"These Koreans, they're so bullies!"

Song Jie, who has always had a relatively mild temper, couldn't help but burst out when he saw his members being beaten and stood up from his seat.

was stopped by Wu Yong in time, "Sit down, everything has to follow the flow of the exchange meeting, it's just an accident." ”

"Accident?" Song Jie's face turned pale, but he was glared at by the former, so he could only sit back in his place obediently.

On the other side, those Korean students from Qingchuan Academy exchanged heads and ears, hippie smiles, although they didn't understand what they meant, but the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

The owner of the Yuan Martial Arts Hall is a man with thick eyebrows, slender eyes, slightly thin lips, and he sits on the guest seat with a golden sword, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he does not speak.

"Mr. Jin, are your students a little overdone?" Wu Yong, the teacher of the taekwondo gym, forced the anger in his heart and squeezed out a smile on his face.

The thick-eyebrow man's eyes fell on the students on the soft cushion, and he said in broken Chinese to Wu Yong on the side, "I can only blame your students for being too weak, my students are just playing normally, and they haven't done their best yet." ”

When Wu Yong heard this, his face immediately became ugly, and he was about to theorize, but he was glanced at by the school leader next to him and motioned him to retreat.

"The exchange will continue. ”

The school leader gestured to the referee.

Their own brothers were beaten, and the students of the school taekwondo club were angry one by one, scrambling to get on the field, and the attack was not light or heavy, and after a while, four or five students were carried off the field, both Korean students and students of the school taekwondo club.

What was originally an exchange meeting to promote friendship between the two schools turned into an all-martial arts parade, and some students even secretly brought tiger fingers and knocked each other on the head to the point of bleeding.

"These hateful Huaxia pigs, let me come!"

On the side of Qingchuan Academy, a tall boy wearing a headscarf and a tattoo on his neck walked out, jumped directly onto the cushion, and took advantage of the other party's lack of attention, and knocked a student of the school taekwondo club to the ground with a heavy punch and a low kick.

The kick was so powerful that the student's foot suddenly swollen high, and he was helped off the field, and when he left, he did not forget to glance at the Korean student on the field with resentment.

Off the field, the students of the school taekwondo club were red-eyed one by one, and they were excited, eager to rush up and fight each other.

Even Jiang Qing, who had been fighting all the time, also had a slightly gloomy face, and said unhappily to the fair-skinned handsome man on the side, "Ji Zaixu, your people are too ruthless, right?"

On the side, a handsome man who looked no less than a Korean first-line star, hooked a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth, and said in non-standard Chinese, "I only promise you to deal with that person, and I don't care about anything else." ”

"Damn, dead stick!" Jiang Qing scolded in his heart, his face gloomy, if he hadn't asked the other party for himself, he wouldn't have been so cowardly.

However, Ji Zaixu's words woke up Jiang Qing, and he hurriedly turned sideways to Song Jie on the side and asked, "What about Ye Chen's kid?

Song Jie's gaze swept over the field, and finally found Ye Chen's figure in a corner.

Following Song Jie's gaze, in the corner of the field, Ye Chen was clasping his hands, his gaze fell on the field, and his face did not fluctuate.

Seeing Ye Chen's calm and calm appearance from a distance, Jiang Qing, who was already holding back his anger, was even more angry, and blamed all the unhappiness on Ye Chen.

At this time, only the Korean student wearing a headscarf was left on the field, and four or five members of the school taekwondo club were defeated by him.

I saw him far away in the direction where the members of the school taekwondo club were, and compared a middle finger!

"You Chinese people, there is no one who can fight!"

The Korean student wearing a headscarf was full of pride, and made a provocative gesture at Song Jie and others, which caused a burst of boos from the audience.

"Damn, whoever goes up to clean up this stick, I really can't stand him!"

"Being abused by foreign sticks on our home field, what a bag, are the people in the school taekwondo club eating dry food?"

There was an uproar in the audience, and while dissatisfied with the Korean students, they also pointed the finger at the people of the school taekwondo club, making accusations and unpleasant words.

Those people in the school taekwondo club, one by one, drooped their heads, they had already lost very aggrieved, and now they were accused by everyone, whether it was Song Jie or Wu Yong and others, they all clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and their faces turned pale.

"I'm going to fight him!"

Suddenly, Song Jie stood up from his seat.

According to the rules of the exchange meeting, as the president of the Taekwondo club, he does not have to play.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Yong glared at him, then lowered his head and gritted his teeth, "In this exchange meeting, our taekwondo gym has already lost." ”

"No, I'm not convinced!"

Surprisingly, Song Jie didn't choose to swallow his anger, but raised his head and strode up.

"Look, it's Senior Song Jie!"

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, there was an exclamation from the audience.

There were many girls present who came for him, and the school taekwondo club was abused by Qingchuan College so much that they had no power to fight back, whether it was the members of the taekwondo club or the students in the audience, they were all demoralized and hit hard.

Song Jie came out at this time, which naturally played a role in boosting morale.

"Song Jie!"

"Song Jie!"

"Song Jie!"

In the audience, the applause was thunderous, everyone was shouting Song Jie's name, and some soft-hearted girls were almost about to cry.

All the members of the Taekwondo Club stood up, looking at the figure standing on the field from a distance, standing like a javelin, clenching their fists one after another, secretly cheering for Song Jie.

"This is your man?"

In the audience, Ji Jae-wook, the senior brother of the Korean Won Martial Arts Hall, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Song Jie on the field with interest, and asked Jiang Qing beside him.

At this time, Jiang Qing's face was gloomy, the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, and he said coldly, "You'd better beat that kid to cripple, otherwise, this matter is not over!"

Ji Zaixu's face was expressionless, and he said lightly, "That person, I will solve it for you." ”

"Let your people step down, Sega has already fought all over the juvenile detention center at the age of fifteen, and your people are not his opponents. ”

While speaking, Ji Jae-wook looked at the man wearing a headscarf on the field, looking like he was holding the chance to win.

Hearing this, Jiang Qing's face suddenly changed slightly, and it was difficult to calm down, so he stood up anxiously, but quickly sat back again, his fists clenched, and his eyes stared at Ye Chen under the field with resentment.

"Ye Chen, I will count all this on your head one by one today!"

But Ye Chen, who was watching the battle from the audience, suddenly felt a deep resentment, and immediately looked up at the audience, his eyes stayed on Jiang Qing for a second and then quickly moved away, and he redirected his attention to the two people on the field.

"This Song Jie, I'm afraid I'm going to suffer. ”

Ye Chen said lightly, although his voice was small, he was heard clearly by others, and immediately attracted several hateful glances.

Back on the field, Song Jie's face was gloomy, and after bowing to each other, he immediately pulled out his posture, first raised his legs high, like a steel whip, with a fierce sound of breaking the air, and smashed his head and face into the opponent's face.

This is not over, Song Jie just landed in one move, followed by the next move, glared at his feet, the whole person jumped up, kicked out a triple kick, the whole action was done in one go, both aggressive and appreciative.

Wu Yong on the stage couldn't help but stand up and shouted a few hellos.

Since losing to Ye Chen, Song Jie has trained harder and constantly demanded himself, and on the contrary, his skills are also improving rapidly.

Offstage.

"Shame and courage, this Song Jie is a manufacturable material. ”

Ye Chen gave a rare evaluation, and his eyes showed appreciation.

But soon, he shook his head again, "However, the true strength of that Korean student has not been fully exerted, and Song Jie still has no chance of winning." ”

Hearing Ye Chen say this, the fat man and Wang Hao also stretched their necks and looked at the stage, but apart from a series of dazzling moves, they couldn't see anything.

"It's really worthy of Senior Song, it's amazing!"

"Come on, Senior Song, it's up to you whether you can regain your dignity. ”

The audience watching, including the students of the Taekwondo Club, all clenched their fists one after another, and kept shouting in their hearts, everyone pinned their hopes on Song Jie!

However, in the next second.

Jin Shijia, who was originally retreating, suddenly showed a cruel smile on his face, stopped his body, and easily dodged Song Jie's kick, and smashed it out with a punch!