Chu Hang's palms were red, swollen, and bloody, as if he had been slapped hundreds of times by an iron rod, which looked shocking.

Although Chu Hang repeatedly stated that he could continue to fight again, anyone could see that the bloody palms had already reached their limit, like shattered glass, which might be completely scrapped if touched gently.

Zhang Jian could not let Chu Hang continue to make trouble, so he immediately pulled Chu Hang to the school's medical office, with an extremely tough attitude.

The sequel competition was settled, and Chu Hang was regarded as a failure in his judgment of "losing combat power". Sun Ye won the last point for Class 2, and Class 2 finally narrowly defeated Class 3 to 2.

In the distant future, this game has become an unsolved mystery that the world enjoys.

Everyone knows that this is the first game and the first failure in Chu Hang's legendary life.

But only a few people who are closest to Chu Hang know the unknown details in this story.

People who praise and sing this story can never solve the puzzles left behind for a long time.

——Why did Chu Hang go to fight?

——Why was Chu Hang strong or weak at that time? Why could he suppress Sun Ye and hurt his hands instead?

——When Chu Hang clenched his fists and said calmly and firmly, "I can fight again", what was he thinking?

Chu Hang never gave the answer, and time did not give the unsolved mystery. People in later generations could only continue to guess and have different opinions.

But there is only one thing that is certain and unquestionable.

That is, after this battle,

The story of the boy finally turned over the prologue and began the main text.

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School Infirmary.

The doctor carefully treated Chu Hang's wounds and bandaged Chu Hang's palms like rice dumplings with a strap. While bandaging them, he scolded Zhang Jian and said something like, "It's the first time I have been in a doctor for so many years that I have seen someone hurt his palms like this. How many times do I have to pat the wall? How hard do I need to pat it to swollen it like this? You, the class teacher, take more attention. If the child doesn't know how to cherish himself, don't you know how to feel distressed?"

Zhang Jian kept nodding, saying that he would pay more attention in the future.

When the doctor finished bandaging, he told Chu Hang not to do any strenuous exercise before he recovered from the injury to prevent the wound from cracking and worsening. Finally, he gave it again and again before leaving with a shook his head and sighed.

It is said that the doctor is in love with his parents, and this old doctor in his sixties is even more so.

After the old doctor left, only Chu Hang and Zhang Jian were left in the infirmary.

Chu Hang lowered his head and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Jian sighed deeply and said, "My mind is full of questions now, and I really want to shout 'What fu.ck man'! But I don't know what I can ask, and I don't know how to get you to answer. Child, I want to help you. Although I am far from being a qualified class teacher, there are even many truths you understand better than me, but after all, I have lived more than ten years than you, and I have experienced more joys and sorrows than you. I can give you more or less some suggestions. If... you are willing to speak to me, I am willing to listen at any time."

Chu Hang looked up at Zhang Jian, hesitated for a moment before speaking: "If you want to ask, ask whatever you want, I will answer seriously."

Zhang Jian suddenly looked solemn, pondered for a long time, and asked, "When I took you out of the ring, Sun Ye caught up and asked, 'Why don't you use magic', you didn't answer. Now, can you tell me why you would rather get hurt like this than use magic?"

Chu Hang hesitated for a moment, sighed lightly, and said, "I can tell you the reason, but I hope you can keep it secret. In fact... it's not that I don't want to use magic, but that I don't have magic at all. When I was a child, I suffered some external injuries, but the magic core inexplicably shrank into a solid point and could no longer store magic. Until now, I still have magic."

Zhang Jian was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "You don't have magic power? Then are you still rushing to fight?"

Chu Hang raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Zhang, you are not a prejudice. Whoever stipulates that you cannot participate in magic martial arts competitions without magic power? Could it be that you cannot play football without shoes?"

Zhang Jian thought to himself that there is no problem playing football without shoes, but isn’t it the same as losing your feet without magic? How can you play football without feet without feet?

Zhang Jian felt that this was a bit too cruel and couldn't bear to say it, so he had to change the words and said: "Magic martial arts is a complete system that combines magic and martial arts moves. Magic and martial arts moves are indispensable, just like chopsticks. If no one is missing, it will lose its most basic function. If magic is not injected, no matter how exquisite your Bagua Palm is, it is just an empty hand gesture, and has no power at all! You shouldn't be unaware of this common sense, right?"

Chu Hang raised his eyebrows again and said, "Common sense is used to break it. I admit that magic martial arts cannot be separated from magic, but I don't think that without magic, you can't become a magic warrior. Even if you really can't become a magic warrior, at most you can remove the word "demon" and be a warrior. Who can tell that a warrior cannot win a magic warrior?"

Zhang Jian wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and said, "You are not breaking common sense, but fighting against the magic and martial civilization that has been perfected for hundreds of years! The arrival of the end of civilization and the disappearance of internal strength means the complete decline of traditional warriors. Unless internal strength reappears, the warriors will never turn over! You have experienced it yourself just now. You use your flesh palm to hit Sun Ye's earthen body. Without magic power or internal strength, it is the same as a meat bun hitting rocks. Sun Ye was unharmed, but your palm was almost ruined!"

Chu Hang pursed his lips and said, "It's true now, but it doesn't mean it will be the case in the future. If I have stronger strength and if my palms are harder, I may not be able to slap Sun Ye's earthen Gang. When the meat bun turns into an iron bun and is fired out with a rocket launcher, no matter how hard the rock is, it can be smashed to pieces!"

Zhang Jian couldn't help but frown. As a teacher, he shouldn't use words to attack his students, but the statement that "it's better to be silenced than to Chu Hang is not applicable. This child is too personal and too willful.

He can beat his palms to blood today, who knows what crazy actions he will do tomorrow?

Chu Hang cannot argue with the common sense!

The best way is to force him to cherish his life and stay away from magical martial arts.

Zhang Jian thought of this and said, "You are a fallacy. No matter how hard a person's palm is, it is impossible to be as hard as steel. No matter how strong a person's strength is, it is impossible to reach the impact of a rocket launcher. Meat buns cannot become iron cannonballs! The magic martial arts civilization has been born for a hundred years. Warriors are like endangered rare animals. No warriors have ever seen the deeds of winning the magic warriors!"

Chu Hang raised his eyebrows again and said, "There is no road in the world. It was not until someone stepped on the thorns that the first road appeared. I also wanted to follow the prosperous road of magic, but God confiscated the ticket for magic power, so I could only find another way. If I can't become a magic warrior, then I will become a warrior and be the first warrior in the world to overturn the magic warrior!"

Zhang Jian was stunned for a while, and heard Chu Hang's determination, and thought to himself that this child usually looked like he was not concerned about anything. How could he become such a stubborn temper when he mentioned magic martial arts?

Zhang Jian felt even more that the magic martial arts could not delay the child with a malleable talent, and said bitterly: "You kid, should you say you are too smart or be confused occasionally? There are so many roads in the world, even if the "magic martial arts" are not allowed to go, you don't have to find another way. Isn't it enough to just take other paths? For example, magic martial arts analysts, scholars, professors, or even a high school teacher. With your intelligence and talent, what can't you do? Even if you still like games in the future, the teacher believes that you can definitely do a career in the game industry. You are gold that always shines! Why let magic martial arts delay your life?"

Chu Hang smiled slightly.

He suddenly remembered Su Zhilong, a magic martial genius who represented the country in his twenties to participate in the World Championships but in the next ten years of magic martial arts career, participated in the World Championships ten times and ended in the quarterfinals ten times. He dreamed of becoming a world champion for ten years, but suffered setbacks repeatedly. In the last few years of his career, he was even more ill and his strength was not as good as before.

However, even in the most miserable last year, he still gritted his teeth and played in the domestic trials and went to the World Championship again. Even though he stopped in the quarterfinals again, he still did not give up his dream.

Su Zhilong once said this, and Chu Hang still feels deeply touched.

At this moment, Chu Hang answered Zhang Jian with this sentence, "There will always be a battle in life that you know you will be defeated but still want to be heartbroken."

Chu Hang's eyes were bright and he said seriously: "My dream is to become the champion of the magic martial world. If I can't become a magic martial artist, then I will be a warrior and fulfill this dream."

Zhang Jian was speechless and said for a long time: "It is rare to stick to your dreams, but the premise is to see your limits clearly. Wanting to be a president is a dream, and dominating the universe is also a dream, but you can't just persevere? As a warrior, only the protagonist in the novel can do such a thing, right?"

Chu Hang raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I were the protagonist in the novel?"

Zhang Jian said in surprise: "A minute before the game, didn't you complain that Sun Ye had read too many third-rate novels, and said that you are not the protagonist and do not have those bloody protagonist halos?"

Chu Hang nodded and said for granted: "I am indeed not the protagonist of Sun Ye's mouth, but that's just because... the story about me is not a third-rate novel."

Zhang Jian was stunned, "This is OK?"

Chu Hang held his glasses and coughed lightly, "In this first-class novel about dreams, I am of course the protagonist."

Zhang Jian was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

Today he finally realized the truth that must be remembered the most

——What Chu Hang said was so punctuation!

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Chapter completed!