The students' eyes are bright, and they all have a scale in their hearts.

The score of the defeat of the Martial Arts Club is 1 to 3, not 2 to 3, this score is not a pity, and it is not at all a change of one person on the field that can reverse the victory or defeat.

What's more, judging from the scene, the gap between the two sides is really a bit big.

In the game where the martial arts club won, it was the main general Cheng Jun who appeared, and even so, it was only a narrow victory.

Among the three wins of the Taekwondo Club, except for the first one, the other two were crushing games, and there was no suspense in winning, and it was desperately strong.

Even the martial arts club even used Tian Ji horse racing, with the weakest against the opponent's strongest, and the strongest against the opponent's second strongest, but it was the Taekwondo Club, which disdained to use this strategy at all to win the dignified.

In other words, who is strong and who is weak, don't you have a little pressure in mind?

Are you embarrassed to leave the responsibility for losing to someone else?

Do you dare to make a face?

Of course, Wu Longwei and Cheng Jun and the others wanted faces, but they had no choice.

And they know that the Martial Arts Club has become the signboard of Sioux City Middle School, the honor and symbol of Sioux City Middle School, and as long as the school leaders are not stupid, they know how to choose between sacrificing a student and damaging the reputation of the Martial Arts Club.

More than half a year ago, when the vice president of the Martial Arts Club competed, this choice had already been made once, and it was only natural to do it again.

Sure enough, the school leaders on the rostrum began to talk about how to deal with the matter.

"I'm sorry, excuse me, the winner this time should be us, right?

Strange words rang out, and Park Geum-dae, the coach from the Bangguo Taekwondo Club, sounded.

With a smile on his face and an unruly look around the audience, he told everyone that today they are the winners, and they are the protagonists here.

This expression was so infuriating that the students couldn't help but feel very depressed, but because of the failure of the martial arts club, they couldn't get angry.

Wu Longwei's expression was ugly, and he said stubbornly: "Our martial arts club originally had a national champion, but he couldn't play because of an accidental injury......

"You can simply tell us that we won this game, and you don't recognize this result!"

Park Jindae's language suddenly became tougher, even with some aggressive flavors.

If you admit it, the Martial Arts Club will forever bear the shame of losing to the Stick Country Taekwondo Club.

If you don't admit it, it seems that you can't explain it to the other party at all, and the pot that you lost hasn't let Gu Cheng betray it.

It would be nice if there weren't so many audiences, in that case, Wu Longwei could admit defeat to the other party in private, and when the other party left, the martial arts club could build himself into a tragic hero who was still glorious despite defeat, and then attribute the reason for the failure to Gu Cheng's head, and finally find a soft persimmon to pinch and reshape the glory of the martial arts club.

He was torn between how to answer.

"Huh!"

Park Jinda directly thumbs it down, makes an internationally accepted insulting gesture, and sneers: "The martial arts club ranked No. 1 in the Huaguo middle school world, but so, it is embarrassing! Huaguo martial arts is even more vain, vulnerable, far inferior to my national skill taekwondo! Ridiculous and ridiculous!"

As soon as the words fell, the members of the Bangguo Taekwondo Club all laughed wildly, and their contempt was overflowing.

The main purpose of their trip was to make Taekwondo superior to the Chinese martial arts, and for this purpose they collected a lot of information, studied all the members of the martial arts club of Sioux City High School from head to toe, and conducted targeted training for three months.

During this period of time, the martial arts club of Sioux City Middle School is what to do, pickling up girls, playing handsome, bullying people, and bullying people.

Now, their purpose has been accomplished, and they can express their arrogance and shame to their heart's content.

"I don't dare to admit it if I lose, it's shameless!"

"The Chinese martial arts community has been arrogant for too long! This is the battle for the proper name of our national taekwondo!"

"Martial arts are all about fists and embroidered legs, which are only suitable for performing for fun, and they are not elegant at all!"

These naked insults made the members of the martial arts club embarrassed and indignant, but they suffered from a lack of confidence and were difficult to refute.

The students present were enthusiastic one by one, shouting and scolding, setting off a wave of voices, and soon overwhelmed the voices of the people of the base.

However, people just hugged their chests like that, raised their heads, their faces were full of disdain, and there were all kinds of contempt in their eyes, and the students' scolding gradually became smaller, even if they were unwilling, they couldn't help it.

It's all to blame for the martial arts club's lack of courage!

"Scold! Keep scolding! Or thousands of you rush down together, and the drowning will drown us! Come on! We don't mind!"

Seeing that the sound gradually stopped, the people of the stick country began a new round of provocation.

There were students who wanted to do this, but they were dissuaded by others.

"You can only admit that your skills are not as good as others! Taekwondo is stronger than martial arts! Unless someone of you can defeat our president Huang Longchang one-on-one, otherwise, I know that you are not convinced, but you can't accept it!"

Listening to the provocation of the stick countrymen, the students' eyes lit up at the same time.

"Cheng Jun, what are you waiting for! Defeat that shit Huang Longchang! Take back the glory that belongs to the Martial Arts Club and belongs to the Huaguo martial arts!"

In this case, only Cheng Jun can go up! He was the only one in the martial arts club who won just now, and the people of the stick country didn't say that those who had played on the field couldn't play again.

The members of the Taekwondo Club looked at Cheng Jun at the same time, with a provocation in their eyes, as if they were still looking forward to it.

For the study of Cheng Jun, they have done the most and done the most in-depth, and they are confident that Huang Longchang will win against Cheng Jun!

"Cheng Jun! Originally, we had a chance to compete just now, but you have to play some ridiculous Tianji horse racing! Come on! Have a good fight! If you win, we will retract what we just said and apologize to you, if you lose, you have to admit it yourself, Huaguo martial arts are not as good as taekwondo!"

Huang Longchang personally challenged Cheng Jun with high morale.

Cheng Jun originally planned to fight Huang Longchang, but after listening to it, he hesitated and retreated.

Because he can't afford to fail!

He is a person who wants to mix in the martial arts world for a lifetime, and if he personally says that martial arts are not as good as taekwondo or something like that, then this stain will accompany him for the rest of his life, and he will definitely not be able to gain a foothold in the martial arts world again.

He regarded his gains and losses as more important than the glory of the Martial Arts Society, he was such a person, and last time he didn't dare to fight Gu Cheng because he was worried that Wu Chonghui would misunderstand, and the honor and disgrace of the Martial Arts Society were not in his consideration at all.

So, even if the whole audience was shouting his name, he was determined to be a turtle with a shrunken head and resist death.

The students were disappointed, and the people laughed arrogantly.

"Huaguo martial arts, but that's it!"

"The so-called martial arts are not worth mentioning!"

"Today should be the prestige of our country!"

Just as the students were immersed in the shame, a voice rang out.

"I'm here to meet the so-called Stick Country Taekwondo master!"