He had to strike, despite the sweat.

Duan Yi has been overwhelmed by the monotony of life day after day.

He must strike out in order to release the suffocating inner repression.

I have never felt youth, and I found that I was less than 20 years old but I was already old.

Could it be that which nerve is on the wrong line, and he always feels that life is boring?

For him, he can't even say that he feels that life is an ethereal existence where there is no way to find meaning.

Heavy impact, heavy impact, impact, impact.

Fists, knees, turns.

Sandbags, not overwhelmed, dangling, at most dangling......

Dare to ask if you want to swear to be a boxer, you are nothing more than an amateur sanda club!

Fortunately, when attacking, the head imagined the confrontation routine of the top master.

Trying to avoid the poor spiritual world from being too much of a fantasy through physical fighting. Damn, the effect doesn't seem to be noticeable.

There is no pleasure, and the feeling of emptiness remains.

But the action simply couldn't stop, and he had no choice. Fortunately, the remaining flesh and skin pain in the fist can still give him a little comfort.

Time does not necessarily stand still in the torment, and the last semester is fleeting. Duan Yi often thinks of an innocent face. The memory of that moment has been blurred day by day, but a certain verve is deposited. He was very sure that all it took was a glance in the middle of a sea of people to find her. It's a pity that she's never been there. He was so unsmiling, but he made up his mind that if there was still a chance to meet, he would at least brazenly step forward and say three words:

How are you.

She's not in that sea of people! A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth. Feelings she is destined to be you, so self-conscious! Even if she's in this room, she has nothing to do with you.

Is she in this room? Why make such an assumption, he subconsciously looked around, and the person was at the brightest place in the light.

In front of the blackboard and behind the podium, she talked and laughed with the president of Kung Fu.

"Hello!" It's only two words, and it seems that Duan Yi hasn't been brazen enough to say three words. He walked straight up and interjected, not realizing the recklessness in the slightest.

"Hello!" She glanced at him and turned to him like an old friend.

"It's rare." Duan Yi said.

"I've seen you, in a dream!"

"That's what most boys say."

"So the girl told the truth."

"I'm in a dream right now." Duan Yi said.

"If you tell a lie, don't tease me." She said.

"Not necessarily, daydream." He still can't fully understand the meaning of the Central Plains language, "don't tease me", it sounds like "please don't tease me", there is no such sound in the land of the Southern Barbarians.

"You can invite me to watch a movie like everyone else does." She said.

"That's what I thought, too, we can eat together first."

"I invite you to eat noodles, I can't get used to eating rice, I'm from the Central Plains."

"Good."

The snub kung fu president on the side was full of doubts, and his head, which was less developed than his biceps, could vaguely understand what was happening in front of him.

"So you know each other!" The president of kung fu, who is more than one meter eight, patted Duan Yi's shoulder.

Duan Yi, who is more than 1.7 meters, feels too strong.

The road from the gong room to the girls' apartment is very clean, in fact, all the roads in the courtyard are very clean. They walked together on this clean road.

"I'm the vice president of Kung Fu." She said.

"Heroine spare her life!"

"I won't want anyone's life."

"Thank you for not killing."

"I'm a weak woman who didn't learn martial arts, and only did martial arts theoretical exchanges." She said. "I was discussing with the president of Kung Fu about holding a sanda ring tournament."

"Martial arts theory," he said. "Isn't that a secret? Retreat studies can also be a master. ”

"How do you know?" She's serious.

"There are too many such plots in martial arts novels."

"That's a lie." She thought the other party really thought that.

"Six o'clock, I'll wait for you here." Arriving at the door of the girl's apartment, Duan Yi waved goodbye.

"See you or leave!"

He admires her back, and the long hair and waist length that a few modern women can do!

In front of the girls' apartment at six o'clock, there was an endless stream of girls of all kinds.

Lin Shuangting is slim, with a tender green long skirt with pink lace, and the skirt corners are accompanied by waist-length hair. The night breeze brings out a fresh breath, and the air is filled with a lily-like fragrance. Of course, the girls in a hurry don't have time to take care of the composition of the air. Filled with white legs, black silk, ultra-short, tights and other elements, there would occasionally be a pair or two of strange glances in the crowd, and she didn't think so.

At half-past six, she was still standing in the crowd.

"What kind of cheeky boy is to make a girl wait for half an hour." Lin Shuang thought.

"What kind of cheeky boy can make a girl wait for an hour." Her mind fluttered with the light, slender seconds hand, she thought.

The hour hand is pointing to 7.

"What a shameful thing, I am a woman after all, I must have taken the initiative to hint at it in my dream, which frightened him who was not in love." She thought.

"He's not coming." A man of more than one meter and eight meters appeared in front of him.

"It's the president." Lin Shuang's loss is on the table.

"Miss, I'm inviting you to dinner." The president is serious.

"I want to eat noodles with him." She said quietly.

"Fantasy is unrealistic." The president is serious.

"I dreamed of him."

"You don't have to dream to see me." The president said.

"Okay." Lin Shuangcheng glanced at the second hand more and more erratically.

The dinner venue is the famous western restaurant chain Shimashita Coffee.

"How about two steaks and two glasses of red wine." The president is enthusiastic, his voice is obviously excited, and everyone is drunk if he is not drunk. "Six ripe."

Undercooked beef and whole raw vegetables tossed with cream, the civilization of the West is perfectly reflected on the table of knives and forks.

Lin Shuang thought, if the people in the market who worship foreign flattery really think that food fashion is reflected in the degree of raw and cooked meat, then why not say bluntly: butcher, give me two catties of raw meat.

Fortunately, he had no appetite tonight, so Lin Shuang put up his fork and inserted and pulled it nonchalantly on the sticky salad. The wandering gaze is sometimes focused on the fork, sometimes wandering in the empty interior space.

"Miss, you're very rude like that."

Lin Shuang didn't think so, she only drank the cup of coffee that came with it.

Sleepless tonight!

After a full meal, to be precise, our beloved president was full of excitement after a full meal and tried to hold her delicate little hand with a confused mind.

Lin Shuang's coldness was invulnerable.

Pass through a quiet street with dim street lights.

"Look what's behind you!" The president feigned surprise.

She turned back in horror.

The trick failed to make the president get his wish, and the clumsy plot of the woman on the screen throwing herself into her arms because of fright was mostly a wishful thinking arrangement by a third-rate director. A college student is not judged by his IQ. With the president's emotional intelligence, he can at most copy a more clumsy hero to save the United States......

But did he arrange it?

Two elongated figures appeared in front of him, and the two humanoid silhouettes gradually approached until they passed by.

"Hey, pull out your phone wallets." A muffled voice came from behind.

"What?" The president turned around, and the two silhouettes turned into clear hideous faces. The two gangsters shook the dagger in their hands.

"Knife robbery is a felony!" Lin Shuang said.

Both the gangster and the president looked at her in surprise.

"President, hurry up." Lin Shuang faced the gangsters and pointed to the president. "He's the president of Kung Fu."

"Really?" The two gangsters continued to shake the dagger around, and the hooligans' characteristic kicks had fallen on the kung fu president in turn, and the president hugged his head and cried, curled up in the corner.

Like a frightened child who still clung to his beloved toy, he resisted the sudden everything with an extremely amazing howl.

The effect of crying is really surprising, and the surprise is exactly the effect. The second gangster was obviously confused, and hurriedly reached out to grab his pocket, trying to do something hastily.

The president's mournful cry is tantamount to a wake-up call that rings through the night sky!

The two hairy boys of more than one meter and six meters groped for the pockets of the big man who was more than one meter and eight meters and tried his best to hold it.

The second gangster scolded helplessly and said, "Forget it, get that beautiful girl." ”

It's a delicate flower that looks like it can be ravaged at will.

The daggers were dangling, the faces were obscene, and the two gangsters were approaching on foot.

The president's cowardice overinflated her confidence, and the second gangster didn't even pay attention to the extra spray bottle in her hand.

Spray with precision.

The four eyes that were obsessed with lust before were burning unbearably at the moment. Before he had time to commotion, he was hit hard by the tip of the women's shoes.

Screaming.

The dagger landed.

There is no time for the hands that burn their eyes.

Tightly covered,

Curled up.

Men know that there is a kind of pain that does not come from the heart, but it makes people at least squat down and bear it.

That sister's bad mood at least adds three points to physical damage.

"That you may learn badly before you are eighteen!" Lin Shuang said.