The light rain fell gently, tapping on the window sill, isolating the hustle and bustle of the outside world. Together with the five words "Sunday morning", it created a lazy atmosphere that made people not want to open their eyes or leave the bed.
Yan Xiaoling was wrapped in quilt and slept so hard that she didn't want to wake up. In her dream, she seemed to be able to forget yesterday's failure and yesterday's sadness, and no longer worry about annoying things.
She has a bad habit of sleeping intermittently, waking up from time to time to look at her mobile phone. The good thing about this is that she can turn over and fall asleep quickly.
Reluctantly opening her eyes, Yan Xiaoling took her phone into the warm bed, unlocked the screen, casually refreshed the campus forum she had browsed before, and saw a new post marked in red:
"Are there any students who want to go cheer for the martial arts club now?"
Cheer for the martial arts club? Wasn’t the competition yesterday? Am I hallucinating? Yan Xiaoling rubbed her face, clicked on the post, and saw the original poster saying:
"I watched the match between the Martial Arts Club and Shanbei. I was very excited and felt sorry for them. They played so well and still had to endure the pain of failure. I always felt that I should do something for them."
"Do any of your classmates go to the martial arts venue to show support? Right now, both men and women are welcome!"
Hmm... Yan Xiaoling swiped her thumb, scrolled down, and found a lot of replies. The more she read, the more impulsive she became. Finally, she overcame the cold in the winter morning and pulled herself out of the comfortable bed.
After putting on her long down jacket, she opened the dormitory door and ran into the biting north wind.
As a girl from Yanling, she is not used to the winter in the south at all.
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In the martial arts hall, Lou Chengnei practiced the "Zhe" formula for a while and then rested for a while. There was a certain degree of relaxation, looseness and tightness, which fully demonstrated the identity of the injured person.
During this process, he noticed that students were coming in one after another at the door. They walked to the stands on both sides and sat down in a mess.
What happened? Lou Cheng, who was giving instructions and correcting Yan Zheke's movements, became confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Flash mob?
It's not like that...
"Chengzi, look, look, there are so many classmates... We didn't have so many classmates come to watch during our previous special training." Yan Zheke also noticed something was wrong, and took advantage of her boyfriend's approach to raise her chin towards the stands.
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"Yeah, it makes me feel very nervous. I'm always afraid of making big news." Lou Cheng looked around and answered in a low voice.
At this time, Cai Zongming's gaze as he looked around happened to meet his, and he said a little excitedly: "Chengzi, did you see? There are classmates who came to watch our training, and there are so many of them! This is
The famous rhythm, this is the treatment of a strong martial artist!"
"It's not that exaggerated, is it?" Lou Cheng was surprised.
Cai Zongming was about to make up a theory that could be justified when he suddenly saw that one of the classmates who had come on Sunday morning stood up, formed a loudspeaker with his hands, and shouted to the special training members:
"come on!"
"make persistent efforts!"
The sound echoed in the slightly empty venue. Lou Cheng and others were stunned when they heard it, but they soon came to their senses and understood that this was the students expressing their support for yesterday's game.
Keep up the good work means that you played very well in the last game!
"come on!"
"make persistent efforts!"
The scattered voices became more and more orderly, and gradually merged into one. Lou Cheng and the others seemed to have been given a shot of blood, and they became more motivated and passionate.
"Quickly, take the photo!" Shu Rui's eyes were slightly red and her eyes were shining as she ordered the cameraman.
What wonderful classmates!
What a picture of love!
After everyone reluctantly dispersed and the special training was coming to an end, Shu Rui finally found the opportunity to take the post-match notes that she was too embarrassed to do yesterday.
She decided to start from the hardest level.
"Lin Que, how is your recovery from your injury? Has the 'Dark Poison Strength' been completely eliminated?" Shu Rui put on a friendly smile.
It’s not wrong to start with words of concern!
Lin Que was panting and sweating, glanced at her and said:
"secret."
Secret? Another secret! God’s secret! Shu Rui’s mouth was half-opened, and the corners of her eyes twitched.
After taking a breath, she maintained a professional smile showing eight teeth and said: "Are you afraid that the progress of your recovery from the injury will be discovered by Sanjiang College? Well, let me change the question. You are in good spirits. It seems that you have recovered from the impact of failure.
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"No." Lin Que answered seriously.
What an honest child... Shu Rui had the urge to cover her face and sigh, but she still smiled gracefully and said: "Why do you say that? It doesn't look like it?"
"Failure inspires me to move forward." Lin Que's words were concise and to the point.
What a standard answer... I feel like I've been tricked... Shu Rui watched Lin Que in silence as he turned around and walked to the locker room.
After regaining her composure, she stopped Lou Cheng and said with a smile:
"Are you in a good mood?"
"There is nothing wrong with being young." Lou Cheng laughed.
"I just like chatting with young people like you, and I feel full of vitality." Shu Rui joked, "About yesterday's game, how did you evaluate it?"
"I found the gap, um, I also saw the hope, and even set a goal." Lou Cheng said frankly and without any cover-up.
"Awesome!" Shu Rui gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised him. Without further entanglement, he turned to Yan Zheke.
"Isn't it a pity that you couldn't play yesterday?" She handed over the microphone.
Yan Zheke pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Yes."
Although I can't change anything by playing, it's still quite regrettable.
"I heard that Peng Leyun likes to jump off buildings to take shortcuts. This is a strength that can only be found in the sixth-grade Dan realm. Has Lou Cheng done anything similar before?" Shu Rui inquired.
When she asked so casually, Yan Zheke was startled and almost looked stunned.
Did Reporter Shu ask that on purpose? On purpose?
Cheng Zi just held me and experienced the excitement last night. She came to ask about it this morning. Is it too coincidental?
Did someone see it last night and break the news?
"This kind of thing..." She looked at Shu Rui suspiciously, then raised her dimples and said with a sweet smile, "Dangerous moves, good kids don't imitate them! Well, that's it."
Uh... Shu Rui was confused by Yan Zheke's answer.
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In the rush to catch up on missed homework, the time came to December 28, Saturday at three o'clock in the afternoon.
Songcheng University Martial Arts Club will challenge Sanjiang University Martial Arts Club in an away game on Sunday. If they fail, they will miss the finals of this year's Martial Arts Tournament!
Putting caution first, they packed their luggage and gathered at the school bus station, intending to set off a day early and spend the whole night resting to recharge their batteries so as not to be affected by the rush of travel.
In front of the specially brought bus, Shu Rui stood at the door, holding a microphone, with the camera as the background, and said to Lou Cheng, Lin Que and others:
"We're going on an expedition again, don't you say something?"
What should I say? Just as Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke were thinking, Xiao Ming's eyes lit up, he patted his shoulders one by one, and whispered something.
Then, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke put their arms around each other's shoulders. Next to Yan Zheke was He Zi, and next to He Zi was Mu Jinnian. They went out one by one. Everyone participated, and their movements were uniform, forming an arc.
They half-hunched their backs and shouted in unison:
"We want to win!"
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December 29, Sunday, 2:50 pm, inside the martial arts venue of Sanjiang University.
In the home team's locker room, Qu Hui, wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat, looked around Luo Haize, Yin Xiangxi and others, and said with a solemn expression:
"Lou Cheng's internal injuries have not recovered yet, and Lin Que is affected by the residual influence of the 'Dark Poison', and his condition is definitely not at its peak. This is our chance!"
"I have to admit that no matter what industry or circle you are in, luck is a very important thing, and this time, it belongs to us. If we hadn't encountered Songda in the second round, if Songda hadn't fought so fiercely,
We originally had little hope, but now, we have a great chance of winning!"
"Since we have a great chance of winning, we can't miss it, and we can't be unable to grasp it because of our own mistakes!"
"There is an old saying that if God doesn't take what he wants, he will suffer the consequences."
If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences... Luo Haize, Yin Xiangxi and others silently recited these eight words, and their blood boiled when the president said it.
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In the visiting team's locker room, Old Man Shi looked at Lou Cheng and Lin Que, let out a laugh, and asked:
"You two brats, can you go out to fight?"
Lou Cheng and Lin Que didn't look at each other, but they shouted at the same time: