang Zijin and wanted to be the Big Sister's man. However, Zhao Tiezhu gave up. Zhang Mingcheng didn't even turn back.
"Pay up, pay up. You lost." Zhao Tiezhu said happily.
This time, everyone's face darkened.
"This son of a b * tch. He's really a scammer."
"Zhao Tiezhu is so evil."
"Damn it, my secret stash is gone again."
"Tiezhu, get up the ring. Let's fight."
Zhang Mingcheng's childhood friends reacted and were furious.
"There's still fifty thousand left. Don't go back on your words." Zhao Tiezhu said.
Zhang Ling pretended not to hear and squatted beside her brother.
"Hey, Zhang Ling, you want to go back on your words?" Zhao Tiezhu looked at her disdainfully.
"I don't have money now. We'll talk about it later." Zhang Ling pouted.
Actually, she wanted to go back on her words. She could totally go back on her words. After all, she was a girl and was still studying. If Zhao Tiezhu didn't let her off after she threw a tantrum, he wouldn't be a man. Moreover, he was six or seven years older than her. They were no longer of the same generation.
Fifty thousand yuan. Even Zhang Ling, who never thought about money, would feel the pinch for a long time. Her source of income mainly depended on the gifts from her elders. She had no way to earn money herself.
However, she underestimated Zhao Tiezhu's shamelessness. Zhao Tiezhu said, "Hahaha, if you think you can go back on your words like this, then you're too stupid. I'll give you two choices. Alipay or WeChat? Take out your phone and scan it. What day and age is this? Who wants cash? "
"You …" Zhang Ling puffed her cheeks.
Zhao Tiezhu had already opened Alipay and handed his phone to her.
.....
The manager of the clubhouse personally delivered a spray for bruises and a small bucket of ice. Zhang Mingcheng rested for fifteen minutes and had to leave because he had something to do at work.
Zhang Mingcheng left the clubhouse and sat in the car in a daze. What a terrible day. Actually, he had nothing to do at work. The reason why he was late was because he was excited and nervous. He didn't know how to face Wang Zijin and how to talk back to Qin Ze. When Zhang Ling came back from Shanghai last time, she said that her future sister-in-law had been seduced by a wild man. Zhang Mingcheng didn't think much of it. Wang Zijin was such an outstanding woman. How could she be seduced by an ordinary man?
Later, Zhao Tiezhu said that Wang Zijin was heartlessly forgetting her love for a man in Shanghai. She cried and begged him to like her.
At that time, he was shocked. For the first time, he looked up Qin Ze's information seriously. After reading the information, Zhang Mingcheng was shocked again. He roared in his heart. How could there be such an outstanding man in the world? How could there be such an outstanding man? He shouldn't be called Qin Ze. He should be called Long Aotian!
He had been holding back his anger until today. When he heard that Wang Zijin had brought her boyfriend home to meet her parents, Zhang Mingcheng was sad and depressed. At the same time, he was full of fighting spirit. He couldn't wait to see Qin Ze. He wanted to compete with him to see who was the most flirtatious peacock.
Recalling everything that happened at the clubhouse … he suddenly felt like crying.
At this time, Zhang Mingcheng saw two people walking out of the clubhouse. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. It was Wang Zijin, whom he had been thinking about day and night, and Qin Ze, who should be called Long Aotian.
For some reason, Wang Zijin didn't follow them. They walked to the car. Wang Zijin took out the car key to unlock the door. Just as she was about to open the door and enter the car, Qin Ze looked around. When he saw that there was no one around, he suddenly hugged Wang Zijin from behind.
Wang Zijin was stunned. She didn't even resist and went limp in his arms.
They kissed passionately as if there was no one else around. They showered Zhang Mingcheng with affection. Every bit of affection was like an arrow that pierced through Zhang Mingcheng's heart.
'I can't take this anymore. I'm not Sha Wujing. Sha Wujing only has to endure one Heart Piercing Arrow every day. How many times have I been pierced today?'
Zhang Mingcheng held his pierced heart, stepped on the accelerator, and slowly approached them.
"Beep beep ~"
A loud horn sounded.
Wang Zijin immediately pushed Qin Ze away, and the two looked in the direction of the sound.
Zhang Mingcheng slowly lowered the car window. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were infinitely close to those of a dead fish.
"Mingcheng, you haven't left yet," Wang Zijin said awkwardly.
Zhang Mingcheng didn't say anything. He looked at Qin Ze with his dead fish eyes.
Qin Ze thought to himself, 'What are you looking at? Do you think you're Secretary Dakang?'
The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment. Zhang Mingcheng vented his anger on these two guys.
"Hey, Old Tie, we're leaving first." In the end, it seemed that Qin Ze was the first to give in.
Zhang Mingcheng was a little proud of himself in the spirit of Ah Q. Suddenly, he heard this guy sing a song without saying anything.
"I should be under the car, not in the car.
"Seeing how sweet you guys are.
"This way, it's easier for me to give up and give me the courage to leave."
As he sang, Qin Ze got into the car, lowered the car window, and waved. "Let's go, Old Tie. In the future, you must come to my wedding with Sister Ziwei."
The car drove away.
Zhang Mingcheng was speechless.
'I should be under the car, not in the car …'
'I really want to cry!'
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