Martial Arts Master Chapter 211: Soldiers never tire of fraud

"Win back at the end!"

When he heard Lou Cheng's words, Lin Que didn't speak any more, only nodded slightly, but the disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes had faded away, and the intensified but absolutely pure fighting spirit was rekindled.

At this time, Sun Jian walked up to the two of them and said half-jokingly and half-self-deprecating:

"I have always said that the presence of the two of you at the same time will deprive me of my chance to play, but now I hope you two will not let me have such a chance to play..."

If it is an online chat, he would like to have a "laughing and crying" emoticon.

Lou Cheng was almost amused by him, and deliberately said seriously:

"Fight hard and enjoy the greeting of the ninth professional class."

Enjoy? Sun Jian shuddered coldly, and looked up at Zhuo Yanjun, whose face was not red and breathless, there was an illusion that a frog was about to challenge a poisonous snake.

How to play the 9th rank of a strong professional who is almost intact?

This is not enjoyment, it's abuse!

However, if you don't face the ninth professional class like this, how can you clearly understand your own problems? How dare you face your father during the graduation season?

He took a breath and stretched out his right hand to Lin Que.

Lin Que's expression returned to indifference, but still raised his arm and struck Sun Jian with the right palm.

He from the Department of Psychology knows very well that similar rituals are all about fostering a sense of community and enhancing cohesion, but he is unwilling to expose and exclude himself.

Sun Jian crossed the two companions, followed the stone steps and climbed to the ring. Although he was not as nervous as Li Mao, he still couldn't help playing drums.

The strength gap between myself and Zhuo Yanjun can't be filled by shouting slogans and splashing blood.

When Chen Changhua challenged Lin Que last year, he was already considered to be the best in the amateur class. He felt so good that he wanted to participate in the professional pre-qualified competition. In the end, he lost his temper and lost completely. After that, he practiced hard For more than half a year, it was not until the end of last month that he succeeded in breaking through and obtained the coveted ninth-grade professional certificate.

Zhuo Yanjun was judged to be a strong ninth grade, and his strength should be similar to that of Lin Que last semester, even a little bit stronger, but now she writes as an amateur grade three and reads as an amateur grade two, better than that At that time, Chen Changhua was still a lot weaker, one increase and one decrease, the gap can be imagined!

Forget it, play style, play spirit... Sun Jian relieved himself and set his posture.

When the referee announced the start, he did not play games as scheduled, and unexpectedly made an attack. With a bent back and knees, the tiger rushed down the mountain.

Although Zhuo Yanjun did not expect such a change, but the strength was there, he was full of confidence, and he stepped forward without being alarmed, blocking the path of Sun Jian's footwork change, and his right shoulder exploded. The arms split like a sword.

Slap! The muscles of Sun Jian's right arm swelled and shook with force. His fist slammed out fiercely, blocking the opponent's chopping with a bang.

At this moment, he snapped his joints, made an inch of strength, opened his five fingers, changed his fist into a grasp, and grabbed Zhuo Yanjun's forearm between the sparks and fire.

Split flowers and brush willow hands!

Zhuo Yanjun's arm softened and turned into noodles, followed by a vigorous shake, and tightened into a sword and an iron rod. He directly threw out Sun Jian's grasping fingers, and turned sideways with his abdominal muscles. The bulge, the fascia tugged, turning the left elbow into a short sword, and stabled out sharply.

This is the fusion of Fei Liuquan's "continuous" and Xuanshui swordsmanship's "close stabbing". The fight is fast, fast and extremely compact.

Sun Jian didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't have time to use his feet to exert strength, so he could barely drive his shoulders and swing his arms.

Boom! He was beaten back a step back, but Zhuo Yan Jun was unforgiving, "continuously" made a move, making him rushed in just a few strokes, and finally was stabbed in the chest with a sword, almost closing his breath in pain.

"The fifth game, Zhuo Yanjun wins!"

"Final victory, Donglin team wins!"

The referee's announcement silenced Zhang Jingye and others, in exchange for the reserved applause of the home audience.

Huh... Lou Cheng and Yan Zike breathed out together, their expressions a little gloomy.

Although this is an expected loss, although there is still a chance of a comeback, losing is losing, and the result will not make people happy.

Seeing the live reporter from Donglin TV station coming over, Lou Cheng was so busy, he turned his head and asked Yan Zheke: "Is my expression okay?"

"No!" Yan Zheke pursed her lips, her eyes bright, "Come on~!"

"Yeah." Lou Cheng took off the large white towel he was wearing and stood up.

"Hello, classmate Lou Cheng, this is Zhang Hai, a reporter from Donglin TV Station, can I interview you a few words?" The reporter comrade said the same opening remarks.

Lou Cheng did not hide the gloom of failure:

"Yes."

Zhang Hai is a young man in his twenties. He looks quite friendly. He smiled and said:

"Student Lou Cheng, you played well enough today. If you say the full score is 10, I will give you nine points."

"I have read your information. This should be your first encounter with the Eight-Rank Pill Realm in good condition. What do you think?"

Lou Cheng pretended to ponder: "It's very strong, all aspects are suppressed, but I think I can perform better."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Zhang Hai asked with interest.

Lou Cheng smiled bitterly: "It may be that I care too much, and I don’t have much experience. I played in a hurry in the first game. I always thought about solving the opponent. Not only did I make a lot of mistakes, but also I brought my emotions to the second scene and failed to make a better choice at the critical moment."

He didn't expose Hou Yue's ability, and pretended to be at a loss, so that in the next game, the East Riding Team would still use this as one of its reliance.

Soldiers are not tired of fraud!

"I understand, you have only studied at Wuhan University for half a year. It is normal for you to lack experience, don't worry too much." Zhang Hai relieved and continued to ask questions according to the outline.

After a few questions, he politely stopped and went to interview Lin Que.

Lou Cheng stepped back two steps, leaned against Yan Zheke, and said in a low voice: "Keke, how did I behave just now?"

Will someone be seen lying? Will the Donglin team be wary?

Yan Zheke Liwu highlighted, smiled and nodded: "Very sincere and true."

Speaking of this, her eyes flowed and she smiled and said, "I feel like you can lie! Will you lie to me like this in the future?"

This... Lou Cheng's mouth was half open, and he was speechless.

This is very different from his expected answer!

Should I be praised?

And you taught me this deception strategy!

I feel like I've been routine again...

While his thoughts turned, he laughed and said: "How can I hide my careful thoughts from Coach Yan? I lie to no one and dare not lie to you!"

"Hmm." Yan Zheke nodded first, and then said with a stern face, "If anyone dare to lie to me? Say, which girl do you want to lie!"

These are all routines... Lou Cheng is dumbfounded and dare not take the conversation casually.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Yan Zike finally couldn't help but laughed, and completely calmed down the depression of today's regretful failure.

Silly oranges are so cute!

On the other side, Zhang Hai stood opposite Lin Que, said the opening remarks as usual, and then asked:

"Student Lin Que, how do you feel about the continuous outbreak of the Eight-Rank Pill Realm today?"

Lin Que took the white towel for wiping off sweat and said plainly:

"Very strong."

I really cherish words like gold... Zhang Hai kept smiling and said: "Then how do you evaluate your own performance?"

"Lost." Lin Que spit out two words and turned to the visiting team's locker room.

Lost? What is the answer? I am asking about evaluation! Zhang Hai was confused.

Yan Zheke not far away sighed and whispered to Lou Cheng:

"In my brother's dictionary, losing means bad."

If you lose, you are bad... Lou Cheng couldn't help chewing this sentence.

Although I will hate any failure, it is impossible to be as extreme as Lin Que.

It's really different people with different personalities...

Thinking of this, he sympathized with poor reporter Zhang a little, and interviewing his brother needs an interpreter...

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The road to return is still running around. When the Budo Club and the group returned to the new campus of Songda University, it was close to nine o'clock in the evening. On the way, they ate a high-speed rail meal for convenience.

Seeing that Yan Zheke could not hide his exhaustion, Lou Cheng did not abduct her to go for a walk by the lake, holding the girl's hand, walking slowly on the pedestrian street, and aiming for three dormitories.

As he approached the door, he thought that the bonus had already been credited and he could buy the ring, so he began to consider his tone and prepared to invite Yan Zheke to go shopping tomorrow.

With the current closeness of the two, there was no need to speak so solemnly on a date, but Lou Cheng hoped for a surprise, so he was considering what excuses he could find.

Yan Zheke looked up, a little shy and a little embarrassed, wondering if she should take the initiative to propose a date tomorrow, and took the opportunity to buy an orange to buy a ring, and give him a surprise.

If you propose, what should you say?

Just as she pursed her lips and looked to the side, when she was about to speak, she suddenly heard Lou Cheng smile and say: "Ke Ke, will you accompany me to go shopping tomorrow? Didn't my martial arts shoes break again before? Make up one or two pairs..."

Before Lou Cheng finished his excuses, he saw Yan Zike smile and robbed the lights of the surrounding street lights.

"Okay~"

"Hmm!" Lou Cheng didn't know why the girl laughed so happily, but he couldn't help but laugh.

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Back to the dormitory, Lou Cheng found that the small dormitory was empty, and immediately understood that Zhao Qiang and the others would spend a day in Donglin for a friendship.

"Hey, only girls can make A Qiang give up studying for a short time." He smiled and shook his head, holding the thermos, and walked out of the small bedroom, ready to wash.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the key twisting, and seeing the door open, Cai Zongming walked in.

"Are you back?" Lou Cheng was taken aback.

Cai Zongming smiled: "surprise?"

"Surprise you a ghost!" Lou Cheng looked at the back of classmate Xiao Ming suspiciously~IndoMTL.com~Aqiang and the others? "

"It's still east, and I won't return until tomorrow night." Cai Zongming took it for granted.

"Then why did you run back by yourself?" Lou Cheng asked with a laugh.

Tsai Zongming tut: "I have special training tomorrow morning! Besides, I have a girlfriend, so I can help them match up. Isn't it okay to see the love of the model worker?"

"Oh..." Lou Cheng smirked and expressed his understanding, and said with emotion, "The mouth king, I really didn't expect you to stick to the special training!"

Cai Zongming's face is straight:

"Of course! I am a person who does what I say!"

Then he pretended to be passionate and authentic:

"Orange, I will make up for the next semester's bench!" (To be continued.) ()