Martial Arts Master

"Win it back!"

Hearing Lou Cheng's words, Lin Que didn't speak again, only nodded slightly, but the disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes faded away, and the not strong but absolutely pure fighting spirit rekindled.

At this time, Sun Jian walked up to the two of them, half joking and half self-deprecating, and said:

"I have always said that the existence of the two of you at the same time will deprive me of my chance to play, but now I really hope that the two of you will not let me have such a chance to play..."

If it's an online chat, he really wants to have a "laughing and crying" emoji.

Lou Cheng was almost amused by him, and deliberately said solemnly:

"Fight well, and enjoy the greetings of the professional ninth grade."

enjoy? Sun Jian shuddered suddenly, and looked up at Zhuo Yanjun who was not flushed or out of breath, and had the illusion that the frog was about to challenge the poisonous snake.

How to fight against the Ninth Rank strong professional in almost perfect condition?

This is not enjoyment, it is called masochism!

However, if you don't face the Ninth Class of the profession directly, how can you clearly understand your own problems? How dare you face your own father in the graduation season?

He took a breath, and stretched out his right hand to Lin Que.

Lin Que's expression returned to indifference, but he still raised his arm and struck Sun Jian's right palm.

He from the Department of Psychology knows very well that similar rituals are all about cultivating a sense of community and enhancing cohesion, but he is unwilling to expose it and exclude himself from it.

Sun Jian jumped over the two companions, walked along the stone steps, and climbed onto the ring. Although he was not as nervous as Li Mao, he still couldn't help beating the drums.

The strength gap between himself and Zhuo Yanjun cannot be filled by shouting slogans and splashing blood.

When Chen Changhua challenged Lin Que last year, he was already considered a top player in the first-rank amateur class. He felt so good about himself that he wanted to participate in the professional competition. In the end, he lost his temper and lost in a mess. After that, he practiced hard for half a year. It was not until the end of last month that he successfully broke through and obtained the coveted Ninth Grade Professional Certificate.

Zhuo Yanjun was appraised as strong ninth rank, his strength should be about the same as that of Lin Que last semester, or even a little bit stronger, but the current self, who writes amateur third rank, reads amateur second rank, is better than Chen Changhua at that time Still much weaker, one increase and one decrease, the gap can be imagined!

Forget it, play with style and spirit... Sun Jian comforted himself and settled his posture.

When the referee announced the start, he did not fight as planned, but made a surprise attack. With his back bent and knees straightened, he pounced on his opponent like a tiger descending a mountain.

Although Zhuo Yanjun didn't expect such a change, but she was strong enough, she was full of confidence, and she took a step forward without panic or panic, sealing the route of Sun Jian's footwork change, her right shoulder exploded, and her arms were like swords Split vertically.

Snapped! The muscles in Sun Jian's right arm swelled, he shook his fist violently, and blocked the opponent's slash with a bang.

At this moment, he snapped his joints, exerted an inch of strength, stretched his five fingers together, turned his fist into a grasp, and grabbed Zhuo Yanjun's forearm in a flash.

Divide the flowers and brush the willows!

Zhuo Yanjun's arms softened and turned into noodles, followed by a vigorous shake, tensing into a sword and an iron pole, and directly flicked Sun Jian's grasping fingers.

She turned sideways, her abdominal muscles swelled, her fascia pulled, and she used her left elbow as a dagger to thrust out.

This is the fusion of Feiliuquan's "continuous" and Xuanshui swordsmanship's "close stabbing", it is urgent and fast, and it is extremely compact.

Sun Jian didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't have time to exert force with his feet, so he could only force his shoulders and swing his arms across the fence.

boom! He was beaten back a step, and Zhuo Yanjun was so powerful that he made "continuous" moves, which made him flustered in just a few strokes, and finally was stabbed in the chest by a "sword", and the pain was so painful that he almost breathed.

"Fifth game, Zhuo Yan won!"

"In the final result, the Donglin team won!"

The referee's announcement caused Zhang Jingye and others to fall into silence, in exchange for reserved applause from the home audience.

Phew... Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke let out a sigh of relief together, their expressions were a little gloomy.

Although this is an expected loss, and although there is still a chance of a comeback, a loss is a loss, and the result will not make people happy.

Seeing the on-site reporter from Donglin TV Station approaching, Lou Cheng hurriedly calmed down, turned his head and asked Yan Zheke: "Is my expression okay?"

"No!" Yan Zheke pursed her lips into a smile and said with bright eyes, "Come on~!"

"Yeah." Lou Cheng took off the big white towel that was wrapped around his body, and stood up.

"Hello, student Lou Cheng, I'm Zhang Hai, a reporter from Donglin TV Station, can I interview you for a few words?" The reporter comrade said the same opening remarks.

Lou Cheng did not hide the depression of failure:

"Can."

Zhang Hai is a young man in his twenties. He looks quite friendly. Hearing this, he smiled and said:

"Student Lou Cheng, you have performed well enough today. If I give you a perfect score of 10, I will give you a score of 9."

"I've read your profile. This should be the first time you've encountered an eighth-rank alchemy in good condition, right? What do you think?"

Lou Cheng pretended to ponder and said: "Very strong, I have been suppressed in all aspects, but I think I can perform better."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Zhang Hai asked with interest.

Lou Cheng smiled wryly: "Maybe it's because I care too much, and I don't have much experience. I played in a hurry in the first match, and I always thought about killing my opponent. Not only did I make many mistakes, but I also brought this emotion to the In the second game, I couldn't make a better choice at the critical moment."

He didn't expose Hou Yue's ability, and pretended not to notice it, so that in the next game, the Donglin team would still use this as one of their reliance.

Soldiers never tire of cheating!

"Understood, you have only studied martial arts for half a year, so it's normal for you to lack experience, so don't worry too much about it." Zhang Hai reassured, and continued to ask questions according to the outline.

After a few questions, he stopped politely and went to interview Lin Que.

Lou Cheng took two steps back, leaned against Yan Zheke, and said in a low voice, "Keke, how was my performance just now?"

Will it be seen that I am lying? Will it make Donglin team vigilant?

Yan Zheke's dimples stood out, and she nodded with a slight smile: "Very sincere and true."

Speaking of this, her eyes rolled, and she said with a half smile: "I feel like you can lie! Will you lie to me like this in the future?"

This... Lou Cheng's mouth was half opened, but he was speechless.

This is completely different from his expected answer!

Shouldn't you praise me?

You taught me this deception strategy!

I feel like I've been tricked again...

While thinking about it, he laughed and said, "How can I hide my small thoughts from you, Coach Yan? If I lie to anyone, I won't lie to you!"

"Yeah." Yan Zheke nodded first, and then said with a pretty face, "You won't lie to me if you lie to anyone? Tell me, which girl do you want to lie to!"

These are all routines... Lou Cheng was dumbfounded and didn't dare to answer casually.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Yan Zheke finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, completely calming down the depression of regretting failure today.

Silly oranges are so cute!

On the other side, Zhang Hai stood opposite Lin Que, said the opening remarks as usual, and then asked:

"Student Lin Que, what do you think of the continuous explosion of the eighth-rank alchemy realm today?"

Lin Que held a white towel to wipe his sweat, and said flatly:

"Very strong."

Really cherish words like gold... Zhang Hai kept smiling and said, "Then how do you evaluate your own performance?"

"We lost." Lin Que spat out two words, turned his head and walked towards the visiting team's locker room.

lost? What is the answer? I'm asking for an evaluation! Zhang Hai was at a loss.

Yan Zheke who was not far away sighed and said to Lou Cheng in a low voice:

"In my brother's dictionary, losing means poor."

Does losing mean bad? Lou Cheng couldn't help chewing on this sentence.

Although he would hate any failure, it was impossible for him to be as extreme as Lin Que.

It's really different people with different personalities...

Thinking of this, he felt a little sympathy for the poor reporter Zhang, who needed a "translator" to interview his uncle...

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The return journey was still running, and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening when the Budao Club and the group returned to the new campus of Songda University. For convenience, they ate the high-speed rail meal directly on the way.

Seeing that Yan Zheke couldn't hide his exhaustion, Lou Cheng didn't lure her to take a walk by the lake again, took her hand, and walked slowly on the pedestrian street, aiming at the three dormitories.

When he was approaching the door, he thought that the bonus had already been credited and he could buy a ring, so he began to consider his tone and planned to invite Yan Zheke to go shopping tomorrow.

With the current intimacy of the two of them, there was no need to speak so solemnly on a date, but Lou Cheng hoped for a surprise, so he was thinking about finding an excuse.

Yan Zheke looked up, a little shy and embarrassed, wondering if she should take the initiative to propose a date tomorrow, take the opportunity to pull Chengzi to buy a ring, and surprise him.

What if you want to propose?

Just when she pursed her lips, looked to the side, and was about to speak, she suddenly heard Lou Cheng smile and say, "Ke Ke, why don't you go shopping with me tomorrow? Didn't my martial arts shoes break again, I need to mend them pair……"

Before Lou Cheng could finish his excuse, he saw Yan Zheke smiled sweetly, taking away the light from the surrounding street lamps and said:

"Okay~"

"Hmm!" Lou Cheng didn't know why the girl was smiling so happily, but he couldn't help laughing too.

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Back in the dormitory, Lou Cheng found that the small dormitory was empty, and immediately understood that Zhao Qiang and the others would spend a day in Donglin for socializing.

"Tsk, only girls can make Ah Qiang give up his studies for a short time." He shook his head with a smile, carried a hot water bottle, and walked out of the small dormitory, ready to wash up.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the key twisting, saw the door open, and Cai Zongming walked in.

"You're back?" Lou Cheng was startled.

Cai Zongming chuckled: "surprise?"

"Surprise, you ghost!" Lou Cheng looked at Xiao Ming's back suspiciously, "Where are Ah Qiang and the others?"

"It's still in Donglin, the train will leave at 5 o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Cai Zongming took it for granted.

"Then why did you come back by yourself?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.

Cai Zongming clicked his tongue and said: "I have a special training tomorrow morning! Besides, I already have girlfriends, so I just help them match up. Is it okay to watch the model workers show their affection?"

"Oh..." Lou Cheng expressed his understanding with a smirk, and said with emotion, "King Zui, I really didn't expect you to persist in the special training!"

Cai Zongming straightened his face:

"Of course! I'm a man of my word!"

Then, he pretended to be passionate:

"Cheng Zi, I will fill the bench for next semester!"