Duan Jiulang's peculiar costume didn't make people pay too much attention, and the popularity of cosplay made such a dress almost every day in Jiangcheng University. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Several school buildings in the distance rang for class, and students who were late on the way swallowed the last bite of breakfast in their hands, quickened their pace, and ran towards the classroom where classes were held.

Duan Jiulang slowly walked up the mountain along a gentle ramp, and the wind pouring down from the mountain spread out around him on both sides like a torrent blocked by a river and rock.

Not long after, he came to the swimming pool of Jiangcheng University.

Liu Yang, who had just returned from Jinguancheng and did not slack off, was instructing the team members to train in the natatorium.

According to his previous agreement with Song Qiu, after the National University Games, Song Qiu automatically left the swimming team and no longer had to go to the venue for training on time.

Liu Yang crossed his arms and looked at the team members in the pool, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

Compared with Song Qiu, these guys are indeed too far behind.

Liu Yang waved his arms and roared loudly at a team member who had made a mistake.

He is like this, usually amiable, but as soon as he changes to work, he is so strict that he is almost cold, and almost all the team members have been scolded by him.

But I have to say that Song Qiu has been training here for more than half a month, from the beginning to the end, he has not suffered a word of scolding from Liu Yang, not because of anything else, but because Song Qiu's results in training are too good, although Song Qiu's swimming style is very awkward and unscientific, but the speed of swimming out is unparalleled.

Duan Jiulang walked into the swimming pool and immediately saw Liu Yang who was loudly reprimanding the team members.

He walked over and asked Liu Yang with his head held high, "You are Liu Yang?"

When he was in Maoshan, Duan Jiulang's head was always lowered, because on the mountain, there was his most respected master. But when he goes down the mountain, it's different, under the mountain, he is the inner disciple of the Shangqing faction on Maoshan Mountain, a rare cultivation genius in contemporary times, and he will also be the future Optimus Pillar of the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Even if the head of the Kunlun Heavenly Palace arrived, he couldn't let him lower his arrogant head.

Liu Yang was very angry when he was interrupted, he frowned and glanced at Duan Jiulang, and replied quietly: "Who are you?"

Duan Jiulang's eyebrows gradually condensed, and he asked, "Where is Song Qiu?"

Hearing Song Qiu's name, Liu Yang was stunned, looked at Duan Jiulang carefully, and said, "He is no longer from our swimming team, and I can't find where he is." ”

In fact, Liu Yang didn't tell Duan Jiulang the truth, he had Song Qiu's phone number in his hand, and if he really wanted to find it, he could find it, but when he saw Duan Jiulang's eyebrows, he wondered in his heart that this strangely dressed guy was not a good person, so he kept an eye on it and told a lie.

Duan Jiulang nodded and said softly, "I don't know, right?"

Liu Yang waved his hand impatiently and said, "That's right, okay, you go out quickly, don't disturb our daily training." ”

Duan Jiulang smiled and said, "Since I came, of course I can't come in vain, I have to leave him a gift." ”

Liu Yang looked at Duan Shijiulang in amazement and asked, "What ceremony?"

Duan Jiulang stretched out one hand like a spring breeze and gently pressed it on Liu Yang's thigh under Liu Yang's gaze.

With two clicks, Liu Yang's knee bones were pinched into pieces by Duan Jiulang.

From Liu Yang's mouth, a scream pierced his eardrum, and the scream was full of unconcealable pain.

Duan Jiulang was condescending, looking down at Liu Yang, who was slumped on the ground and clutching his legs in pain, ignoring the frightened and shocked eyes of the surrounding team members, and said lightly: "This is my meeting gift to Song Qiu, remember to say hello to him on my behalf." ”

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Song Qiu and Guan Erye, who had just finished shopping with Guan Yu, were walking on the way back to the Internet café.

In order to appease Guan Erye, who was addicted to alcohol and restless, Song Qiu also deliberately took advantage of Guan Erye's gap to buy plates, bought a large bottle of Erguotou in the commissary next to him, and secretly went to the door of the bookstore to pick up the bottle of Wuliangye wine that had finished "honoring" Guan Gong, and poured Erguotou into it.

Song Qiu handed Guan Yu the bottle of Wuliangye wine with the second pot head, and said with a smile: "Second master, I saw your greed just now, I specially bought it for you, but I can say it first, after I bought it back, I didn't hold back, so I opened the lid and drank two sips, you won't mind, right?"

Guan Yu waved his hand magnanimously and said, "Don't mind, they are all good wine people, besides, it was the wine you bought for me, how could I mind?"

Holding the wine bottle and pouring two sips directly, Guan Erye smashed it and smashed it, and said to himself a little strangely: "Could it be that there is a problem with my sense of taste?

Song Qiu quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and just as he didn't know how to answer, his mobile phone just rang.

"Hey, hello, Coach Liu. The phone number was Liu Yang's name, and Song Qiu answered it directly and greeted politely.

When Liu Yang's wife on the other end of the phone cried and told Song Qiu what happened, Song Qiu held the phone and froze in place.

After explaining what happened to Guan Yu, Song Qiuhuo rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

Seeing Liu Yang lying on the hospital bed, with a pale face and a decadent complexion, Song Qiu couldn't believe that this was the high-spirited and proud coach Liu Yang that he had seen a few days ago.

"Coach, what's going on?" Song Qiu asked.

Liu Yang collapsed on the hospital bed weakly, shook his head weakly, and said: "I don't know, it's just that someone came to the swimming pool to look for you, and I said that I couldn't contact you, so he directly crushed my two knees, and said that this was a meeting gift for you." ”

"Looking for me?" Song Qiu's face became ugly.

After hearing that the person directly crushed Liu Yang's knee, Song Qiu immediately understood that this person must also be an immortal cultivator.

Thinking of these two strange cases in the recent period, Song Qiu's heart was clouded.

"This hurts...... Can it be cured?" Song Qiu asked in a low voice.

The doctor said that Lao Liu's two knees were completely shattered into powder, and he would lie on the hospital bed for the rest of his life. Liu Yang's wife cried and said on the side: "Lao Liu said that his knee was crushed, and I don't believe it, but I know that our Lao Liu was killed by you, and you ......."

Before she finished speaking, she was stopped by Liu Yang puffing up all his strength and roaring: "Enough, don't say it!"

Liu Yang tilted his face and asked Song Qiu, "Song Qiu, have you provoked anyone recently?"

Song Qiu clenched his fists tightly, looked at Liu Yang and his wife and said, "Coach, teacher, don't worry, I will definitely bear the responsibility, and I will definitely pay back what should be returned to him." ”