Hearing Lou Cheng's words, Lin Que didn't speak again and only nodded slightly, but the disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes had faded away, and the fighting spirit that was not strong enough but was absolutely pure rekindled.
At this time, Sun Jian walked up to the two of them and said half jokingly and half self-deprecatingly:
"I have always said that the presence of you two at the same time will deprive me of my chance to play, but now I really hope that you two will not let me have such a chance to play..."
If it were an online chat, he would almost like to have a "crying with laughter" expression.
Lou Cheng almost laughed at him and deliberately said seriously:
"Fight well and enjoy the greetings of the ninth-level professional."
Enjoying it? Sun Jian shuddered suddenly and looked up at Zhuo Yanjun, who was not blushing and out of breath. He had the illusion that the frog was about to challenge the poisonous snake.
How to fight the ninth-level powerful profession that is almost in perfect condition?
This is not called enjoyment, it is called abuse!
However, if you don't face the ninth level of the profession head-on like this, how can you clearly understand your own problems? How can you dare to face your father in the graduation season?
He took a breath and stretched out his right hand towards Lin Que.
Lin Que's expression returned to indifference, but he still raised his arm and struck Sun Jian's right palm.
He, who is from the Department of Psychology, knows very well that similar rituals cultivate a sense of community and enhance cohesion, but he is unwilling to expose it or exclude himself.
Sun Jian passed over his two companions, walked along the stone steps, and climbed onto the stage. Although he was not as nervous as Li Mao, he still couldn't help but play the drum.
The strength gap between him and Zhuo Yanjun cannot be filled by shouting slogans and pouring blood.
When Chen Changhua challenged Lin Que last year, he was already considered the best among amateurs. He felt so good about himself that he wanted to participate in the professional competition. However, he lost completely and lost his temper. After that, he trained hard for more than half a year.
It was not until the end of last month that I successfully broke through and obtained the coveted ninth-grade professional certificate.
Zhuo Yanjun is rated as a strong ninth-grade person. Her strength should be similar to that of Lin Que last semester, or even a little bit stronger. But now, she is rated as amateur third-grade and reads amateur second-grade, which is better than Chen Changhua at that time.
It is still much weaker. One increase and one decrease, the difference can be imagined!
Forget it, show your style, show your spirit... Sun Jian comforted himself and took a pose.
When the referee announced the start, he followed the plan and made an unexpected attack without any hesitation. He bent his back and straightened his knees, and pounced on his opponent like a tiger descending a mountain.
Although Zhuo Yanjun didn't expect such a change, her strength was there and she was confident. She stepped forward without panic and blocked the path of Sun Jian's footwork change. Her right shoulder was strong and her arms were like swords.
Vertical chop.
Bang! The muscles in Sun Jian's right arm bulged, and with a tremor of strength, he punched out with his fist fiercely, blocking the opponent's chop with a bang.
At this moment, his joints snapped, he exerted an inch of strength, stretched out his five fingers, turned his fist into a grasp, and grabbed Zhuo Yanjun's forearm in the flash of lightning.
Split the flowers and brush the willows with your hands!
Zhuo Yanjun's arms softened and turned into noodles. Then he shook vigorously and tightened them into a sword and an iron rod. He directly flicked Sun Jian's fingers out and turned sideways. His abdominal muscles bulged and his tendons
The membrane twitched, turning his left elbow into a dagger, and stabbed out quickly.
This is the fusion of Feiliu Quan's "Continuous" and Xuanshui Swordsmanship's "Close Stab". The attack is urgent, fast and extremely compact.
Sun Jian had no time to dodge, nor did he have time to use his feet to exert force. He could only use his shoulders to swing his arms across the railing.
Bang! He was beaten back a step, but Zhuo Yanjun was unyielding and launched a "continuous" attack. In just a few strikes, he was left scrambling, and finally he was stabbed in the chest by a sword, which was so painful that he almost choked.
"In the fifth round, Zhuo Yanjun wins!"
"The final result is that the Donglin team wins!"
The referee's announcement caused Zhang Jingye and others to fall into silence, which was replaced by reserved applause from the home audience.
Huh... Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke all exhaled, looking a little gloomy.
Although this was an expected defeat, and although there is still a chance for a comeback, a loss is a loss, and the result will not make people happy.
Seeing the on-site reporter from Donglin TV station approaching, Lou Cheng quickly calmed down and asked Yan Zheke sideways: "Is there anything wrong with my expression?"
"No!" Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes bright, "Come on~!"
"Yeah." Lou Cheng took off the big white towel he was wearing and stood up.
"Hello, classmate Lou Cheng, I am Zhang Hai, a reporter from Donglin TV Station. Can I interview you for a few words?" The journalist comrade said the same opening remarks.
Lou Cheng did not hide his depression of failure:
"Can."
Zhang Hai is a young man in his twenties who looks quite approachable. Hearing this, he smiled and said:
"Student Lou Cheng, you have performed well enough today. If I were to give you a perfect score of ten, I would give you a nine."
"I have read your information. This should be your first encounter with an eighth-grade Dan realm in good condition. What do you think?"
Lou Cheng pretended to be deep in thought and said: "It's very strong. It's been suppressed in all aspects. But I think I can perform better."
"Oh, why do you say that?" Zhang Hai asked with interest.
Lou Cheng smiled bitterly: "Maybe it's because I care too much and don't have much experience. I was very anxious in the first game and always thought about getting rid of my opponent in one go. Not only did I make a lot of mistakes, but I also brought this emotion to the game.
In the second game, I failed to make a better choice at the critical moment."
He did not reveal that Hou Yue had special powers, and pretended to be unaware, so that in the next game, the Donglin team would still rely on this.
A soldier never tires of deceit!
"I understand, you have only been studying martial arts for half a year. It is normal for you to have a lack of experience. Don't worry too much." Zhang Hai reassured and continued to ask questions according to the outline.
After a few questions, he politely stopped and went to interview Lin Que.
Lou Cheng took two steps back, leaned next to Yan Zheke, and lowered his voice: "Keke, how was my performance just now?"
Will anyone find out that he is lying? Will it make the Donglin team wary?
Yan Zheke's dimples stood out, and he nodded with a slight smile: "It's very sincere and true."
At this point, her eyes flickered, and she said with a half-smile: "I feel like you are a good liar! Will you lie to me like this in the future?"
This... Lou Cheng's mouth was half open and he was speechless.
This was completely different from the answer he expected!
Aren't you supposed to praise me?
And you taught me this deception strategy!
I feel like I've been tricked again...
As his thoughts turned around, he said amusedly: "How could I hide my little thoughts from you, Coach Yan? I wouldn't dare to lie to anyone!"
"Yeah." Yan Zheke nodded first, and then said with a pretty face, "You dare not lie to anyone? Tell me, which girl do you want to lie to?"
This is all a routine... Lou Cheng was dumbfounded and did not dare to answer the conversation casually.
Seeing his dumbfounded look, Yan Zheke finally couldn't help laughing, burst into laughter, and completely calmed down the depression of regretful failure today.
The silly orange is so cute!
On the other side, Zhang Hai stood opposite Lin Que and made his opening remarks as usual, then asked:
"Classmate Lin Que, how do you feel when you face the continuous outbreaks of the eighth-level Dan realm today?"
Lin Que held up a white towel to wipe away sweat and said calmly:
"Very strong."
You really cherish words like gold... Zhang Hai kept smiling and said: "Then how do you evaluate your performance?"
"Lost." Lin Que spat out two words and turned towards the visiting team's locker room.
Lost? What’s the answer? I’m asking for evaluation! Zhang Hai was confused.
Yan Zheke, who was not far away, sighed and whispered to Lou Cheng:
"In my brother's dictionary, losing means being bad."
Losing means being bad... Lou Cheng couldn't help but chew on this sentence.
Although I would hate any failure, I couldn't be as extreme as Lin Que.
It’s true that different people have different personalities…
Thinking of this, he felt a little sympathy for poor reporter Zhang. He needed an interpreter to interview his uncle...
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The journey back was still a busy one. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when the Martial Arts Club and the group returned to the new campus of Songda University. For convenience, they ate the high-speed rail meal directly on the way.
Seeing that Yan Zheke couldn't hide her exhaustion, Lou Cheng stopped luring her to go for a walk by the lake. He held the girl's hand and walked slowly along the pedestrian street, aiming for the third dormitory.
When he was approaching the door, he thought that the bonus had been credited and he could buy a ring, so he began to consider his tone and prepared to invite Yan Zheke to go shopping tomorrow.
With the current closeness between the two of them, there was no need to speak so solemnly when dating, but Lou Cheng wanted to be surprised, so he was thinking about finding some excuse.
Yan Zheke looked up, a little shy and embarrassed, thinking about whether he should take the initiative to propose a date tomorrow and take the opportunity to ask Chengzi to buy a ring to give him a surprise.
If so, what should I say?
Just when she pursed her lips, looked to the side, and was about to speak, she suddenly heard Lou Cheng smile and say: "Keke, would you like to go shopping with me tomorrow? Didn't my martial arts shoes break again? I need to replace them.
pair……"
Before Lou Cheng finished his excuse, he saw Yan Zheke smile brightly, taking away the light from the surrounding street lamps and saying:
"Okay~"
"Yeah!" Lou Cheng didn't know why the girl laughed so happily, but he couldn't help but laugh along.
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Returning to the dormitory, Lou Cheng found that the small dormitory was empty, and he immediately understood that Zhao Qiang and the others would spend a day in Donglin to socialize.
"Tsk, only girls can make Aqiang give up studying for a short time." He shook his head with a smile, walked out of the small dormitory with a hot water bottle, and prepared to wash up.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the key turning and saw the door open and Cai Zongming walked in.
"You're back?" Lou Cheng was startled.
Cai Zongming chuckled: "surp sun color?"
"What a surprise, you idiot!" Lou Cheng looked behind classmate Xiao Ming in confusion, "Where are A Qiang and the others?"
"Still in Donglin, I won't return until tomorrow evening." Cai Zongming said matter-of-factly.
"Then why did you run back by yourself?" Lou Cheng asked funnyly.
Cai Zongming clicked his tongue and said: "I have a special training tomorrow morning! Besides, I already have girlfriends, so I can just help them match them up. Isn't it okay to watch the model workers show off their affection?"
"Oh..." Lou Cheng smiled mischievously to express his understanding, and said with emotion, "King of Mouth, I really didn't expect you to persist in the special training!"
Cai Zongming's face straightened:
"Of course! I'm a man of my word!"
Then, he pretended to be passionate:
"Orange, I will fill the bench next semester!" (To be continued.)