I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 43 Cousin
Won? Fang Yu won?
Everyone present couldn't believe that this sophomore actually beat a retired top four player in the country.

Even though these top four fighters in the country have retired for many years, they are still at a semi-professional level. The biggest gap between them and the active fighters is just the difference in reaction and physical fitness. Even professional boxers dare not say that they can knock out Mada within two rounds.

And the amateur group has a 2-minute round, instead of a 3-minute round for the professional group!

Wang Mingen was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth: "Jia, Jiayan, your cousin is so amazing, isn't he? He seems to be a sophomore in the School of Economics, right? He looks familiar. Which class is he from?"

In an instant, he had imagined the scene where he and Lu Jiayan had a quarrel and were beaten up by her cousin after they got married.

You have to get along well with her cousin.

I'm really overthinking it.

Lu Jiayan nodded calmly. Her roommate from the Department of Meat must have mentioned which class Fang Yu was in, but she couldn't remember.

There was no expression on Lu Jiayan's face, but there were twinkling stars in his eyes.

Wow, it’s Xiong Jing, definitely Xiong Jing.

It looks quite exciting. I am satisfied.

The Lion Peak trio had different reactions.

"Fang Yu! You're so handsome!"

If the students from the boxing club hadn't stopped him, Xu Chen would have climbed onto the ring to give him a kiss.

Zhou Siqiao took out the water cup that he had prepared long ago, and handed it to Fang Yu as soon as he came down from the boxing ring.

This water cup is the one I used before, hehe.

Who doesn’t want a boyfriend who is handsome, has a good figure, can do magic, is rich, good at fighting and capable?
As for whether you can seduce her, you have to seduce her first.

Wang Youran's face turned pale, and he shook his long hair, triggering the "loser" debuff again, and left the boxing club without looking back.

"Ugh...wow..."

Xie Jingwei had just announced Fang Yu's victory. Ma Da, who was still struggling to get up, could no longer bear the churning in his stomach and vomited out the undigested food in his stomach.

"Brother Da!" Chai Ling and Xie Jingwei hurried forward to help Ma Da up, and glared at Fang Yu fiercely, as if blaming Fang Yu for being too heavy-handed.

"...I'm fine." Mada didn't feel so uncomfortable after vomiting. He stabilized himself and waved his hands. He felt his heart beating fast.

"Let me see your gloves." The first thing Mada wanted to do was to confirm whether there was any problem with Fang Yu's fists and gloves.

Fang Yu didn't understand, but still took off his gloves and handed them to Ma Da.

Ma Da first took a look at Fang Yu’s hand guard. There was nothing wrong with the wrapping, and there should be nothing inside.

He picked up the gloves and squeezed them again.

No problem, just the regular cheap Jiurishan.

It seems that I am really old...

In fact, most people will not have such a big feeling about their aging when they reach the age of 37.

The more athletic you are, the more you can understand the sense of decline that comes with age.

Because they have such a deep memory of how strong their bodies can be pushed to their limits.

Ma Da sighed, took off his hand guard, and shook hands with Fang Yu. "You fought very well. Your punch is really... heavy, unlike most people. By the way, did my punch really not hurt you? You'd better do an MRI later. In case there is a bone fracture, you may not feel it because of your high adrenaline and excessive excitement. It's better to check it out."

"It's okay, I've touched it myself, so it should be fine. Also, Mr. Ma, you should have held back on that punch, otherwise I would have lost." Fang Yu also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ma Da vigorously.

There was a big gap between the power of that punch and the power of Mada's swinging punch that he blocked. He guessed that Mada was still holding back at that time.

After that, Mada sighed: "If I lose, I am special... If I lose, don't help me make excuses. Alas, I have to admit that I am old."

Although it is said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, this is how modern competitive sports work. No matter how awesome a person is, there will come a day when he loses. If you are determined to die after losing, then there is no point in practicing.

Fang Yu had only seen Mada from a distance twice before, so he couldn't say he knew her very well.

But through this chat with Mada, especially the fight in the boxing ring, Fang Yu really thinks that Mada is a good person.

It's just a bit pretentious, not pretending to be cool, but pretending to be cultured. If you accidentally say a dirty word, you have to eat it back. Sometimes it's just like this, the more grassroots and low-educated the boss is and the more he pursues higher goals, the more he pays attention to the quality of conversation.

However, those who have been teachers, studied in famous universities, graduated from academic schools, and returned from overseas studies, on the contrary, say "tama" all the time to show how bandit-like and down-to-earth they are.

Make up for what you lack.

"Mr. Ma, you are too polite. After fighting with Mr. Ma today, I finally understood what a professional master is. I learned a lot."

Fang Yu's tone was sincere, which made Ma Da's face, which was originally a little depressed, look a little more relaxed.

"Which college are you from? Have you participated in any club activities? Are you interested in joining the boxing club?" Xie Jingwei patted Fang Yu on the shoulder. "It would be a shame if you didn't become an athlete with such strong muscles. Hehe."

Athlete?
That's so much fun.

It's already been done.

Xie Jingwei and Fang Yu looked at each other and saw the sparks in each other's eyes.

That is the mutual respect between LSPs.

"Xiao Xie, this is not the place to talk. Let's go change our clothes first. Fang Yu and I have something to discuss later. Let's have dinner together in the evening." Ma Da untied the hand guard and hung it on the elastic rope. He smelled his hands and smelled a nostalgic odor.

After Mada got his own boxing gloves at the age of 17, he rarely smelled this smell again, and he actually missed it a little.

Fang Yu also couldn't stand the stench in the boxing club's gloves and hand guards, so he quickly took off the hand guards as soon as the game was over and was wiping his hands with a disinfectant wipe handed to him by Zhou Siqiao. As long as these things were shared, the smell inside was simply unbearable.

Fang Yu pulled up the rubber rope, jumped out of the boxing ring and onto the ground.

Zhou Siqiao was about to go up to give him some water with his thermos cup in hand when he saw a white shadow approaching with a bottle of Wahaha in his hand: "Junior, here's some water."

Zhou Siqiao was stunned when he saw Wang Mingen suddenly appear. How could there be a man competing with him for business?

Fang Yu was also stunned and looked Wang Mingen up and down.

She is as thin as a chicken, but she wears a tight stretch shirt and has side bangs in a 3061: ratio. It's , and there are still people with this hairstyle?

Who is this?
"Hello, junior. I am Wang Mingen, the head of the Arts Department of the School of Economics Student Union, and also Jiayan's leader."

Wang Ming'en adjusted his side bangs modestly and smiled warmly.

Wang Ming'en is not short, about 1.8 meters tall, but he always feels a little intimidated in front of Fang Yu, who is shirtless and shows off his muscles.

Good words?

Lu Jiayan?

Lu Jiayan was also a little confused. Wang Mingen just said, "Your cousin is coming down. I'll go and bring him a bottle of water," and then he ran out. By the time she reacted, the Wahaha in Wang Mingen's hand had been poked into Fang Yu's hand.

If something goes wrong, it will be exposed.

Fang Yu glanced around and saw Lu Jiayan who had just squeezed behind Wang Mingen.

Wang Mingen still maintained a reserved smile: "Jia Yan is the deputy director of our Literature and Art Department. You are Jia Yan's cousin and a junior from the same college. You are not an outsider."

cousin?

Lu Jiayan’s cousin?
Seeing Fang Yu's expression like an old man on the subway (who can post a picture), Lu Jiayan was afraid of being exposed, so he hurriedly called out reluctantly, "Cousin."

Then he winked at Fang Yu inconspicuously.

This was the first time she made such a big expression today.

Won't get wrinkles?

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled like a father and put his arm around Lu Jiayan's shoulders.

"Cousin, why are you here?"

These two days I read the first book I wrote 7 years ago, and I was fascinated by it. It was written so well. Except for the first few dozen chapters because I was not used to writing for the first time, it got better and better. Nearly 900 chapters and 7 million words, after reading it, I doubted whether this thing was really written by me? In years, I have never seen a more professional industry article than mine except Zhiniao Village.

It’s a pity that it was blocked. Alas.

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(End of this chapter)