"Sun Bo, look at what you're worried about, I don't have anything to do." Yang Zhexuan gasped and said, turning to look at Song Chang, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful, I lost so convincingly." ”

"Is it really okay?" Song Chang didn't care about Yang Zhexuan's praise for him, he just cared about his injuries.

"It's not a small injury." As he spoke, he shook his body to indicate that it was okay.

At this time, the people around him had dispersed, and the hall had returned to a calm and lively atmosphere, although it seemed a bit contradictory to say so.

He keenly noticed a red mark on the back of Song Chang's hand, thinking about the fight just now, he rarely attacked, this should be caused by defense.

He looked at Sun Bo and said, "You guys sit here for a while, and I'll go get some ice cubes for him." ”

"No need, just scrapes." Song Chang noticed that his wrist was a little red and swollen.

Years of training have improved his pain tolerance and his body can endure more pain.

When the same force hits the body, it used to feel very painful, but now the pain is not so strong, maybe it is a slow response to the pain.

It's like a broken wound on his hand, and when the blood dries up or the wound scabs over, he sees it by chance and knows that his hand is quietly carrying him behind his back and is injured.

Hearing Song Chang say this, Yang Zhexuan, who was just about to turn around, sat back with an indifferent expression: "It's a pity, I wanted to have a happy competition, but Song Chang, you don't seem to have used your strength." ”

"People are afraid of hurting you." Sun Bo said.

"Zhexuan," Song Chang's eyes changed, "You seem to have concealed your strength." ”

Hearing this, Lu Xiao's expression froze for a moment.

Song Chang could see his hidden strength, and he was surprised, he thought that he had hidden it well.

He deliberately pretended to be weak to confuse Song Chang in order to find out his weaknesses, but he didn't deliberately lose to Song Chang, but because Song Chang's strength really lay above him.

"When facing your opponent, never provoke the opponent, but pretend to be very weak in front of him, so as to paralyze the opponent, and after resisting the opponent's first few waves, suddenly defend and counterattack, and strive for a second strike."

Uncle Liu's words came to mind.

"You're right, it's really not all I'm capable of." Yang Zhexuan laughed at himself, "But I said before the competition, I haven't practiced for a long time, so I can't use all my strength if I want to." ”

"You're not a bad kid, it seems that you've suffered a lot in the past two years." As he spoke, Sun Bo put his hand on Yang Zhexuan's shoulder.

He felt that Sun Bo's strength on his shoulder suddenly gave him strength, and he was not so nervous.

"Let's go, let's stop standing here and go for a tasting."

The three of them sat down on the sofa, and Yang Zhexuan turned around and took a bottle of cocktail.

"Wait, Zhexuan, don't take it, we don't drink." Sun Bo leaned back on the sofa in a lazy posture, "Just now we just wanted to learn about wine, but we didn't want to drink it, because those wines seem to be very strong, and I still prefer to drink concocted wine." ”

"Look, what am I getting this?" Yang Zhexuan picked up the cocktail and shook it.

"You kid."

He poured three glasses of wine and said, "Tell me, what are you doing with me this time?" ”

He turned the classical glass with the cocktail poured into it, and glanced at Song Chang with his afterglow.

He, like him, doesn't kill anyone, and his martial arts skills are superb, especially his right leg is very accurate.

That is, if he has an injury in his right leg and can't attack, it will be easy to beat him.

Song Chang regained his grim expression, looked at him and said, "You have been in Winter City before, have you ever heard of Phantom Stacking Grass?" ”

"Phantom Grass?"

"Yes, the last time you told me that the people on the list were selling Phantom Stacks, and Phantom Stacks were made from Phantom Stacks."

"When did you meet again?" Sun Bo was a little puzzled.

Yang Zhexuan touched Sun Bo's wine glass without explanation.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, before replying, "The reason why I know about Phantom Stacks is because I know the two names on the list, and they are some of the most famous people in Winterfell. ”

Song Chang had also investigated the people on the list, and some of them were indeed not from Windy City.

"Can you think about the Phantom Stacks then?"

"You ask me this because I need it." Yang Zhexuan felt that his body stiffened slightly, adjusted his sitting posture, and then took a sip of cocktail, "Actually, I also heard what others said about Phantom Stacks, and I don't know very well." ”

Sun Bo's eyes lit up on the side: "Who did you listen to?" ”

"I don't have any impression of who said it, it seems that the Phantom Stacks are stronger to smoke than cigarettes, and as for the Phantom Stacks you mentioned, I didn't go out much when I was in the army, although I lived there for two years, but I was just a passerby to Winterfell, and I didn't know much about all aspects of it, let alone this strange-sounding grass."

After listening to Yang Zhexuan's narration, although Song Chang nodded, he looked at him with hesitant eyes: "Then have you heard of the withered leaf organization?" ”

After Song Chang said this, Yang Zhexuan was shocked, and his hand that was about to serve the wine glass trembled.

"What organization?"

"Dead leaf tissue." Song Chang thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated it again.

"No, it's a unique name, if I've ever heard it, I'll remember it." Yang Zhexuan shook the wine in the glass, "You ask this is also a work need?" ”

"Zhexuan," Sun Bo said, "since you are our friend, then we won't hide it from you, we are investigating some things related to Phantom Dieweed, but after investigating for a long time, we still have no clue." ”

"I see. Since you have spoken, then I will help you pay attention to it later, after all, there are so many people coming and going in the hotel, there will always be some news. ”

He still had a smile on his unruly face, but he instinctively sensed that they in front of him would be the biggest obstacle to his mission in the future.

"Thanks, I'll trouble you." Sun Bo glanced at the time, hesitated and said, "It's getting late, we should go back too." ”

"That's how you treat your friends, run out and leave!" Yang Zhexuan glanced at them angrily, "But it's really not early this day, and the sunset has set." ”

Yang Zhexuan sent them to the door of the hotel, and then said to Song Chang: "I look forward to the next real competition with you." ”

"Okay." Song Chang said affirmatively, and then they slowly melted into the twilight.

In the Hanfu store, Yang Jinnian was accompanying Xia Rou to choose Hanfu.

The pure and well-behaved Xia Rou is a lover of classical culture, and in addition to work, she usually likes to wear Hanfu.

"Xia Rou, you must look good in this." Yang Jinnian admired the waist-length skirt in front of him and said.

"This one is really beautiful, but I already have a similar dress for this dress." After Xia Rou answered, she smiled slightly.

She can always guess her preferences.

"By the way, the boss, is the latest autumn butterfly fan sold here?"

"The little girl seems to know Hanfu very well, but the new flower butterfly fan is just out of the pattern, and it has not been finished yet, so you will have it when you come back after a while."

Yang Jinnian looked around at Hanfu just now, not paying attention to what they said, and when she turned around, she saw Xia Rou smiling bitterly.

"What's the matter, can't you buy the dress you want to buy?"

"It's the dress I want to buy that hasn't been finished yet."

"Okay, then we'll come back when your favorite dress arrives."

"Okay." Xia Rou smiled sweetly at her. She looked at Yang Jinnian and felt a warmth in her heart.

Yang Jinnian's family is wealthy, but there is no domineering sense of superiority in his speech and demeanor, although he is sometimes very arrogant, but he is by no means arrogant.

She is reasonable, especially takes care of other people's feelings, and is the best choice as a best friend.

Of course, if the other party can't understand her kindness, she will put away her good temper and never wronged herself.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered the first time she wore Hanfu.

Her first set of Hanfu was a green shirt, with a simple style, and she wore a youthful atmosphere of wandering the rivers and lakes.

When she showed it to her mother with joy, she was very unhappy.

"Ke Ling, why are you wearing such strange clothes?"

Mom's mantra is "pitiful", no matter how big or small, as long as she encounters something that doesn't go her way, she will say it, and say it several times in a row.

She always felt that nothing good happened in life, but Xia Rou felt that the mantra could affect a person's fortune to a certain extent, and saying "pitiful" every day could be such a depressing thing, and what good things could happen.

It happened that a neighbor was passing by, and they were also dissatisfied with the clothes she was wearing.

I thought that my mother's approach was - her own daughter can say it herself, but others can't say it.

But the truth is that the mother attacked her with her tongue along with the neighbors, and those words were like basins of cold water poured directly over her head, almost drowning her.

She has a deep helplessness, a feeling of not "supporting" herself as the person she trusts the most.

"Ke Ling, you quickly take off this clothes, don't wear such clothes."

"Ke Ling, it's too embarrassing for others to see it."

"But it's ......"

She felt a little sad, not because her mother didn't let her wear Hanfu, but because she had grown so big, she had never talked to her about her daughter's family, and there was no family to help her prepare for things, and it could even be said that she had never communicated well with her mother.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she clearly knew that she hated her mother's way of speaking, so she secretly urged herself not to imitate her mother from a very young age.

People are always like this, they don't know what is going on, and they sneer at each other; If you don't distinguish between the real and the fake, you will rush to it.

They didn't know what kind of costume she was wearing, they just asked her not to wear these fancy clothes, but Yang Jinnian was different.

She never belittles her aesthetic, only cares if the clothes she wants to buy are bought.

"Jin Nian, let's go, go to your favorite flower shop." Xia Rou said softly.

Her eyes were shining, like stars.