Noon, school is over.

As soon as the ringtone rang, the students all headed straight to the cafeteria.

After all, if you go late, many good dishes will be gone.

"Yezi, go! Hehe... you made so much money selling noodles last night, and you must treat you today."

Zhang Yang took Lin Ye and went to the cafeteria.

However, along the way, I was inevitably pointed at by my classmates on the way.

How to say it!

Lin Ye is now completely famous at No. 1 Middle School!

But this reputation is not very good.

In addition, almost all the boys were jealous of Lin Ye and spread many rumors about Lin Ye, which also made Lin Ye’s reputation bad.

However, Lin Ye doesn’t care what others think. If everyone is so meticulous about their own thoughts, how tiring it would be to live!

If someone slandered and laughed at him in the past, Lin Ye would definitely rush forward to argue immediately.

But now, there is no need for this.

First of all, many things are explained more and more unclear. In addition, Lin Ye has the secret of the "red envelope system", so he doesn't want to reveal too much attention.

Secondly, even if Lin Ye wants to argue with others, he will not be busy because there are too many boys who are hostile to him.

...

As soon as he walked into the cafeteria, Lin Ye and Zhang Yang saw two big bald heads facing each other. When the little monk Xue Kai saw Lin Ye, he waved his hand and shouted happily: "Yezi, here...oh! You let me wait for a while!"

As he said that, Xue Kai also introduced to Lin Ye and Zhang Yang who were already stunned: "This is Master Jieneng, my master in Shaolin Temple. Today, the master came to the school to see me."

"Master...Hello, Master."

This was the first time Lin Ye and Zhang Yang saw a living old monk, so they quickly asked him.

"Hello, two little donors."

The old monk Jie Neng had a kind-eyed look, squinted his eyes and stared at Lin Ye with a smile. His deep eyes seemed to see through Lin Ye.

"Master, you...why are you looking at me like this? Don't tell me that I have a destiny with your Buddha!"

Lin Ye was stared at by the old monk Ring, and he felt a little vain in his heart.

"Don't get me wrong with the little donor. I heard from Fayun's disciple that you are also a martial artist. You have to compete with him today, so I just looked at the little donor's roots and bones."

The old monk Jie said with a smile.

"Oh? Then what about my roots and bones?" Lin Ye asked curiously again.

The old monk Jie Neng shook his head and sighed: "The little donor's roots and bones do not look like those who practice martial arts. Moreover, practicing martial arts must start from a young age, the younger the better. When the body has not yet grown, the plasticity is the highest."

"That's it! It seems that my master thinks I can't beat Xue Kai?"

Hearing this, Lin Ye had to admit that the old monk still had some vision. His physique was indeed not suitable for practicing martial arts because we were practicing immortals!

As for ancient martial arts, Lin Ye has already possessed very good combat power after comprehending a [Tai Chi Meaning].

However, the characteristics and power of [Tai Chi] are not reflected in the body shape and appearance. The internal strength that Tai Chi emphasizes is the use and grasp of force, rather than the brute force based on the body.

Therefore, the descendants of [Tai Chi] often do not look strong, but they are thin and even sick. However, when they fight Tai Chi with one hand, they can "use the force to use force, and when they encounter strong things, they will be strong."

When the old monk Jie could hear Lin Ye’s question, he nodded sincerely and said, “Mencius does not lie. Fayun’s disciple grew up in my Shaolin since childhood. He chops firewood, carries water and walks through wooden stakes. He practices the authentic Shaolin seventy-two unique skills. The little donor must be Fayun’s opponent.”

"Oh! Old... Old monk, you're quite crazy! That's right, the little monk is powerful, but you don't look at what kind of fist we, Ye Zi, are from the ancestors?"

Zhang Yang was on the side, of course, who was talking to Lin Ye, but he only heard Lin Ye mention Tai Chi once, so he couldn't remember it very much.

Lin Ye smiled and reminded: "Tai Chi."

"Yes, yes... it's Tai Chi, it's amazing!"

Weakness cannot be weak in momentum. He said arrogantly with his chest outstretched.

"This little donor, you will know the result of the competition at that time."

The old monk Jie could smile and never argued with Zhang Yang.

"Okay! Master, Ye Zi, Lao Yang, let's have a meal first! After the meal, how about going to the basketball court to compete? You have to eat enough before talking about it."

Touching his stomach, Xue Kai followed Lin Ye with a smile and said, "But today, I have to bother Ye Zi. Please help me and my master to make meals. I don't have a meal card..."

"No problem! Little monk, Ye Zi became rich yesterday. Today we will have a good wine and meat." Zhang Yang said generously for Lin Ye.

"We monks cannot eat wine and meat..."

The little monk Xue Kai looked at the master next to him, and then said, "However, you can buy more pickled vegetables. I also want the master to taste this delicious food..."

"What is pickled cabbage?"

The old monk Jie asked in confusion.

"Master, I'll know in a while. It's a bit similar to the pickled vegetables made in our temple, but it's even more flavorful and makes it very easy to eat." Xue Kai licked his lips and said, unable to wait.

Soon, the meal came and the few people sat in the cafeteria. It was indeed a very eye-catching combination.

Especially Xue Kai and the two big bald heads of the old monk Jieneng attracted the attention of the students.

"Master, try it... This is pickled vegetables, it's delicious!"

Lin Ye and Zhang Yang both ate pork belly and chicken legs, while Xue Kai and the old monk Jieneng ate big white rice with pickled vegetables.

"This pickled cabbage tastes a bit strange, is it really delicious?"

The old monk Jie was suspicious and took a bite of pickled vegetables into his mouth. His movements stopped instantly, and then he widened his eyes and started chewing quickly.

"It's delicious! It's really delicious! Moreover, it's completely vegetarian. In Shaolin Temple, we should communicate more with the mountain and purchase some pickled vegetables called... [Rich Bully]. This name is a bit strange!"

After tasting the taste of pickled vegetables, the old monk Jie could eat this meal very deliciously. After eating five portions of rice in one breath, Lin Ye and Zhang Yang's eyes were almost glaring out.

...

After eating, they came to the wider basketball court and were about to start the formal competition.

The old monk Jie can say to his disciple Xue Kai: "Fayun disciple, you should do it lightly later. This little donor, Lin Ye, has never practiced serious martial arts at first sight. He is not your opponent at all. Don't hurt him. It should be enough to use three success powers... "

While talking, the old monk Jieneng burped a long time.

In fact, in the eyes of the old monk Jie Neng, this is actually an unnecessary competition.

However, the monks in Shaolin Temple should be as proud as monks in Shaolin Temple. Since they have made an appointment for a martial arts competition, they will naturally have to do their best and not be perfunctory.

When Lin Ye heard this, he was unhappy. He was the only Tai Chi successor in the world now. How could he be so looked down upon by the old monks of the Shaolin School?

"Old monk, don't talk. Who do you look down on me? I have the power of success? I won't joke, I will knock the little monk down, and I won't need any power of success..."
Chapter completed!