Yoko came in again and looked for a while. This time I looked very carefully. But Zhang Qiusheng and the other three people all curled up in a ball to sleep, and the girls next to them were all standing to cheer for Park Cheol-ho. Daizi's eyes swept over this piece several times, but he didn't find these three people.

Park Cheol-ho has a side spin kick that hits Keiichi Kodaira on the left side of his head. Kodaira punched Park in the chest before falling to the ground, and then fell to the ground. The audience began to count the seconds: "Ten, nine, eight-". Until he counted ten seconds, Kodaira Keiichi didn't get up. The Martial Arts Hall of Xiangdong University lost.

Park Cheol-ho stood steadily, until Keichi Kodaira was carried down, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on his back. The Korean girls screamed and cried out Park Cheol-ho's name.

The war between South Korea and Japan was tragic and tragic. Zhang Qiusheng and the three of them were awakened by the screams, and they looked at each other and sighed, is it necessary to compete between classmates? There is no need to use class hatred and national hatred on this, right?

There must be some other hatred in between! Zhang Qiusheng decided to have time to ask Li Zhengnan, this classmate who is engaged in music is not at the scene today, and he doesn't know where he went.

The Korean girl slowly calmed down after a burst of excitement. After all, they won this one. Park Cheol-ho was injured though. But boys like to fight, and injuries are commonplace.

Li Mantun and Sun Buwu returned to the Chinese student pile and waited for the Japanese classmates to come to them. Zhang Qiusheng was too lazy to move, and Li and Sun also did as he pleased.

There was chaos on the side of the Martial Arts Club of Xiangdong University. They have to clean up the competition venue and send someone to send Keiichi Kodaira and Park Cheol-ho to the school infirmary. It is also necessary to select men to deal with the battle with Zhang Qiusheng below. It turned out that Kodaira Keiichi was used to deal with Zhang Qiusheng, but now that he is injured, he can only reconsider manpower.

Headache, not to mention Zhang Qiusheng, I don't know how to crack Li Mantun's toad skill alone. It turned out that he was so arrogant that he wanted to use the martial arts competition to beat Zhang Qiusheng and them, but when Daizi came to say it, he knew that they were very powerful. The three of them once stormed a gang of more than 60 samurai, and they entered and exited as if they were in a no-man's land.

It's too late to regret it now, and the regret is to ask the second boss to hang the bell and run naked. Rather than being humiliated like that, it is better to fight to the death. I can't imagine that the Korean classmates are so fierce, and they have lost a general in vain. Alas, what a headache. This is the biggest test since the establishment of the Xiangdong Martial Arts Society, involving the difference between life and death.

Not to mention that the Xiangdong Martial Arts Club has a headache. After the Korean girl's excitement subsided, she urged Zhang Qiusheng to continue telling the story. Zhang Qiusheng said that these things were too bland, and there was nothing to talk about. The girls don't agree, only plain can see the truth. How can there be so much vigorous love in this world!

Zhang Qiusheng was forced to be helpless, so he had to continue: "Later, we all went to elementary school, and we all wore red scarves and met every morning under the reflection of the morning glow. ”

One girl asked, "What about after school?" Don't you see each other after school? It's also very poetic to meet in the glow of the sunset. ”

Zhang Qiusheng said with a wry smile: "It may be that the two of them have different school hours, or their mothers take different routes to pick up and leave school." My mom used to stop by the market to buy groceries when she picked up and left school. I only met once after school, and there was no sunset when we met.

That day, maybe it was a coincidence. The mother of both children was late to pick up. I don't know why Aunt Cui is late, my mother-" Several girls interrupted Zhang Qiusheng's words at the same time: "Who is Aunt Cui?" Is that the little girl's mother? ”

Jin Shunai's whole body was shocked when she heard Zhang Qiusheng say Aunt Cui, and she looked at Zhang Qiusheng incredulously with her big crystal eyes. If the Chinese professor is right, then the mother's surname Cui can never rely on Meng Nengmeng. China, Shandong, Jinan, Chinese professor, surname Cui, all of these are impossible to rely on Meng! Could it be that what he said was true? But why can't I remember it at all?

The girl in Li Mantun's voice was very small when she spoke, and it was mixed with the noisy sound around her, Jin Shunai didn't hear it at all, she didn't even notice that the girl was talking to Li Mantun.

Others? Others didn't pay attention either. The main character is the main character on any occasion, and who would pay attention to two people who are hiding on the side and muttering softly? Even the girl who spoke to Li Mantun didn't think that her words could be heard by Zhang Qiusheng, her voice was so soft.

"I don't know what the girl thinks. The boy was because it was going to rain and his classmates at school were almost gone. He had barely walked halfway when the rain fell. The boy hurried to the eaves of a man's house to take shelter from the rain, and to his surprise, the girl was also there.

The door of the house was closed. He and the little girl sat side by side on the threshold. The boy tried to find something to say to the girl, but he couldn't think of a word. They sat silently side by side, watching the drizzle come down from the sky at an unknown height, with the sound of the rain in their ears, and the chirping of the little swallows overhead, and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. The boy thought that the little swallow was missing her mother, and the mother swallow couldn't come back because of the rain getting heavier and heavier. The two of us are also waiting for our mother, and we are waiting for our mother with Little Swallow.

They sat side by side, watching the dense rain, listening to the wind, the rain, the cry of the little swallows, and enjoying the eternal fragrance. How wonderful is this qiē? If possible, the boy was willing to sit with her forever. ”

The surrounding voices were boiling like boiling pots, but a dozen girls here were quietly listening to a plain and beautiful story. A girl whispered, "Ah, that's romantic." How nice it would be if any boy would be willing to listen to the rain with me! Other girls echoed it, or silently longed for the beauty of listening to the rain with boys.

Zhang Qiusheng, who made up this kind of beauty, didn't understand, what's the good of sitting together watching the rain and listening to the rain? It's better to go back to the house and play mahjong, or simply cover your head and sleep. He is like a mason who built a big garden for the landlord and the old rich man, with hundreds of main houses and wings, pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, but the mason just can't figure out what you want many houses for? Wouldn't it be nice to have a room that shelters from the wind and rain and can put a bed to sleep in?

The Xiangdong Martial Arts Society was finally busy and sent someone to invite Zhang Qiusheng to them. Seeing that only Li and Sun were there, he asked Zhang Qiusheng where he had gone. Li Mantun said with a grin: "Lao Zhang is cheating on the little girl." This man is more lustful than friends, leave him alone. Later, when it's his turn to play, you beat him to death, and I support you! ”

Sun Buwu also said: "Yes, I also support you strictly and beat this kid to death." Damn, pick up the girl, pick the girl, you soak you, I soak mine. Right? Yes! Then what is the reason why you attract my chick away? It doesn't make sense at all! ”

The Japanese classmate saw that these two people were not reliable at all, and what they said did not match the upcoming fight, so they had to pull them back to the most important topic in front of them: "What are your requirements for the rules of the game?" ”

It's about to be a game, and it's important to decide on the rules. But Li and Sun are now thinking about how Zhang Qiusheng attracted their chick away, and this question is the most important thing to them. As for the rules of the game, it's up to you.

The Japanese are serious, and although they see that these two people are not in tune, they still make it clear: "If you don't have a new one, then I will give you the rules of the competition with the Korean classmates just now for your reference, and you can propose amendments to this." ”

You can see the rules of the game against South Korea. Unlike a normal tournament, there is a stage, and the players compete inside the stage. This time the competition is in our usual training ground. You can also see that this court is 21 meters long and 14 meters wide, which is a little shorter and wider than a basketball court. The floor is a 20-centimeter-thick hardwood floor.

Because it is a free fight without rules, and the Korean classmates did not bring a referee and it seems that you did not bring a referee, so there is no referee for the game. The winner or loser is calculated according to the following criteria: first, as long as both sides enter the field, the game will begin; Second, if either side is knocked out or voluntarily goes out of bounds, it is considered a loss; Third, one side falls to the ground first and more than 10 seconds is considered to lose, and at the same time the ground is pressed below is regarded as the first to fall to the ground, and the countdown is subject to the number of spectators on the field.

Li Mantun said indispensably: "Okay, you can say whatever you want." After speaking, a question suddenly came to mind: "What if the audience doesn't count the seconds?" The Japanese student replied seriously: "Judging from the situation of the game just now, the audience is still willing." ”

Li Mantun simply carried it and said: "That's not necessarily, there is a case in everything." What if the audience thinks that my movements are terrastic, or that I am very handsome, or that I look very cool, or that my posture is particularly draggy, they just don't count the seconds, the purpose is to take a closer look? ”

The Japanese classmates scolded in their hearts, why is this person so narcissistic. He replied respectfully: "Then you can count the seconds yourself, as long as you approve it first." ”

Sun Buwu interjected again: "What if the audience sees me very annoying, and they get angry when they look at me, I wish I died early and overborn, and they read the seconds very fast?" For example, it doesn't take a second to count from ten to one? It doesn't matter if I press on others, but if others press on me, won't I suffer a big loss? ”

This is really pure lifting, nothing to do. The Japanese classmate was speechless, and he, like Keiichi Kodaira, regretted finding such a few challenges. But the question has to be answered: "That's up to you, you can count slowly." "That's a bit of a gamble. But you are pressed by people and can't turn over, and you still have the heart to count slowly?

No matter how hard Li and Sun tried, the game still began. Sun Buwu came on the court first, and when he walked to the middle of the field, his Japanese classmates were already warming up. The Japanese classmates are very serious, punching and kicking their legs. Sun Buwu slowly lay down three or four meters away from his Japanese classmates, supported the ground with both hands, curled up his legs and pouted high.

Someone in the audience exclaimed: "Toad Gong! Toad Gong is out again! Sun Buwu turned his head and said loudly in the direction where the voice came from: "Nonsense! I'm a frog worker. Completely independent intellectual property rights to lead the world to fight the new trend of frog gong. Toad Gong is Li Mantun's. The audience buzzed and laughed, bringing a lot of joy to the usually tense and fierce fighting arena.