Hey, that big guy, I've teased

Chapter 35 You are greedy for my face

The T-level boxing gym is the largest boxing gym in city A, not one of them.

It covers several comprehensive categories such as taekwondo, judo, boxing, etc., and is divided into several areas.

Because Ling Chengzhi snatched Ah Ji's dagger last time and broke Zheng Ye's five fingers, Sheng Ying wanted to try Ling Chengzhi's strength.

The two met in the fighting arena.

This place is a competition field, and ordinary students cannot enter, so it is much quieter than the practice field outside.

The two of them rested for half an hour before they changed into boxing uniforms and came to the fighting arena. There were also several good coaches in the boxing gym.

Sheng Ying often comes here to practice, and the coaches all know each other.

As for Ling Chengzhi, wherever his face looked like scarabs in the fields and fireflies in the dark night, it was hard to ignore.

The clothes of the two are black and white, and they look like black and white.

Sheng Ying's hair was tied high, and her face was shining brightly against the light.

She was born with bright eyes and white teeth, but after putting on the boxing uniform, the browbones became more heroic, making her look heroic.

Needless to say, Ling Chengzhi was born in the wind, his skin was also white, and he was dressed in a black fist suit, showing abstinence in his coldness.

It's just that under the folded skirts, some scars can be seen faintly.

Sheng Ying thought about Ling Chengzhi's crashed big G, and guessed that it would cost a lot of repairs, so she raised her eyebrows: "Ling Chengzhi, shall we compete?"

"How to compare?"

"If I win, will you fix your car yourself?"

"Okay, so you lost?"

"I won't lose!"

Sheng Ying is not sure about other things, but when it comes to boxing, she is someone who can compete with Zheng Ye, she is sure.

"Everything has a probability. If you lose, then—" Ling Chengzhi raised the corners of his lips slightly, but did not continue.

"Just what? You, don't laugh so creepily." Seeing his smirk, Sheng Ying felt that there was nothing good about it.

"Let's talk about it after you lose. Anyway, you are not allowed to play tricks."

"呿~~"

Sheng Ying gritted her teeth, turned and walked towards the arena, and gestured to the referee: "Please be fair, teacher, and don't let this guy down just because he is handsome."

The coaches roared with laughter.

At the start of the match, Sheng Ying flew towards Ling Chengzhi, kicking sideways and sideways, her legs were as fierce as if she was wrapped in a gust of wind.

Sheng Ying never underestimated Ling Chengzhi's strength from the very beginning. She wanted to strike first, and all her moves were extremely ruthless.

but--

Ling Chengzhi seemed to know Sheng Ying's tricks. Not only could he see the tricks, but he could also counter them, which even Zheng Ye might not be able to do.

But Ling Chengzhi was more than capable.

He was stalking her again just like he was stalking Shengying during the locomotive race.

Not only Sheng Ying found out, but several coaches also found out. They were chatting and laughing happily at the beginning, but now they all looked at the fighting arena with sinking faces.

Sheng Ying became impetuous, her moves were all killer moves, but the moves failed.

In the end, she slammed into Ling Chengzhi like a whirlwind in a rage, grabbing his lapel with both hands, wanting to throw him over the shoulder, which would hurt both of them.

With just this tug, Ling Chengzhi's placket was torn open, revealing a large scar under his collarbone.

And, the tattoo of an eagle with its wings truncated by a scar on its right chest.

how come?
With a bang in Sheng Ying's mind, it suddenly went blank.

The hand that was pulling Ling Chengzhi's lapel suddenly lost all strength, and the anger that wanted to throw him to the ground in a desperate effort to hurt both sides was also vented.

It was just a momentary distraction, but Ling Chengzhi didn't miss this opportunity, and directly kicked Sheng Ying with a hook, forcefully kicking Sheng Ying away.

boom--

Ling Chengzhi's kick was quite hard, Sheng Ying fell in a prostration posture, and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up.

"Aying, does it hurt from the fall?" Ling Chengzhi never noticed anything unusual about Sheng Ying, and he walked over to squat down with a smile, "Hey, you lost!"

Under the loose skirt, although the eagle's wings were broken by a scar, it still looked like it was soaring.

Sheng Ying withdrew her gaze, sat up and looked at Ling Chengzhi's sharp-edged face thoughtfully, feeling particularly puzzled.

he is?

But how is it possible?

Seeing her in a daze, Ling Chengzhi teased again: "By the way, Ah Ying, don't you covet my beauty and want to lose to me on purpose?"

(End of this chapter)