Wang Yang apologized hastily and continued: "Since your hand is injured, just cancel the game. Anyway, we are not afraid of them. It is indeed because of the injury that we cannot continue the game. When the time comes, we can raise our hands to show them and we can still save face."
, no shame at all.”
While he said this, he looked around like a thief, which was in line with his usual sneaky style.
"Don't worry, this little injury is nothing. If I were scared, I wouldn't come." Zhang Yang patted his shoulder to show his confidence.
"Yes, yes, how can the boss be afraid of their three-legged cat kung fu? Even if you are injured, you can beat them everywhere."
Seeing his confident expression, Wang Yang immediately showed a flattering smile on his face. He paused and continued: "Boss is so proud. Even the beauties from Donghai University of the Arts came to cheer you up."
"Really? Who are they from?"
"It's the beautiful teacher we met last time, with a bunch of cheerleaders."
Wang Yang had a lewd look on his face and his mouth was almost drooling as he continued: "The ones in art schools are different, they are so eye-catching. I dare say most of the boys in the gym come here to see these beauties."
"Do you think everyone else is as lustful and nasty as you?"
Although Zhang Yang said this, he also agreed with his statement in his heart. The basketball game is the best example.
After finishing speaking, he ignored Wang Yang and turned around to walk into the gymnasium.
It was Zhang Yang's first time to come to the gymnasium. There were more than 2,000 seats. At this time, all seats were occupied and there was a lot of noise.
In the center, a solid wooden floor was covered with thick cotton mats, and a group of students wearing taekwondo uniforms were neatly practicing taekwondo kung fu on it.
Of course, this was also a scene that Chen Gang did in order to attract attention and publicity.
There is an area with several chairs on each side, where players from both sides can rest.
Chen Gang was smiling and communicating with a middle-aged man in his forties, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the Taekwondo students on the field and the crowd of students in the audience.
You don't need to guess to know that the middle-aged man is Chen Gang's master Jin Zhengxuan.
He has a short head, small eyes, a knife-like face with a fierce expression, a medium-sized figure and an unusually capable figure, with bulging veins on his exposed arms. At first glance, he is a master of martial arts training.
On the opposite side, there is my group of relatives and friends, including Shishi, Ouyang Ting, Shen Xue, Lu Mengxuan and a group of cheerleading beauties. This area is naturally the most eye-catching place for boys.
Many boys were taking pictures of them with their mobile phones, and no one paid any attention to the group of students practicing Taekwondo.
It's no wonder that among these beauties, any one of them will turn heads when they walk on campus. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"Why hasn't the game started yet?"
"The Tai Chi students in our school haven't arrived yet, so of course they can't start."
"Are you afraid to come? I checked online and found that the opponent is truly the number one in Korean Taekwondo."
"No way! If you don't come, you won't dare to accept the challenge. He is Zhang Yang, the basketball prince of our school."
"Being able to play basketball well does not necessarily mean you have good kung fu, otherwise it would have appeared long ago."
…
When Zhang Yang passed by a group of students, he heard them talking in succession. Instead of being angry at their doubts, Zhang Yang felt a little ridiculous in his heart.
He can’t play basketball, but he is called the Prince of Basketball!
I don’t know how to do Tai Chi, but Korea’s number one Taekwondo master came to challenge me in Tai Chi!
"Brother, what happened? Why are you here now?" Shen Xue was the first to notice her and asked with concern on her pretty face.
"Are you scared? I'll go up and teach him a lesson for you."
Shishi had a look of disdain on her face, and her sportswear made her look very neat. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that she was competing with the other party.
"I must be scared. I have my hands wrapped up. It's really like pretending."
When Ouyang Ting saw his injured and wrapped palm, she had the same idea as Wang Yang, and her pretty face was filled with contempt.
"There was an accident just now. I cut my hand and wasted some time."
Zhang Yang took off the cuffs of the sweater on his hand and threw it aside. The knife wound in his palm was automatically healed by the Nine Yang True Fire, and the blood had already solidified.
The wound has not fully recovered, and the long incision still looks hideous and terrifying.
"Brother, why are you hurt so badly? I'm going to get some medicine and bandage it for you." Shen Xue looked nervous and hurriedly turned around to leave.
Zhang Yang grabbed her arm. Seeing her nervous expression, he felt warm in his heart and said, "No, this little injury doesn't matter."
"It's not because you were afraid of the competition that you intentionally injured yourself, right?" Ouyang Ting looked confused and still used words to stimulate Zhang Yang.
It's no wonder that from the first time I met Zhang Yang, I was always teased and ridiculed by him, and my heart was naturally stimulated and ridiculed by him, which was regarded as revenge against him.
She also knew that it was definitely not Zhang Yang who caused the injury intentionally. After all, who could bear to inflict such a deep wound on herself?
"Since you're injured, I think it's better to forget it. There's no need to compete with the other party." Lu Mengxuan walked up and advised him seriously.
Wearing a black tights under the open casual jacket, a pair of peaks are extremely tall and plump for the first time, gray casual pants, and Nike sneakers, sunny and free.
She still has an indifferent pretty face and a slight smile that purses her lips, but it is particularly fascinating.
"Even you come to cheer me on, and I have to compete with each other, otherwise I will be sorry for you cheerleading beauties." Zhang Yang said with a wicked smile.
"Are you sure you want to compete with the other party?"
"affim."
"I believe you can win."
After receiving his affirmative reply, Lu Mengxuan said to the beautiful lady behind him: "Everyone, get ready, it's your turn to perform."
"Handsome boy, you are finally here."
"That's right, we are so anxious to wait."
"Finally we can show off our hot dance and cheer you on."
…
These cheerleaders were wearing the traditional floral skirts and tight tops. They were all sexy but full of youthful vitality.
They have a natural desire to perform. In such a big scene and in front of so many audiences, they will naturally not miss such an opportunity to attract attention.
But Lu Mengxuan knew that he called them to come to cheer Zhang Yang. If he didn't come, what would be the use of performing? So he stopped them from showing off their dancing skills.
"Zhang Yang, come here." Shishi shouted with a charming look on her face.
After hearing her words, Zhang Yang felt a chill rising up his back, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only walk over.
"Who are they?"
"For some students, you didn't know it when you first arrived, but the school has a cheerleading team dedicated to cheering."
"Really? Why are they cheering you on?"
"Of course it's for the honor of the school. College students are very united, and honor is above all else." Zhang Yang explained with sweat dripping from his forehead, still pretending to be relaxed.
"If you dare to lie to me, I will never spare you." Shishi said with a fierce look on her pretty face, full of jealousy.
…
At this time, a chubby man wearing a small suit and bow tie walked to the center of the venue with a microphone in his hand.
"Today's game started half an hour late because the opponent was late."
The man glanced at Zhang Yang with a smile and continued: "Now let's invite Mr. Jin Zhengxuan, the Korean Taekwondo champion, to demonstrate Taekwondo Kung Fu to everyone."
The opponent obviously already knew about Zhang Yang's arrival, and just wanted to take advantage of being late to show off more Taekwondo and promote Chen Gang's Taekwondo gym.
Of course, it was also to boost morale and give Zhang Yang a show of strength.
"Look, everyone, Jin Zhengxuan is on the stage."
"Hurry up and take a photo with your phone."
"Well, Korea is number one in Taekwondo. You can't miss this kind of style. Take a photo and post it online."
…
A group of students behind the rest area were talking and taking out their mobile phones one after another, getting ready to take pictures. Some even stood up because they were afraid of missing such an opportunity.
Everyone immediately looked into the field and saw Jin Zhengxuan standing up and walking to the center of the field.
Several Taekwondo students were holding rows of bricks that they got from somewhere and placed them neatly in front of him.
Jin Zhengxuan walked to a row of bricks, there were about seven or eight bricks in total, and looked at Zhang Yang with a proud look on his face.
Then he waved his fist and hit the brick suddenly.
A Taekwondo student lay on the ground with a microphone in an exaggerated manner, waiting for the moment when his fist hit the brick.
At this time, the gymnasium became extremely quiet, and you could hear the needle drop. The faces of the students and spectators were filled with anticipation to see the top performer in Taekwondo.
Bang!
The sound of breaking bricks came from the microphone.
The bricks were still neatly arranged there. A student ran over and kicked the bricks down. Seven or eight bricks were actually broken into two pieces.
Hua Hua...
A burst of thunderous applause immediately erupted in the stadium.
Breaking bricks with your fist is not an advanced skill, but being able to crack so many bricks at once is something very few people can do.
Of course, this also proves that Kim Jung-hyun’s reputation as No. 1 in Korea’s Taekwondo is not in vain.
"You can really show off, what's so great about it?"
Wang Yang came over at some point, with a look of surprise on his face, but his words were filled with disdain, showing his hypocrisy.
"Brother, I think it's better to forget it." Shen Xuejiao's face was full of horror.
"Yes, there is no need to fight him. He is a professional Taekwondo and has practiced it for so many years."
Lu Mengxuan's pretty face was moved, and he continued: "You are just a student. Even if you don't compare with him, no one will laugh at you."
"That's right, handsome guy. There's no need to fight him just to save face."
"He is the Korean Taekwondo champion, so we have no shame in admitting defeat."
"Tch, if you have the ability to play basketball, the handsome guy will definitely beat him."
A group of beauties on the cheerleading team became very fond of Zhang Yang after what happened at the jade shop last time. They also began to worry about him and tried to persuade him.
Ouyang Ting pouted her little mouth and stopped taunting Zhang Yang. She was also shocked by Jin Zhengxuan's skills and was afraid that he would be injured after he went up. (To be continued)