Chapter 63: Something Happens
Chapter 63 Events
Zhao Heng glanced at him, ignoring his unfriendly attitude. net
"No placeγγγ
A trace of disappointment and helplessness crossed Du Ziyan's face, but Zhao Heng had already guessed her complicated feelings just now, presumably because Du Ziyan didn't want to have too much contact with Ding Sanshao, but he couldn't ignore Ding Lingling's warm invitation, so he pulled himself in to go around, thinking of this, Zhao Heng spoke without hesitation:
"Ziyan, forget if you don't have a quota, you quit and join the painting club with me."
Zhao Heng put on a posture to help Du Ziyan, and added when the latter's eyes lit up slightly: "It is a man's natural responsibility to protect women, and there is no need for girls to fight and kill, so you might as well go to the painting club with me, I think they must not have recruited enough people, and we will go to the gymnasium later." β
The association's enrollment of members lasted for three days, so Zhao Heng was not worried about missing the time.
"Yours has a point!"
Du Ziyan was overjoyed when she heard Zhao Heng's words, she knew that the latter had seen that she was entangled, so she immediately responded to Zhao Heng: "Fighting, killing, and killing does damage the image, well, let's go to the calligraphy and painting club later." Then she looked at Ding Lingling again: "Lingling, I'm not going to the boxing club." β
"Give me my spot to anyone else who is interested."
Ding Lingling's face changed drastically and glared at Zhao Heng, she did everything possible to induce Du Ziyan to participate in the Taekwonxing Club, the purpose was to create a chance for her brother to fall in love for a long time, but who knew that because of Zhao Heng, there were variables, her hatred for Zhao Heng was so strong that it was beyond measure, but she didn't want to tear her face in front of Ziyan.
"Ziyan, isn't this good?"
Ding Lingling bit her pink lip and showed a hint of embarrassment: "My brother has already notified the two of us to join the club, and also discussed with the rest of the people in charge to waive our five hundred membership dues, at this time, I told him not to join the club, it is difficult for my brother to do in the boxing club, Ziyan, I don't know how to open this mouth to my brother." β
"I remember that the association seemed to be voluntary."
Qiao Fatzi didn't forget to fall into the well: "It's not difficult for a strong man, right?" Zhao Heng can't break the rules if he doesn't have a quota to join, which is understandable and praiseworthy, but Sister Du has no interest in quitting It should have nothing to do with the rules, and this can allow other interested people to join, why not? β
"Sister Du, give me your place."
Qiao Fat Hippie smiled: "I went to practice taekwondo to lose weight, and I can also let Ding Sanshao explain to the organization, after all, there is no loss of students." His words blocked any gap in Ding Lingling, so that the latter could no longer ask Du Ziyan to stay with the excuse of being a bad person, Ding Lingling's face was quite ugly, and she sighed:
"Fatty, don't make trouble for me!"
Then she took out her mobile phone and waved it to Du Ziyan, forced a smile and said: "Ziyan, don't make a decision too quickly, I'll make a phone call with my brother, I will beg him at any cost, in short, I don't allow you to quit the Taekwonxing Club, without your company, I'm not interested in myself, you wait for me." β
Song Qingguan said very poorly: "It's not good to break the rules, right?" β
Ding Lingling glared at Song Qingguan viciously, cursed this down-and-out rich kid ten times and eight times in her heart, and then took the phone to the corner to dial, Du Ziyan looked at Zhao Heng with a calm face, and leaned on him without a trace: "Zhao Heng, thank you, you have done me a great favor again." β
Qiao Fatzi and Song Qingguan left a few meters in interest, staring at the beautiful women downstairs.
Zhao Heng smiled lightly, still light: "Actually, if you don't like it, you don't need to worry about other people's feelings and force yourself, it's you who procrastinate and suffer in the end." Then he threw out a few rebellious words: "If you don't like Ding Sanshao, just tell him how he feels." β
Song Qingguan next to him tilted his head slightly, and he would definitely advise Zhao Heng not to say this, because Ding Sanshao is definitely not easy to provoke, but in the past ten days, he has endured too many storms and life and death, and he is no longer afraid of the people or things he was worried about in the past, and he believes that the three of them will work together to break the gold.
"I'm a little weaker."
Hearing Zhao Heng's advice, Du Ziyan sighed helplessly: "Although I grew up abroad, I have always lacked the courage of Westerners to be straightforward, so in the face of their requests, I always can't bear to refuse, I feel that it doesn't matter if I am bitter, but they can't be disappointed, which is much inferior to my sister." β
Sister?
Zhao Heng thought of Du Yaqi again, and then thought of Jiang Changlong, but in the end, he still suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and did not ask how the most outstanding students of BGI were doing, and then the words were deflected: "You have to learn to refuse, you will only make yourself suffer if you blindly satisfy others, and you will hurt others in the end." β
Du Ziyan nodded: "I will work hard to grow." β
The child can be taught! A smile of relief crossed Zhao Heng's face, at this time, the South Korean boy who followed Ding Lingling glanced at him, with a kind of self-superiority of a friendly person, he pulled the collar of Xia Changfu's clothes, his eyes became cold, and he took two steps away from the crowd and looked at Zhao Heng and said, "You are Zhao Heng?" β
Zhao Heng nodded tepidly, not knowing what the stiff Chinese guy meant.
Stand by and watch.
"Listen to how good you can fight? Do you want to join our taekwondo club? I'm Park Dajie, let's live two hands? β
The South Korean boy's yin and yang strange words made the girls who passed by more frightened than their voices: "If you don't have the guts, don't join our taekwonxing club, the three young people are benevolent and soft-hearted, but I, Park Dajie, will not give you a face, I have the ability, knock me down, I will give up my position." β
"Otherwise, it's as far as you can get."
He waved his fist: "Did you hear that?" β
Arrogance.
Qiao Fat Man They laughed, and then the fat man crossed in front of Zhao Heng, who had followed Zhao Heng to learn kung fu for a few days, not because he was competitive and wanted to fight, but when he saw this guy shouting and disturbing Zhao Heng and Du Ziyan to talk about love, he was inexplicably angry and unceremoniously pushed the other party away:
"Hit the street, what kind of face do you want to give?"
The South Korean youth did not have Ding Sanshao's deep patience, the tall and sturdy guy suddenly burst out and drank lowly, his black eyes were cold, and the muscles of his chest and arms suddenly skyrocketed, and in an instant Song Qingguan was in a trance, the South Korean youth had already made a bold move, grabbed Qiao Yuncai's head with both hands and pulled it down, and then raised his knees.
Domineering knee collision, simply neat, tricky and ruthless.
The fists and feet have not been hot for ten or eight years, and there is definitely no such powerful master aura.
The fierce and powerful impact force slammed Qiao Yuncai's body that was quickly pulled down, and the head that was pressed down was hit hard, although no blood spurted out, but Qiao Yuncai still had a splitting headache, and leaned back miserably, the fat man who had studied for a few days and cut corners encountered a good hand, and was still as weak as a lamb to the slaughter.
The huge disparity in strength cannot be compensated for by ten days and a half of hard work.
As soon as he succeeded, the South Korean youth didn't wait for Du Ziyan to stop it, so he kicked Qiao Yuncai in the abdomen, wanting to give the latter an unforgettable lesson, but before he could kick out, Zhao Heng flashed out like a phantom, he directly bypassed the opponent's fists and feet, and the bodies of the two people collided intentionally or unintentionally.
"Bang!"
With a crackling sound like the collision of hard objects, the South Korean boy crashed into the huge reef like a rushing angry wave, the waves splashed everywhere, and the reef stood still, but his wave flew out upside down in an uncontrollable posture, and the painful look on his face could be seen in mid-air.
Now!
The South Korean boy fell three or four meters before falling to the ground in an indecent position with his feet facing the sky, his head hitting the thigh of a companion, and after a soft sound, he heard a muffled snort, and the two fell to the ground together, the former was still shaking his head unconsciously, and his eyes were full of gold stars blooming like ceremonial flowers.
"What?! What do you want?! β
Zhao Heng's actions first made everyone slightly stunned, and then triggered the reaction of Ding Lingling's group, Han Nan's boy's companion was Ding Lingling's pig friend and dog friend, like a vicious wolf smelling fish, pounced from all directions, and several people's sleeves were rolled up, ready to take the opportunity to beat Zhao Heng.
PS: There will be a change today, and the demonic brothers are working hard to smash the ticket HO. You will always be strong, the young marshal has been done for twenty-four days, the click is still the first, and the flowers are still the fifth; Tianjiao is even more passionate, recommending the first place for three consecutive weeks, unifying the six leagues, and rewarding the 10,000 yuan mark.
You are always at the pinnacle of creation!