"A hundred meal tickets are a trivial matter, Luo Yang, I just hope you will be more angry, so as not to make people laugh!"

The two looked up at Luo Yang in the distance, and a nervous and worried look flashed in their eyes.

Here, in the 50th class of the accounting department, Li Hui heard that someone was making a bet, and the object of the bet was Luo Yang.

"I'll bet on fifty meal tickets and bet on Luoyang to win all three games!"

Li Hui walked over and said to Jiang Qishan.

"Huh? Another one?"

When Jiang Qishan heard this, he raised his head in surprise, collected the money with his pitcher, stared at Li Hui, and said with a sly face, "Okay, bet fifty meal tickets, don't worry, I'll write it down for you." If Luo Yang wins all three games, I will pay you 500 meal tickets, and if you win, you don't have to buy meal tickets this semester! Of course, if Luo Yang loses any game, your 50 meal tickets will be mine!"

"Yes!"

Wang Ping then wrote down Li Hui's name and bets.

Li Hui turned around and returned to his class.

I secretly thought in my heart, Luo Yang, you must fight for your breath! If you win these three people, I, Li Hui, will definitely be grateful to you at that time!

On that day, Lei Zhuang of Sanda Club once snatched his girlfriend away in front of him and beat himself hard, this hatred has always been in his heart.

Hearing that Luo Yang was going to fight against Lei Zhuang today, he naturally hoped that Luo Yang could win, which would be equivalent to avenging himself!

Although he had had some unpleasantness with Luo Yang in sports games before, it was just a game, and he had long forgotten the unhappiness that Luo Yang brought him. On the contrary, I admire Luo Yang's amazing sports talent and frank personality!

He has no problem with Luo Yang for a long time, but on the contrary, he has a faint expectation......

"Bet me fifty meal tickets!"

A tall boy, said.

"Yes, what are you betting on?" Jiang Qishan said.

"Luoyang won all three games!"

With just one sentence, Jiang Qishan's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but secretly surprise in his heart, "So many people bet on Luo Yang to win all three games, it seems that he has gained a lot today!"

"What's your name?"

"Hu Shijun! Class 45 of the Accounting Department!"

"Okay! If Luoyang wins all three games, I will return your 500 meal tickets, if not, your 50 meal tickets will belong to me!"

Jiang Qishan put away his mobile phone, with a thick look of greed on his face.

Hu Shijun reported his name, transferred the account, turned around and hurried back to his class.

As he walked, he muttered to himself, Brother Luoyang, you must not lose, you must win this round.

Last time, Zhang Lu of the Taekwondo Club beat himself up because he loved to fight and relied on his martial arts, and his body still hurts until now.

When he heard that Luo Yang was going to fight Zhang Lu just now, he immediately cheered for Luo Yang silently in his heart.

I only hope that Luo Yang can defeat Zhang Lu and take this breath for himself!

There are still bets here, and there are more and more people betting on Luoyang to lose all three games.

And there are only a few who bet on him to win!

The game started immediately, and the talk around the Dayang Taiji team has not stopped.

"It's a joke that a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people still come to participate in martial arts competitions!"

"Most of the martial arts clubs are strong boys, but most of them are old men and girls, how can this battle be fought? I think there are twenty of them, and it would be good to be able to advance to ten!"

"Ten of them, I don't think one of them can make the cut! A group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who play Tai Chi, how can they be the opponents of the regular martial arts of the strong and strong?"

"I also think that none of them can make the cut, if those three boys don't practice Tai Chi and practice a martial art casually, there may still be a chance, now? hehe, they will definitely fall to the ground as soon as they play!"

The field was full of criticism of the Dayang Taiji team, and no one thought that any of them could advance!

……

The first round of eliminations has officially begun.

In the first game, Guan Min of Sanda Club faced Jian Guisheng of Taekwondo Club.

PK results are simple and expensive.

In the second game, Cha Fengshou of the Muay Thai Club faced Sha Baiming of the Karate Club.

PK results check harvest wins.

Game 3......

……

In the eighth game, Liu Zhonghui of the Dayang Taiji Team faced Xiang Wentian of the Jeet Kune Do Martial Arts Society.

"Please!"

The old professor Liu Zhonghui made a "please" gesture to Xiang Wentian.

"Old man, should you do it first? I'm afraid I'll hurt you! I don't want others to laugh at me for bullying the elderly!"

Xiang Wentian clasped his arms in his hands, looked around, and said with disdain.

The opponent in front of him, with white hair, looked to be in his seventies.

To be honest, in the face of such an old man, he really couldn't do it.

"Hehe, old man, you better admit defeat, lest it hurt you later, and then your family will find trouble, and it will hurt other young men to finish their jobs!"

Under the stage, a student watching the battle coaxed.

"Hahaha!"

His words immediately caused countless people to laugh.

"Damn! dare to look down on us old people!"

Professor Chen clenched his fists angrily, and a look of unwillingness appeared on his face.

"You're welcome, young man!"

After speaking, Liu Lao walked with a steady pace and slowly came to Xiang Wentian.

With a move, the white crane flashed its wings, seemingly slow rather than slow, seemingly fast rather than fast, and attacked the other party.

"Hehe, come on, old man......"

In the face of Liu Lao's offensive, Xiang Wentian was dismissive.

If you don't move, even if an old man in his 70s gets a punch, what can he do?

Xiang Wentian is a master who has practiced boxing for several years, how can he be afraid of an old man who plays Tai Chi?

However, what he didn't expect was this.

The next second.

Liu Lao slapped his shoulder, and a huge force struck.

He wanted to resist, but it was too late. Originally, according to his level, if he reacted in time, this move would not be able to do anything to him.

But it was because of his light enemy that Liu Lao's palm hit him firmly.

Bang!

Xiang Wentian fell to the ground with his back facing the sky!

In the first game, Liu Zhonghui won the Dayang Taiji team!

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Liu Lao won, how is this possible?"

"Xiang Wentian is not convulsive, why can't even an old man in his seventies be beaten!"

"It's just blinding my titanium alloy dog eyes, the young man who learns Jeet Kune Do, can't beat the old man who learns Tai Chi, it's really unbelievable!"

"Isn't Tai Chi a showmanship, when did it become so awesome?"

On this side, seeing Liu Lao win, the people of the Dayang Taiji team finally showed a rare smile on their faces.

"Well played, Liu Lao, let those guys with no hair on their mouths know how powerful our Tai Chi is doing!"

Chen Lao patted Liu Lao's shoulder and said excitedly.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose my life!"

Liu Lao hurriedly said modestly.

……