The boys from the taekwondo club in the ring were still arrogantly shouting: "Isn't your fighting club so awesome? Someone! ”

knew that he was bullying them to go to the empty building, but everyone in the martial arts club could only look at him angrily, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Jiang Yong had already changed into a practice uniform, climbed into the ring, picked up the isolation belt of the ring, walked in, and said to the boys of the Taekwondo Club: "I'll fight with you." ”

Female, female......

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Even the boys from the Taekwondo Club were stunned, then looked Jiang Yong up and down with disdain, and finally looked at Lin Xian, who was lying in the audience, "Hey? You don't really have no one in the martial arts club, do you? Let the cheerleaders come on stage? ”

Jiang Yong turned a deaf ear to his provocative words, and asked Shen Xingguang, who was crowded to the ring, for a rubber band, and tied his long hair high.

Shen Xingguang pulled the isolation belt, raised his head and asked Jiang Yong, "Taekwondo black belt, sister, are you sure?" ”

Jiang Yong shook his head and said unusually honestly: "No." ”

Shen Xingguang: "......"

The onlookers quietly asked the members of the fighting club, "Is it really a cheerleader?" ”

The members of the fighting club twitched the corners of their mouths, and said speechlessly: "Cheerleader hammer, this is the little junior sister of our school team, the provincial fighting champion." ”

The boy from the Taekwondo Club was still shouting in the ring, "So cowardly, let a little girl come up?" ”

Jiang Yong tied his ponytail and said to the boys of the Taekwondo Club: "Shut up, you." ”

"You! ......" The boy in the Taekwondo Club was angry, seeing that Jiang Yong was a girl and it was not easy to swear, "I won't fight you, you go down." ”

"Didn't you come to our club to kick in?" Jiang Yong rested the elbow of one hand on the pillar that fixed the isolation belt, stretched out one hand to the edge of the ring, and took the half-fingered glove handed by the club member, "Can't fight with me?" ”

The boy from the taekwondo club pouted disdainfully, "I only fight with the school team." ”

"That's just right, a member of the Fighting Club varsity, Jiang Yong." She put on her half-fingered gloves, tapped the name embroidered on her chest, looked at him, and smiled nonchalantly, "Please advise." ”

This is indeed a style of embroidery training uniform that only members of the fighting club can have.

Jiang Yong kindly reminded: "If you want to lose a little face later, don't treat me as a cheerleader." ”

Seeing Jiang Yong so entangled, the boy pulled the corners of his mouth contemptuously, "Kong can talk big, if you are beaten to cry later, don't say that I bully girls." ”

Compared with the babbling boys, Jiang Yong's slow and leisurely tone seemed to be able to anger a person, "You have a lot of." ”

There's also an "oh" ending.

The boy gritted his teeth and stepped back to a distance where he could both defend and attack, "Lady first, I'll let you make three moves." ”

Jiang Yong crooked his neck, and the bones of the day's class made a creaking sound, "Three moves, don't regret it." ”

Just before the boy and the onlookers could react to what Jiang Yong meant by "regretting", Jiang Yong suddenly made a move.

It was so fast that the boy in taekwondo was caught off guard, and he didn't react until Jiang Yong's fist had already swung in front of him, and he hurriedly dodged.

Jiang Yong's combo didn't stop, and a beautiful backspin kick swept accurately to the boy's head.

There was a thud of flesh crashing, making everyone's teeth ache.

The boy was even more beaten when he was head-on, and his head was buzzing.