In the athletes' lounge in the gymnasium, Yamamoto was sitting on a chair with an angry face. The island students standing next to him saw Yamamoto's expression was not good, and they all stood aside with their heads lowered, not daring to make a sound.
At this time, an island student in casual clothes walked into the lounge, bowed to Yamamoto, and said to Yamamoto in a tone that was a bit asking for credit: "Coach, I have done what you asked me to do. I promise to wait for you."
The Chinese students who come off and play will become weak and vulnerable."
"Well done!" After hearing the report from the students in civilian clothes, a smile appeared on Yamamoto's face, but his smile made people feel disgusting.
In the lounge of Huaxia student-athletes, Huaxia students are preparing nervously. They gather together in twos and threes to do preparatory exercises that help stretch their muscles.
Seeing that the students are preparing seriously, Mr. Hu is very confident. Although these students are not masters, they are still confident that they will win in the face of the garbage students from the island country and the garbage karate they perform.
"Everyone, come here and drink some water to replenish your fluids." The female school nurse who came with the team brought a box of mineral water in front of the students and greeted the students who were still actively preparing: "
Drinking some water can not only replenish the body with enough water but also make the brain more alert, but everyone should be careful not to drink too much before the game, so as not to affect the performance during the game due to physiological reactions."
"Got it!" The students had been practicing and were already thirsty. Now that there was water to drink, the students couldn't care less and immediately took the water from the box to drink.
"Teacher Hu, please drink a bottle too!" The female school nurse walked up to Mr. Hu who was sitting on the chair with a bottle of water, and then handed the water to Mr. Hu with a smile.
Mr. Hu smiled at the kind-hearted female school nurse, then took the water and unscrewed the cap of the bottle. But when he put the mouth of the water bottle to his mouth, his expression suddenly changed.
Seeing the change in Mr. Hu's expression, the female school nurse asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Mr. Hu did not drink the water, but looked at the female school nurse with a bit of anger in his eyes: "Where does this water come from?"
The female school doctor did not see the faint anger in Mr. Hu's eyes when he was looking at her, and said bluntly: "The manager of the karate department at Kyoto University brought it. Is there something wrong with it?"
"No!" After hearing the female school doctor's answer, Mr. Hu's anger towards her faded away. He knew that his student had been successfully concealed, "Is there any anti-diarrheal medicine?"
"Yes." Although Mr. Hu did not explain what was going on, the smart female school nurse had already guessed that it was related to the water the students drank.
"Then please give the most powerful antidiarrheal medicine to the students and let them swallow it immediately!" Although Mr. Hu said it calmly, he was already filled with anger and cursed fiercely in his heart: "Mom
Yamamoto, you are so despicable!"
After all the students took the anti-diarrheal medicine, Mr. Hu sadly discovered that the most powerful anti-diarrheal medicine had no effect on the laxatives that the islanders had given in the water. All the students who had taken the laxatives had already developed diarrhea.
Their faces were pale, and they saw that the game was about to start. How could the students in such a state be able to cope with such an early and intense game?
Mr. Hu was so angry that he wanted to rush to the lounge of the island nation's athletes and chop that despicable bastard Yamamoto to death with his own knife, but his reason told him that the most important thing now was to let the students recover first.
"Teacher, I will be the first to play later. I will prolong the game as long as possible. You and Dr. Feng can buy time to help the students stop diarrhea!" The president of the Chinese Studies Society looked pale and spoke weakly. Mr. Hu listened.
After hearing what he said, he quickly laid him down on the recliner and said to him: "Don't think too much, I will find a way."
"No, teacher, just listen to me. I also know that the diarrhea that my classmates and I had this time was not accidental. It must have been a good deed done by those devils. We...can't lose to those devils!"
The president's voice became quieter as he spoke. It seemed that he was really working hard at the moment.
"Doctor Feng, how is the situation now?" Mr. Hu comforted the president, and then said to the female school doctor Dr. Feng. At this moment, Dr. Feng was covered in cold sweat. She tried all kinds of methods but could not stop the students from having diarrhea.
, but seeing that the game time was coming soon, she was extremely anxious.
"The situation is not optimistic. I think we should give up this game!" Dr. Feng gave the most practical suggestion, but as soon as she said this, the students who were all in a low mood loudly rejected: "
No, we will never lose to these devils."
"Yes, you can't lose!" Mr. Hu was also moved by the students' emotions. Now he is no longer the insidious villain who can appear sanctimonious for the sake of profit but actually uses all his conspiracies and tricks to win over Qin Yifeng. Now he is
He is just a teacher, a martial arts teacher who wants to promote the prestige of my Chinese martial arts. "Doctor Feng, take care of the students here, and I will find someone to help!"
"Who are you looking for to help?" Dr. Feng is really curious. In this emergency, who has the ability to immediately recover the students, but she knows that now is not the time to satisfy her curiosity.
, so she immediately took over Mr. Hu's work and said: "Mr. Hu, go and come back quickly."
Mr. Hu quickly ran out of the lounge and went to the venue. When he arrived at the venue, he saw that the auditorium was already full of people. Among the thousands of spectators gathered together, he could not find it for a while.
When I arrived at Qin Yifeng, I felt very anxious.
Yes, he just wanted to ask Qin Yifeng for help. He learned from the middle-aged man who owed Qin Yifeng 90 million yuan that Qin Yifeng had cured his disease. Qin Yifeng could even cure terminal diseases such as middle-aged people.
Mr. Hu believes that his medical skills are anything but simple.
"What should I do?" Just when Mr. Hu couldn't find anyone and felt that he was at a loss, suddenly two students passed by him carrying a pile of audio equipment. When he saw the pile of equipment, he immediately picked up the two students as if he saw hope.
The student stopped him, then took a wireless microphone, gathered his energy and said loudly: "Qin Yifeng, I am Mr. Hu. I have something urgent and I want to ask you for help. Can you please come out now?"
Mr. Hu's voice rang out from the loudspeaker and spread throughout the venue. Logically, Qin Yifeng should have heard what he said, but why didn't Qin Yifeng come out of the crowd?
"Qin Yifeng, I know we have had disagreements before, but this time, for the honor and disgrace of our martial arts club, I, Mr. Hu, ask you to do a favor. I promise you, as long as you are willing to help, I, Mr. Hu, owe you another favor.
!" Mr. Hu thought that maybe Qin Yifeng was unwilling to help him because he was angry about the last bathing in Emperor Finland, so he even promised that he owed Qin Yifeng a favor and wanted to invite this great god out.
"Why haven't you shown up yet?" Mr. Qin looked at the aisle in the middle of the auditorium, but Qin Yifeng could not be seen, which made him feel more and more anxious.
"Doctor Qin, please, come out quickly. I am begging you, Old Hu!" Mr. Hu was so anxious that he couldn't stand it anymore. He said loudly into the wireless microphone with a mournful cry, but no matter how miserable he screamed, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Okay, Qin Yifeng still didn't show up.
Seeing that the only person who could help him was still unwilling to come out, Mr. Hu gritted his teeth, rushed to the center of the venue, knelt down in front of thousands of spectators, and turned to the wireless microphone with his mouth again.
She cried loudly: "Doctor Qin, please help my students!"
As Hu Xian spoke, he kowtowed to thousands of spectators. The spectators were dumbfounded. They didn't understand who Qin Yifeng was in Mr. Hu's words. They began to be curious about Qin Yifeng.
Just when Mr. Hu was about to despair, Qin Yifeng's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "What's wrong? It seems that you don't want me to go to the toilet. Are you afraid that I will dirty your toilet?" He was doing it in the toilet.
Qin Yifeng, who was having a major event in his life, suddenly heard the radio sound and knew that Mr. Hu was looking for him. He originally wanted to ignore it, but when he heard Mr. Hu talking about the Chinese Martial Arts Club later, he also said that he owed him a favor, and even begged himself regardless of face, even though he
He can be hard-hearted or soft-hearted, not to mention he considers himself a caring young man of the new century.
So he wanted to go out to see Mr. Hu right away, but he was disturbed by that person's important matter and couldn't get away. After finally finishing the important matter, he hurriedly returned to the venue and saw Mr. Hu kneeling down in the center of the venue.
, begging himself to come out with a sad look on his face.
"Doctor Qin, hurry up... my students got diarrhea after drinking the water provided by the islanders. Go and see them quickly!"