Chapter 91: Gardenia Blossoms

This matter seems to be nothing at first, but in fact, Yang Guang clearly feels the importance of strength.

If he was still a martial artist, maybe these people would be unwilling to want to take revenge. But Yang Guang was already fighting in martial arts, and they even lost the desire to take revenge, but thought that Yang Guang spared their lives.

Because in their cognition, no one can care if they kill people in martial arts, but if they die, they can't be resurrected.

In the final analysis, existences above the level of martial arts are really two worlds from ordinary people. Just like immortals, ordinary people sometimes show their true bodies and reveal their true spirits when they worship, but it is impossible for them to live with mortals.

In the same way, the existence of martial arts and above is also like immortals, that is to say, their myths and legends are spread among ordinary people, but they are basically difficult to access.

Unless that level is involved.

Let's just say that there are too many private martial arts halls in the country, but the existence of martial arts level must be enshrined. Want to make offerings teach? Yes, but it depends on sincerity.

Sincerity is money, or the equivalent resources required by a warrior.

…

After that, Yang Guang went home, he didn't always remember this episode, and he would take the initiative to forget it after a while. Unless those people appear in front of him.

As for the cause of the incident, it could have been avoided.

Yang Guang's performance at that time in the martial arts school was indeed indifferent, but it also fully showed that Yang Guang was a little too conceited at present, and even had a sense of pride that did not put these people in his eyes.

He was right, because he had observed all the martial arts candidates, and absolutely none of them had broken through the martial arts. Even if it was Qin Hai's veteran martial arts, he shouldn't be an opponent in front of him.

Doesn't he know pride?

Pride is OK, but pride is not.

As the saying goes: a man must not be proud, but he must not be proud.

Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind.

In fact, this should not have happened, and Yang Guang should have learned a lesson.

Martial arts is still a long way, so let's do it and cherish it.

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The next day.

The martial arts exam has officially begun, and as for the liberal arts exam, you have to wait until all the senior high school candidates are together. However, the cultural achievements are actually useless, just a reference.

is still the same sentence, as long as the qi and blood number reaches the standard, and the conduct of the martial arts candidates is not too problematic, they can be admitted to the martial arts university.

Otherwise, no matter how good your liberal arts grades are, you can only be a liberal arts student. In terms of cultural achievements, the vast majority of martial arts candidates will not be able to enter Wuke University.

Yang Guang came to the Hongcheng Martial Arts School early in the morning, and it was okay to stay at home anyway. What's more, a text message from Zhao Lingling made him come here in advance, and the girl seemed to have something to say to him.

If the other party didn't invite, he didn't know how to face Zhao Lingling, there was always a little awkwardness, and a sense of alienation for no reason.

"Here." Yang Guang was on the playground of Hongcheng Martial Arts School when he heard Zhao Lingling shouting at him, and he also looked over.

I was stunned for a moment.

Yang Guangxian doesn't care about the things in his previous life, just take the things in this parallel time and space, he should be quite familiar with Zhao Lingling's lesbian table, and he also knows very well that the other party is very beautiful.

But when she was at school, she often wore a neat ponytail and tied her hair with an ordinary rubber band hairband. Most of the time they wear school uniforms, and occasionally they wear some youthful and comfortable clothes like the little girl next door.

She sometimes smuggled like a woman, even if she occasionally became very gentle and considerate. Sometimes her free and unpretentious may be one of the reasons for attracting Yang Guang.

But what to say now?

He found that the good-looking girl suddenly transformed into a goddess.

And just overnight.

When we met yesterday, she was still dressed as before, but today Zhao Lingling put on light makeup, and her delicate little mouth was also rubbed with a layer of light red lipstick.

Especially her knee-high floral dress, which looks too ladylike and too gentle, makes people have an urge to hold her in her arms. Her eyes also looked bright, and her whole person was shrouded in warm morning light, shining brightly.

She stood in the center of the crowd, staring at Yang Guang alone with a pair of beautiful eyes, revealing that signature smile.

It's like a white gardenia blooming only for him.

And the flower language of gardenia is: strong, eternal love, a lifetime of waiting.

At this moment, Yang Guang's heart, which he thought was relatively closed, moved involuntarily. For the first time, he didn't dare to look directly at Zhao Lingling's eyes that showed expectation.

Even if Yang Guang achieved martial arts, at this moment, he inexplicably felt ashamed.

As if he wasn't worthy of her, he couldn't even stand by her side and protect him.

The distance between them is so close, and yet so far away.

Does this count as love?

Yang Guang didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it.

So, he forcibly soothed that restless heart, and after a long time, he asked Zhao Lingling with a calm attitude: "At the same table, what are you looking for me?" ”

When he said this, Yang Guang also remembered a very famous folk song in his previous life.

It's called "You at the Table".

One of them seems to be his reincarnation and fate: "Who marries the sentimental you, who comforts the crying you." Who put your long hair up, who made you a wedding dress. ”

Goodbye, it may be the end of the world.

……

The two of them were about to find a quieter place, but as they walked, they came to a large tree surrounded by three long wooden benches, which was a place for the students to rest.

It was still early, and there were no candidates around who were in contact with the students of the martial arts school itself. Moreover, most of the students in the martial arts school are on vacation, making room for the martial arts candidates to take the exam.

After the two of them glanced at each other, they seemed to have a tacit understanding and sat on the long wooden bench, one left and one right, but there was a distance of one person in between. It's like the same table for men and women in elementary school, and you have to make a three-eight line.

Who would have thought that these two people, who were almost intimate two months ago, have now become the most familiar strangers.

In this case, Zhao Lingling, as a girl, is the most sensitive.

She was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably felt a hint of palpitations.

And her whole person was also a little wrong, she originally wanted to say a lot to Yang Guang, but when she finally spoke, she said: "I'm going to go to Shendu Shuimu Wuda." ”

She also wanted to say; 'Would you like to come with me to the capital of God?' But she didn't speak, and she didn't know how.