With a punch, Duan Yi had to attack.

A small ring, the only way to legitimize a fight to the death.

Duan Yi let go of his fists and feet, and used the pain of skin and flesh to stimulate depression and a trace of happiness in his heart.

He messed up the fists and kicks of the routine, disrupting the entire ring. The referee fled from the stage in panic, but insisted on gesturing hard and blew the whistle that lost its meaning. The three judges sat upright, silent.

The first to come to the stage but insisted to the end, what a superb master!

There is no precedent, and no exceptions are allowed, a fight with a chaotic routine is nothing in the martial arts world, and a champion with a chaotic routine must be a great shame in the martial arts world.

"It's a cockfight." The president behind the judges' stage looked sideways and said to the vice president on the side.

"That's a rooster with chicken blood." Lin Shuang said. This made the president look sideways again and again, confirming her expression. There was no love in her expression, and there was no disdain in her expression.

The referee crawled into the ring, and was about to raise Duan Yi's bloody hand-

"Wait." It is the beloved president of Kung Fu.

Want to declare the Champion null and void?

"I'll get on." The president said.

Duan Yi had no intention of fighting, and the wheel battles of more than a dozen characters had exhausted him.

"Is the president's surname Li?" Duan Yi asked.

"Li Jian, Li Jian, Li Jian—" The audience roared from the spoiled chaos of the scene.

President Li Jian's torso of more than one meter and eight meters climbed into the ring with a little difficulty. The referee stepped down again, and the whistle blew before he could turn back.

The spectators were in an uproar.

Our beloved president held his bowed head in his hands, like a crazy bull, and pushed into Duan Yi's lower body.

The routines that have been messed up are no match for the routines that have disappeared completely. Duan Yi was thrust heavily against the platform and rebounded heavily. Both fell to the ground.

No matter how messy the whistle was, Li Jian's burly torso tightly clamped Duan Yi, who couldn't move.

Duan Yi's elbow repeatedly hit Li Jian's bear back until he was completely weak. Li Jian's pincers didn't move.

"This year's Sanda Ring is too violent." The beautiful director of the Department of Physical Education behind the stage commented.

"Martial arts itself is an aesthetic of violence. When aesthetics disappear, only violence remains. Lin Shuang said.

"People are quite delicate, and they are really desperate to fight." The beautiful director shook her head. "What's the Champion's prize?"

"Save the Sanda portrait for one year."

The beautiful director shook her head again. The pair of stubborn boys on the stage made her more and more puzzled.

Duan Yi was really helpless, and kneeled towards Li Jian's crotch.

As a result, Duan Yi was declared foul, and Li Jian, who was injured and rolling, was awarded the champion of the year.

The master entered the school infirmary, and Duan Yi also entered the school infirmary.

Everyone was holding hands and feet, and when they coaxed the lord, they also lifted Duan Yi, who was sleeping, by the way.

Duan Yi was actually lazily stretching his body and mind on the smooth countertop, since someone lifted it, he was powerless to struggle, and he didn't bother to claim that he was fine.

No one believed it, poor bruised-faced boy.

The figures in the infirmary gradually dispersed, Duan Yi closed his eyes to recuperate, and the burning pain of the skin injury was like fire, besieging the dead and silent heart. Someone took the ice cube from his hand, leveled his tired hand, and helped him to dress his wound.

A warm current rose in Duan Yi's heart, and he secretly thanked the nurse for being so considerate. But there was a faint fragrance that he was so familiar with. He opened his eyes, and it was her. She cared for him as someone she knew best, and his heart beat noticeably faster.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Lin Shuang, they all call me Twins." She said.

"Did anyone say you're fragrant?" He asked. "My name is Duan Yi"

"No, I didn't use perfume."

"I'm pretty sure it's not a perfume, you're scented."

"Uh-huh!" Lin Shuangdao. "You don't want to die if you fight."

"But it cost President Li's brother's life," Duan Yi laughed coldly. "Why don't you go over and help President Li take care of his little brother."

"Don't think that you can be presumptuous if you are injured!"

"Is Li Jian stalking you?"

"How do you know?"

"You'll be tempted one day."

"I hate stalking the most." She said.

"Hate doesn't mean you won't be defeated.".

"Let's not talk about that, the night you released the pigeons, I went out to dinner with him."

"What else did you do after eating?" Duan Yi asked. "Is his father's surname Li?"

"Yes, Mayor Bull Lee."

The two anonymous letters will arrive as scheduled every afternoon, addressed to Lin Shuang, and the sender column is blank.

Postmark of the school.

Day after day, consistently, this persistence is invariably understood as infatuation.

It's clear that the infatuation that will stick to the crush to the end.

I wonder if the following words will be included in the letter.

My crush on you is as strong as a stone;

Traveled to the ends of the earth, my crush on you has always been the same;

My crush for you transcends the mundane, like a cloud of mist that reflects the glow of the sun;

My crush on you is not afraid of the merciless washing of time, even if your white face will eventually be full of wrinkles, my crush will witness the old age of the heavens and the earth, and the remnants of the so-called dry and rotten sea.

……

I don't know, everyone wants to know. No one can suppress the stupid desire to peep.

Only one person knows.

No.

There is one more person behind who knows.

No, only one person knows.

Whenever a letter arrived, Lin Shuang would throw it away. Not in the trash. It's not that she has to have some respect for the writer behind it, but because her class information and name are written crookedly on it.

Beautiful girls will encounter anything, to be precise, beautiful girls who are clear and jade, cold and glamorous, will encounter anything. I don't know if it's because of perseverance to hold back the impetuousness in her heart, or because of her calm nature, the external hustle and bustle of the world is invulnerable to her. When the boy who is like a fish in water in the world of love hits a wall here, the heart of the former self-proclaimed extraordinary will inevitably be injured, and this kind of boy is not used to self-healing wounds, so strange events are inevitable.

Two anonymous letters a day is not as practical as a bouquet of flowers a day, and it is better to bury the note and the payment among the flowers.

Someone has done that.

Note: Love you deep into the bone marrow.

Signed: The loyal Li Jian

……

I hope that the bone marrow that has been eroded by love can still make blood normally.

I hope that the word loyalty has other meanings, otherwise if the stalking fails, do you need to become a monk? Even if it is against the Buddha to dedicate himself to the Buddha, the only option for that guy is to shout more or write the words "If she is not married" on a blank piece of paper.

Every day, there will always be a scrawny teenager with a dull expression in Lin Shuang's classroom. The boy always caught everyone's eye at the front door. The young man stopped at the front door with a rose in his hand, searching under the gaze of the crowd. Then the goal he was heading towards took over the attention of everyone.

Lin Shuang took the bouquet very politely, not because he had expectations for the bouquet in his heart, but because the young man's work attitude was worthy of respect.

Today, Lin Shuang opened his mouth for the first time to speak: "You sit down." ”

The flower girl didn't understand, and her eyes rolled on her pale face.

"Sit down." Lin Shuang patted the empty seat beside him.

The teenager was flattered and overwhelmed. Her fragrance is refreshing.

"What's your name?"

"Ma Yun."

"How much will he give you a bouquet of flowers?" Lin Shuang asked.

"Five." The question is about business, and the teenager is no longer inhibited.

"What about the money?"

"Fifty-nine."

"What department are you in?"

"Computer."

"How's the level?"

"Top student."

"That's it," Lin Shuang said very seriously. "This rose is very beautiful, but it is not useful."

"Hmm," the boy blinked.

"I have a vision," Mr. Lin said. "You keep the daily rose fee, and I will sign for the bill."

"This ......"

"Add an extra dish every day." Lin Shuang is serious. "You're going to be an amazing character."

The teenager accompanied her to the morning C language class, which was like a one-plus-one elementary school class for him, but he listened carefully.

He walked with her on the overlapping route of the return trip. At the time of parting, with his back to her, the young Ma Yun's cold and wooden face slipped two lines of tears. The reddened moist eye sockets made the most ungood at crying teenagers at a loss.