"Auntie, bring me ten steamed buns. “

After saying this, Qi Dong could clearly feel the strange gazes of the people around him, but he didn't care, picked up the steamed bun and turned around and left.

Since suffering from stomach problems half a year ago, he has not eaten a single meal, and his physical condition has deteriorated sharply, and now he is skinny and skinny.

And the competition in the Jiangdong Sports School where he is located is extremely fierce, if he can't pass the final assessment in two months, he will definitely be persuaded to quit by the school.

But the strange thing is that after a sharp pain in his stomach last night, the hunger pang that he had not felt for a long time suddenly came and tortured him almost for the whole night.

finally got to dawn, and Qi Dong hurried to the canteen without washing his face.

picked a window seat, poured a glass of free boiling water, and Qi Dong started moving.

Perhaps because of hunger, more than a dozen steamed buns were swallowed by him in less than five minutes.

"It's over, am I possessed by a starving ghost?" Rubbing his flat abdomen, Qi Dong was full of surprise, this was a full ten big steamed buns, and he didn't feel the slightest feeling of fullness after eating them.

"Gurgling ---" There was another greedy grunt in his stomach, Qi Dong touched the meal card in his pocket, and hesitated slightly.

His hesitation lasted only a few seconds, though, and then, driven by intense hunger, he walked towards the cafeteria window again.

This time, he simply spent all the ten yuan he had left in the card to buy thirty steamed buns, which were stacked on the plate like a small mountain bag with white flowers.

The students around him looked at him as if they were looking at a monster, and some even took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Qi Dong, who has always been low-key, really couldn't resist so many burning eyes, and returned to the table with his head down.

"Holy!" "Damn!" a steamed bun rolled off the plate, despite his great care.

Qi Dong was distressed for a while, bent down to pick up the steamed buns, peeled off the dusty skin, and stuffed them into his mouth.

His family background is not good, his mother was laid off two years ago, and his sister just entered high school and spent a lot, so he only spent 300 yuan a month on food, just barely enough to eat, and he really couldn't afford such a waste.

As the steamed buns on the plate decreased little by little, Qi Dong could feel a trace of heat gradually spreading from his stomach to his whole body, this long-lost feeling of satiety made him quite comfortable, and the speed of chewing steamed buns also accelerated a lot.

"Bang!" Just as Qi Dong was enjoying his meal, a stout young man sat down opposite him and slapped two large bowls of hot dry noodles on the table.

Qi Dong frowned slightly and looked up. The man also looked at Qi Dong calmly.

After the two looked at each other, they took care of each place and buried their heads in eating.

The number of students in the cafeteria gradually increased, and many people slowed down and looked sideways slightly when they passed by Qi Dong's table, and naturally there were some whispers.

"Hey, isn't that Chen Hao? I heard that this guy is a well-known big stomach in our school. “

"Hehe, come on, look at him, that plate of steamed buns is scary!"

"Wow, who is this, so many steamed buns are enough for me to eat for a week!"

Qi Dong didn't pay attention to it, just gnawing on his steamed buns.

"Hiccup-" After swallowing the last bite of steamed buns, Qi Dong burped contentedly, and then he looked up again.

The young man seemed to notice something, and raised his head, a noodle still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and the two large bowls in front of him were empty.

The eyes of the two met again, and Qi Dong actually saw the meaning of sympathy in his eyes.

"Brother, you can eat this amount!" the young man wiped his mouth.

Qi Dong didn't know this person, so he just smiled in response, and then got up and walked outside the cafeteria.

Out of the cafeteria, Qi Dong looked at the time, there were still twenty minutes before the first martial arts routine class. Thinking of the approaching final exams, he didn't delay any longer and hurried towards the gymnasium.

There is a gymnasium in the north and south of Jiangdong Sports School, and the one in the north is slightly smaller, and most of the martial arts majors where Qi Dong is located are taught in the practice room of the north hall.

"Squeak-" Qi Dong pushed open the door of the No. 3 practice room, but the scene in front of him surprised him greatly.

At this moment, there were two groups of people facing each other in the practice room, neither of them spoke, but they were full of gunpowder.

The group of people near the gate were dressed in taekwondo uniforms with white and black collars. The leader is a delicate girl with a ponytail.

At this time, her pretty face was slightly red, and her full chest rose and fell with her breathing, obviously she had just done strenuous exercise.

The other group of people were the same as Qi Dong, dressed in dark gray practice clothes, but there was a young man with an embarrassed appearance lying at the front, and Qi Dong recognized it at a glance, it was Ye Shaofeng, the squad leader of their martial arts class.

"Qi Dong, come here, I'm here. Following the voice, Qi Dong could see his roommate Xu Xiao waving to him in the crowd.

Then the crowd heard the voice and looked at him.

The delicate girl also turned her head to look at him, her expression was cold, and she looked condescending.

In the face of so many eyes, Qi Dong scratched his head a little unnaturally, then knocked lightly on the door, and tiptoed towards Xu Xiao briskly, trying not to break the stagnant atmosphere in the room.

"Xu Xiao, what's going on?" As soon as he arrived at Xu Xiao's side, Qi Dong hurriedly asked softly.

"The taekwondo gang is really unreasonable, I have to say that they booked this practice room first, and they still occupy it and refuse to leave. Xu Xiao replied with some resentment.

"What then?"

"Don't you see this fighting? That little beauty is really powerful, she put Ye Shaofeng down in three or two clicks. Xu Xiao even said with a gesture, and Qi Dong gasped after hearing it.

Since he had stomach problems, his health was not as good as before and after, and this Ye Shaofeng was also one of the best in their martial arts class. But now he was knocked down as soon as he shot, and it seems that this time he really met a master.

"Fang Qiwen, you... You're too heavy!" Ye Shaofeng struggled to stand up as he spoke, with a red footprint on his face, which looked quite ridiculous.

Fang Qiwen was indifferent after hearing this, and didn't even look at him.

"Hehe, it's you who don't use it yourself, do you blame others for making heavy moves?" At this time, a tall and thin young man behind her sneered, and then raised his voice and said to the students of the entire martial arts class:

"It's very simple, as long as someone in your martial arts class can defeat Senior Sister Fang, our Taekwondo second class will immediately withdraw from this practice room!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the students in the martial arts class were extremely angry, but they didn't dare to speak out to fight, because they all knew that even Ye Shaofeng was not Fang Qiwen's opponent, and it was just a humiliation for themselves to forcibly come out.

"Haha, those who learn traditional martial arts are really a bunch of waste, and no one ......"

Seeing that no one in the martial arts class stood up, the tall and thin young man was about to make a mockery again, but as soon as he said half of it, he was swept away by Fang Qiwen, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed back.

Time passed minute by minute in silence, and still no one stood up, Fang Qiwen pursed her thin lips, as if she was a little impatient.

After two or three minutes, she seemed to be unable to wait, and Xiukou spat out a sentence coldly.

"Who was the first in your class in the martial arts competition last semester?"

As soon as the words fell, all the students in the martial arts class turned their heads to look at Qi Dong in unison, with different expressions on their faces.

"It's me. Qi Dong was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded after reacting.

"In that case, how about we make two moves?"

In the past, Qi Dong might not agree, but today he just ate forty big steamed buns for breakfast, and there is a majestic energy in his body, and his body seems to be in a better state than half a year ago, but it has not been tested yet.

Thinking of this, Qi Dong no longer hesitated and stepped out.

Seeing Qi Dong walking out of the crowd, the taekwondo gang also chattered.

", I still want to fight against our Senior Sister Fang with this small body, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"Hey, this kid is quite courageous, maybe his head is not very good, but his courage is commendable. “

Coming to about two meters opposite Fang Qiwen, Qi Dong paused. The two of them hugged each other and took a pose.

Qi Dong stood still at first, and then a flower appeared in front of him, and a slender and straight leg fell from above him with a strong wind.

Qi Dong suddenly took half a step back, raised his right hand high, and grabbed the ankle of this leg.

The force in his hand that was eager to break free came, but it was almost negligible, Qi Dong pulled back, and stretched out his left hand and pressed it heavily towards Fang Qiwen's abdomen.

"Bang!"

There was the sound of flesh clashing against the floor, followed by silence and the sound of heavy breathing......