Martial Arts Master

In the jubilant office, Guo Qing knocked on the table and shouted with a smile on his face: "Senior Sister Lin, Senior Sister Lin, tell us about the current situation of the Martial Arts Club of Guannan Academy!"

Lin Hua has a best friend who is studying at Guannan College, and she would tell her some relevant information from time to time. At this time, she organized her words while thinking: "Gu Yue is a senior, and he is still a ninth grader. It is a relatively powerful kind. Yes, Fei Sanli is said to be close to the level of professional nine, but he has not yet participated in the qualifying competition, no one knows if he will succeed. Ji Lan got the certificate of industry one in June, and the highest newcomer is industry two .”

Hearing the current situation of Guannan College, Li Mao, Sun Jian and others were in a daze, suddenly dreaming.

A year has passed, Ji Lan has been promoted by one rank, Fei Sanli has advanced by half a step, and although Guyue is stronger, he still cannot touch the threshold of the alchemy realm. This is the change of a normal university martial arts club. Professional nine, one industry, a few second industries and three industries, turned into a double-dan realm with quasi-professional nine and several first and second industries. It doesn't seem to be real.

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Inside the Martial Arts Club of Guannan College.

As soon as she saw the lottery result, Ji Lan blurted out, full of fear and frustration:

"Is it such a coincidence?"

He even got last year's opponent, Songda!

"Fuck!" Guyue puffed up his muscles, shook his clothes, grabbed the cup on the table, and fell to the ground.

Amid the crackling sound, several new team members flinched back, trembling, not daring to face the president's anger.

When Guyue strode away with his long legs, Fei Sanli touched his bald head and said with a wry smile:

"That's it for this year. I'd better participate in next week's Professional Ninth Ranking Competition. I can't waste time. Let's go, let's go."

He waved his hand and walked out of the office, leaving behind the stiff newcomer and Ji Lan clenching his teeth.

"Ji Lan, think about the strength of Songda's substitute players. Against us, they will definitely not let Lou Cheng and Lin Que go together." Coach Gu Zhen stroked his gray hair and sighed.

Ji Lan slowed down, took out her mobile phone, opened the notepad, and read weakly:

"Li Mao, first-rank amateur; Sun Jian, first-rank amateur; Yan Zheke, second-rank amateur, but did not participate in the amateur competition in September; Lin Hua, second-rank amateur; Cai Zongming, second-rank amateur; He Zi, amateur Second rank; Wang Dali, second rank amateur; Jinlu, second rank amateur; Guo Qing, third rank amateur; Mu Jinnian, third rank amateur..."

After finishing reading, she silently added a sentence in her heart:

As for the main force, Lou Cheng belongs to the rank eight of the seventh rank, and Lin Que exceeds the normal rank eight alchemy. This is the configuration of the top four in the finals!

How can I fight this?

friendship first, competition later?

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The autumn is crisp and the night wind is clear.

Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke strolled along the lakeside hand in hand. They were in a good mood because of the result of the lottery just now. While recalling the past of last year, they looked forward to the future and outlined their dreams.

The breeze was blowing, and the water was calm. After talking about this matter, Lou Cheng was about to take a step when he suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled weakly by the girl.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a smile.

Keke like this is rare.

Yan Zheke was wearing Loucheng's coat, her glossy black hair hung down to her vest, her face was clean and petite, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she pursed her lips timidly, "Chengzi, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Lou Cheng was confused.

"I don't want to participate in next week's Ninth Professional Competition..." Yan Zheke said with erratic eyes. It’s going to be a week earlier, and I’m afraid I won’t have time to recover, so I can’t put the cart before the horse.”

According to my original temperament and style of doing things, I should have communicated with Cheng Zi about this matter rationally and calmly, but for some reason, when the words came to my lips, I felt inexplicably guilty and guilty.

Throw the table! How guilty am I, what guilty conscience!

When he heard about the adjustment of the schedule, Lou Cheng had a premonition in this regard, which was not surprising, and agreed with a smile:

"It should be. The Professional Ninth Tournament has to be played for two weeks and four days. There are three high-level battles every day. The intensity is too great. You don't have abnormal physical strength like me. You will definitely not be able to recover in a week."

Having said that, I still feel a little disappointed and regretful. I have been back to Songcheng for two months, and I have no space to get along with Keke in privacy. If I can't participate in the professional nine-time competition, I can't go openly to open a room. Cough...

Thinking of this, in order to show that he has no grievances, Lou Cheng added another sentence and said with a smile:

"Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future."

Yan Zheke turned her head angrily and amusedly, spat, and slapped him with her hands:

"what are you talking about!"

"I said there are plenty of chances in the Professional Ninth Ranking Competition..." Lou Cheng chuckled.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Zheke suddenly stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, kissed the corner of his lips, and said in a delicate voice on purpose:

"Honey, you are so kind~"

Her cheeks were dizzy, and after the kiss, she turned her head and ran away, shaking her hands, letting out crisp laughter all the way.

Lou Cheng was stunned for two or three seconds, subconsciously touched the corner of his lips, then smiled, and strode to catch up.

Only at this time, after going through a lot of things, and becoming more and more stable and mature, can I see the nineteen-year-old boy in my heart.

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Back to the dormitory briskly, and pushed open the door, Yan Zheke pre-emptively said to avoid being ridiculed by Li Liantong: "Foul Tong, are you still endorsing the book at such a late hour?"

Li Liantong screamed: "I don't want to either!"

"It's a sophomore year, and there are more and more professional courses, and it's getting more and more difficult. Damn, that long list of Latin-translated words will kill me!"

Yan Zheke felt the same way, she pursed her lips and said, "So do we! Just listening to lectures is not enough. We used to be able to go out once a week, but now we only have free time in two or three weeks."

Of course, this means maintaining the top five percent. If you just want to graduate and get a diploma, you just need to listen to the lectures, review carefully before the exam, and do whatever you want.

Hey...the date with Cheng Zi is more in the study room and library recently...

"Only go out to play once in two or three weeks? Can your orange bear it?" Li Liantong turned his head in surprise, and habitually started the car.

"What can't help it! We meet every day!" Yan Zheke pretended not to understand.

Li Liantong said, "You guys have been in love for almost nine months now, isn't it making any progress? I don't believe that your orange is a monk! As for a man, once he has a breakthrough, he will be young and vigorous again. , must be very eager and enthusiastic..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Zheke picked up the landline that became a decoration, and said in a bad manner:

"Hey, is Yaoyaoling? There is a female hooligan here!"

The conversation between the two made Shi Xiangyang and Zong Yanru want to laugh. The latter had the best relationship with Yan Zheke, so he hurriedly changed the topic: "Foul Tong, I think what you said is wrong. What's wrong with the monk? I remember Water Margin The biography is still written in some book, one word is monk, two characters are monk, three characters are ghost music officials, and four characters are hungry ghosts in color."

Li Liantong nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, there are a lot of monk themes!"

Yan Zheke breathed a sigh of relief when the firepower shifted. While listening to their nonsense, she took out her mobile phone, replied to Loucheng's news, and checked the forum to see what everyone thought about the lottery result.

In Lou Cheng's fan forum, "Long Night is Coming" Yan Xiaoling pinned her post with the title "Martial Dao Club Draw Feedback Live!"

She wrote in the main building: "Crying, because there is a filming, I dare not go, no, cross it out, because I am not a member of the special training, I can not enter the office, but this baby is undercover, please go ahead Reporter box classmate, no, the cat reporter in front of him 'many little tall' sent a report~"

On the second floor, "Many Xiao Gao" posted:

"...When he was drawn to Guannan College, Lou Cheng looked at Senior Sister Yan for the twenty-eighth time tonight, and Senior Sister Yan also looked back at him for the twenty-eighth time."

where? Yan Zheke opened her mouth wrongly, looked up, recalled the situation at night, and counted it carefully.

lie! Obviously only nineteen times!

She moved her eyes down and continued to look at the "report": "... Lin Que closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and remained expressionless as always; Jin Jin kept peeking at him, kept watching, kept watching; President Cai Zongming Happily chatting with senior brother Li Mao, the chatter made him want to cover his ears several times; reporter Shu seemed to be a shark smelling blood, his eyes moved from one to that, and from that to this; Hugged Senior Sister Lin Hua; Coach Shi drank all the wine, turned the small pot upside down, kept shaking, kept shaking, and didn't shake out an extra drop, out of the situation..."

Looking at the descriptions of these bystanders, Yan Zheke's smile never faded, and her heart was filled with a warm feeling.

This is our martial arts club, our...

"Then what about you cat reporter?" "Dragon King Unrivaled" asked curiously.

"A lot of little talls" replied: "Meow meow?"

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During the busy and fulfilling days, the footsteps of the University Martial Arts Club got closer and closer, and finally, that Saturday came.

Mu Jinnian and Yan Xiaoling, who failed to enter the competition squad, came to the venue together, and saw that the place was crowded with many, many classmates.

"I'm so excited, the home game!" Yan Xiaoling took advantage of her short stature and jumped up and down the stands to find her seat.

Mu Jinnian was wearing a loose martial arts uniform with a white background and black border, and was carrying a backpack. When he sat firmly, he took out a banner with the word "Lin Que" written on it, a small trumpet inflatable hammer and other cheering tools from it.

"Ah...Jinjin, did you prepare these?" Yan Xiaoling asked dumbfounded.

"Shouldn't you be prepared?" Mu Jinnian looked at her suspiciously, "You are not prepared? Are you not a professional fan?"

"I, I'm so excited... By the way, I have to help Miss Xiaowen!" Yan Xiaoling was ashamed and ran away from her seat.

Fanfan, Dragon King, Jun Okamoto, Bull Demon King, Innocence, Qiqi... I am ashamed of the forum!

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In the locker room of the home team, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke sat side by side at the end of the bench, with their backs against the wall, closed their eyes, and waited for their appearance.

He vaguely heard the sound of cheering and shouting outside, and couldn't help recalling the situation at home last time.

That time, they lost to the Wensheng faction and Zhou Zhengquan, but everyone was not disappointed. Instead, they shouted the slogan "Come again next time" in unison.

As his thoughts turned, he found that the shouts outside became more and more orderly and louder.

What are they shouting about? Lou Cheng tilted his ears curiously, concentrating his listening.

The voice suddenly became clear, and the mountains roared and the tsunami took shape:

"we are coming!"

"we are coming!"

Come back next time... are we coming? Lou Cheng suddenly understood what the students meant, this was a continuation of the last cheer! This is the answer to the past!

He warmed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Yes, here we are!

Keep you waiting for a long time!