During this period of time, Wu Dong was always angry. After being encouraged by the short-haired young man, he remained silent for a few seconds and nodded slowly: "Okay, I'll help you look around."
"Okay!" The short-haired young man stood up and stretched his body.
The tattooed young man put down the beer bottle and asked cautiously: "How is the boy's strength? How amateur is he?"
Wu Dong laughed: "Don't worry, he is a rookie who has just started practicing martial arts. He is not even a ninth-level amateur. Any one of you can easily take care of him."
Young men with short hair and tattoos dropped out of school early and embarked on the road of mixed society. They usually fought and had some skills in fistfights. In order to get ahead, they deliberately befriended Chen Changhua and Wu Dong to learn formal martial arts. For more than two years, although they were eating and drinking
There were a lot of prostitutes and gamblers, but they practiced diligently and often had "practice", and they all reached the level of a seventh-level amateur. Therefore, Wu Dong was relieved that they would teach Lou Cheng a lesson.
"Isn't this simple? I guarantee you'll be satisfied, Brother Dong!" The short-haired young man laughed.
The tattooed young man thought for a moment and said, "Wait a minute. If any of you can speak Northeastern dialect, please teach me a few words."
"Ah?" Wu Dong and the short-haired young man both looked confused.
The tattooed young man explained: "After all, Songda is the best university in Songcheng, and it is well-known throughout the country. If those of us who are mixed in society hit people and make trouble here, we will easily get into trouble. We are measured, but if we don't protect everything, something unexpected will happen."
Right? Maybe he was bumped into by some professor, right? It's dark now, so I can't see the face clearly. I'll speak in Northeastern dialect later. If something goes wrong, they won't be able to find us, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Dong was most afraid that they would be found out and thereby implicate himself.
The short-haired young man said in confusion: "What teacher and professor would run here?"
"Isn't it nice to have a date with a female student in the dark?" the tattooed young man replied with a *sexy* smile.
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Along the lakeside path, Lou Cheng jogged towards the place where he usually practices pile exercises. Half of the Weishui Lake reflected the lights of the dormitory area and teaching area, as if there was a silver sea hanging upside down. Every bit was bright, while the other half was dark.
It is quiet and deep, and occasionally you can see the shadow of a street lamp. The edge is a place where a stone can stir up many pairs of "wild mandarin ducks", and this is where Lou Cheng is now.
It is a warrior's habit to observe the surroundings. After a period of hard training, he has internalized this into his instinct. While running, he saw two figures coming out of the woods by the lake, and subconsciously took another look.
The tattooed young man immediately shouted:
"What are you looking at?"
"I didn't see anything, I'm sorry." Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this could lead to a quarrel. He didn't want to cause more trouble, so he replied in a gentle tone.
Although he practiced martial arts to build up courage, he had previously thought about meeting a rogue hero and saving a beauty, but when he actually met him, his usual personality and habits still took over. What's more, Old Man Shi also said that modern society is a legal society, so good
Being brave and ruthless is not something you can do on the stage. As a warrior, you are not afraid of trouble, but you should also try not to cause trouble.
"What a fool, how dare you blind me..." The tattooed young man only learned these two sentences in a hurry and did not dare to say more. He used his eyes to signal the short-haired young man to block the building in front of him, and moved his own steps to cut off his escape.
Lou Cheng was not a fool. The other party's menacing behavior quickly came into his mind, and he made a judgment in his heart:
"This is to cause trouble on purpose!"
And looking at how they maintained their footwork even as they were outflanking, they were clearly at the level of amateur level nine or above!
——Ordinary people don’t pay much attention to footwork when practicing boxing and kicking. Those who can still maintain footwork in ordinary fights must be Lianjiazi!
The two sides were not far apart, and they were within a distance that would allow them to start a fight immediately after shouting curses. Seeing that the short-haired young man was about to slap his face in the next second, Lou Cheng suddenly dodged to the side, quickened his footwork, and swish
Ran towards the woods.
Ran into the woods...
Ran away...
Ran away!
The short-haired young man and the tattooed young man looked at each other and were a little stunned for a moment. This guy actually ran away?
According to their experience, when encountering a verbal conflict, everyone will first try to explain or argue. Even if a fight is possible, the coward's reaction is to beg for mercy and surrender, while the brave guy will try to fight until it becomes obvious.
He ran away only after he couldn't beat him. Who would have thought that the guy just now could run faster than a rabbit without even saying a word!
Fuck! Run? Look where you are going! The two of them came to their senses, spat, and ran after Lou Cheng. Their facial muscles were twisted and hideous, making them feel a little embarrassed.
The steps behind him were quick, and Lou Cheng didn't dare to stop. He walked through the sparse woods by the lake, and relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he soon reached the road outside the woods, where he usually practiced endurance.
This road leads to the teaching area on one side and extends to the school hill on the other. The hill is not high, only about ten meters. It is more appropriately called "Qiu". It houses the largest library in Songcheng, and this road goes around the hill and goes straight to the school.
Heading towards the vast Western District, which was still under construction, Lou Cheng turned around and ran towards the hill.
The short-haired young man and the tattooed young man roared through the woods. When they saw Lou Cheng escaping towards the hill, they both felt happy:
This guy is desperate!
Originally, if he fled to the teaching area, the two of them would not dare to cause trouble again. Now, let's loosen his bones later!
When the two of them walked through the woods, Wu Dong, who was waiting to watch the show, couldn't sit still. He was afraid that they would lose their temper and cause some big trouble and implicate themselves, so he quickly followed behind and tried to catch up.
Chasing, running, chasing, running, the short-haired young man and the tattooed young man, who lived a life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking, soon began to pant, and the distance between them and Lou Cheng widened little by little, and both of them gradually felt something in their hearts.
Feeling of giving up.
Damn! I remember when I ran five streets in one breath!
At this moment, they noticed that Lou Cheng in front of them had also slowed down, so they looked at each other and smiled, with excitement and cruelty in their eyes.
We can't run, and this guy definitely can't run either!
Just hold on a little longer, catch up with him, and make him look good!
Summoning up the courage, they bypassed the hill and chased them to the western area, which was still a wasteland. They chased each other, and the distance between them got closer and closer. However, after running for a while, the short-haired young man couldn't hold on any longer and stopped.
He came down and breathed heavily:
"Fuck, hoo, fuck, this, this kid, TM, TM, can run away so well."
The tattooed young man ran two more steps, but couldn't hold on anymore. He bent his back, put his hands on his knees, and watched Lou Cheng's figure getting further and further away.
"I can run well, I can run well, my hands are weak, my feet are weak..." He spoke as if he was pulling a bellows, his chest rising and falling violently.
Wu Dong from behind also caught up at this time, panting and sweating on his forehead. When he saw that the two of them were no longer moving forward, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stopped not far away. He was retching frequently, as if he was almost out of breath.
But come.
"Forget it, forget it, there's no need, it's a waste of time..." Smoking hurts the lungs, and the lungs control the breath. Wu Dong almost ran such a long distance, and his eyes felt a little dark.
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly froze. In the darkness ahead, he saw a figure running back through the desolation. It was Lou Cheng!
"You..." The tattooed young man and the short-haired young man gasped and spoke in shock.
This kid actually dares to come back?
Looking closely, they saw that Lou Cheng's face was as usual, his breathing was gentle, and there was no sign of running such a long distance at all!
Damn it, what kind of monster is this? The young man with the short hair and the young man with the tattoo suddenly felt a sense of fear.
Looking at the three people who were gasping for air and pulling away from each other, Lou Cheng smiled and said nothing. He suddenly stepped forward and punched. The power from his feet was transmitted to his waist and back, directed towards his fist, and combined the strength of his whole body into his fist.
One force hit the short-haired young man in the middle of the chest with a powerful force.
The short-haired young man was about to dodge and raise his hand to fight back, but his hands and feet were so weak that he could barely breathe. His movement was a beat slower and he was directly hit by Lou Cheng's punch.
Boom!
Amidst the muffled sound, the short-headed young man was hit by a punch. His bones ached, and he almost held his breath. He took two steps back. Lou Cheng followed up closely, holding down his two shoulders, and then tripped with his feet.
He threw him forcefully towards the tattooed young man who came to attack him, knocking him to a staggering position with his hands and feet also weak.
Of course, Lou Cheng would not miss this opportunity. He took a step, twisted his waist, and kicked out with his whip leg, hitting the tattooed young man's left leg in the face of the bone.
"ah!"
The tattooed young man screamed. Although he did not break any bones, he was still rolling around in pain. Like the short-haired young man who was almost holding his breath, he lost his fighting ability in a short time.
After getting rid of them, Lou Cheng looked at Wu Dong, who was rushing towards him, and smiled slightly:
"It turns out that Senior Brother Wu wants to teach me a lesson, so I can only ask you for advice."
Wu Dong looked gloomy and gasped:
"I, I am tired, aren't you tired? Everyone, everyone, each other!"
I'm a second-level amateur! Who are you?
Sorry, I'm really not tired... Lou Cheng calmly positioned his hands, with an eagerness to try in his eyes.
Although Wu Dong is a second-level amateur master, his master said that his body was emptied out by tobacco and alcohol, and he was already half-waste. Now he is exhausted, his hands and feet are soft, and he has difficulty breathing. If he doesn't dare to look like this
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