Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 38 The Charm of That Punch
"Chu Wange!"

Someone has called out her name.

Chu Wange was still wearing the conspicuous red Taoist robe, with her hair tied up in a neat bun, and her hair hanging straight down her back. She was holding a plastic storage box filled with books in her hands and walking towards the teaching building with relaxed steps.

"Holy shit, can't you?"

Someone seemed to have thought of something. He first glanced at Lin Mo on the stage, then glanced at Chu Wange, with surprise in his eyes.

No, no, no, no, no?
Many male compatriots screamed in their hearts, but Chu Wange just walked straight towards the arena, and the crowd automatically made way for him.

Until she walked through the crowd and reached the edge of the ring, and even raised her head to look at Lin Mo on the stage, a cold voice came:

"coming."

Almost the moment he opened his mouth, all the delusions that the male compatriots had originally harbored were instantly shattered.

"No!!!"

They screamed wildly in their hearts, and the white moonlight in their hearts for three years was shattered to pieces.

In the arena.

Ye Chen looked at Chu Wange who was standing close to the ring, his expression showing a hint of surprise, as if he was a little bit unbelievable.

As for Zhang Dahai behind Lin Mo, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

No, you just said yesterday that you didn’t know the school beauty and you weren’t in a relationship with her, but today you exposed her with just one message and said you’re not a gigolo! ?
Damn NEET...

Niubi!

Zhang Dahai gave Lin Mo a thumbs up in his heart, and then looked at Ye Chen provocatively.

My buddy’s rich woman is my... uh, my supporter.

Almost instantly, Zhang Dahai straightened his back and his listless expression brightened up.

Under everyone's gaze, Chu Wange spoke: "What's the matter?"

The voice is clear and cold, and the style is as crisp and clear as ever.

Lin Mo replied: "Fighting."

"Who?"

"he!"

Just a few words and the communication is complete.

After saying that, Lin Mo turned his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Chen and said, "As you said, as long as they are from the school, I can call anyone."

Ye Chen: "..."

The students who were watching the show were secretly complaining in their hearts: Damn, this is too shameless, they can live off others so openly!

Chu Wange simply said, "Okay."

After saying that, she placed the storage box at her feet, leaped up, and jumped lightly onto the stage.

A red Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, attracting the attention of countless boys present.

She didn't have any warm-up preparations, she looked at Ye Chen and said, "You make the first move, otherwise you won't have a chance."

It's quite martial ethics...

Lin Mo thought to himself.

But come to think of it, as a prominent figure in Nanshan No. 4 Middle School for three years, the last time Chu Wange fought in the arena was at the Chengdu Ten Schools Exchange Conference last year.

Each man has a sword and takes turns to deal with the best students of the same age from the ten schools.

At that exchange meeting, no one could withstand her sword.

She became famous because of this battle and became a true "legend" among the lieutenant colonels in Chengdu.

Now, more than a year has passed since last year's exchange meeting, and no one knows how strong she has become.

Perhaps, only Lin Mo, who knew how many sword techniques she had learned, had some idea.

Even though Ye Chen defeated Zhu Hongyuan, the second-best player in Nanshan not long ago, no one still thought that he could defeat the "legend" of Nanshan.

He himself thinks so too.

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then said: "I admit..."

"Hurry up and kowtow."

Lin Mo activated the interruption skill in time.

Ye Chen stopped talking, glared at Lin Mo, and then he could only grit his teeth and said:
"Please enlighten me!"

After saying that, he slowly drew out the wooden sword from his waist, holding the long sword in his right hand, and making sword gestures with his left hand, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Mysterious ice turns into sword light, and frost falls in all directions!"

He just let out a light shout, and a frosty force gathered towards the wooden sword.

Lin Mo touched his chin and carefully observed the opponent's swordsmanship.

Whether it was the previous fight with Zhu Hongyuan or the immortal test, Ye Chen used this sword technique.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be one of the magics he majored in. As for the quality of the spell, judging by the score of the last Immortal Examination, it is likely to be a mid-level spell like his book "Heavenly Thunder Curse".

I just got hold of "Heavenly Thunder Curse" yesterday, and haven't had time to improve my proficiency yet. I'd like to take this opportunity to see how powerful other people's mid-level swordsmanship is.

After a moment of accumulating strength, Ye Chen finally took a step forward and swung out the sword.

A deep blue sword energy rushed towards this side, causing the students in the audience to exclaim in surprise.

Lin Mo looked at the chill blowing towards him, which was even stronger than the last time he felt in the audience.

At this moment, Chu Wange moved.

Just like Ye Chen, he took a step forward, but Lin Mo was very familiar with this step.

Kuixing walks on a pole, taking one step every twelve steps, and a meteor chases the moon.

She was like a meteor, flashing across the ring and disappearing from everyone's sight.

When he saw her again, she was already behind Ye Chen.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes, loosened his wooden sword, and fell to the ground with a "bang", fainting.

The battle took less than a minute from start to end.

It took Ye Chen 59 seconds to accumulate strength, and in the last second, Chu Wange broke through the sword energy and knocked him unconscious.

Lin Mo sighed in admiration as he walked over and glanced at Ye Chen lying on the ground. There was a red fist mark of a medium size on his forehead. He exclaimed:

"You didn't draw your sword?"

Chu Wange shook his head and said, "He doesn't deserve it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo saw Ye Chen's body seemed to twitch.

It happened so quickly that he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring at it.

Chu Wange obviously held back, and Ye Chen had no injuries other than the fist mark on his forehead.

Moreover, Ye Chen is at the 7th level of Qi training, so it is not so easy for him to be knocked down with just one punch.

You don't want to kowtow, right?

Lin Mo laughed, squatted down quickly and shouted: "Hey, he fainted, hurry up, someone take him to the infirmary, he's seriously injured!"

Zhang Dahai snorted: "Why are you still paying attention to him?"

Lin Mo winked at him, and the latter glanced at Ye Chen, who was lying motionless on the ground, and instantly understood, and quickly shouted:
“Hurry, hurry, Ye Chen is injured. He is the lucky child of our school, nothing can happen to him!”

After hearing this, many of the onlookers came back to their senses from the shock Chu Wange had just given them and rushed forward enthusiastically.

Lin Mo and Zhang Dahai naturally followed closely and helped to drag the man away, but they accidentally kicked the other person a few times during the process...

Feeling the waves of pain coming from his body, the veins on Ye Chen's forehead twitched as he lay on the ground "playing dead". These two bitches!

By the time he was carried away by his enthusiastic students, there were already several large footprints on his Taoist robe.

"a ha ha ha!"

Zhang Dahai limped on the stage with an arrogant smile. After rejecting Lin Mo's suggestion to go to the infirmary, he patted the other party's shoulder vigorously and said with a wink:

"Serve the school beauty well, my brother's wealth and glory for the rest of his life depends on you!"

Lin Mo looked at him: "Serve? Did you do something wrong?"

If anyone is to be served, she should be the one serving me.

Zhang Dahai gave him a look: I understand!
You know nothing about market trading!
Lin Mo cursed inwardly, then looked at Chu Wange beside him. The latter didn't react much, but just picked up the storage box beside the arena again.

"Got to go?"

Lin Mo asked.

Chu Wange nodded, and heard Lin Mo continue: "Since you are here, why don't you go after you have barbecue tonight?"

When it comes to barbecue, Chu Wange's throat gurgled visibly and his expression was one of struggle.

But after a moment, she shook her head firmly: "Next time."

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Then see you in the immortal exam, my friend."

Chu Wange nodded vigorously: "Okay, see you in the Immortal Examination."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the school gate holding the storage box. She was gradually walking away in a red dress. She attracted countless gazes when she came and the same was true when she left.

After the war, I wonder how many people will remember Chu Wange as the indelible white moonlight in their hearts, and her legend will probably continue to be passed down in Nanshan.

Lin Mo stood on the ring, recalling the grace of that punch just now in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but yearn for it.

Not to mention Chu Wange, even Ye Chen, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, was not someone he could contend with now.

It’s only been thirty years since the river… Never mind, it’s just one person who has been lying down, it’s not auspicious to say this.

He coughed lightly, listened to the discussions around him, occasionally mixed with adjectives like "stinking gigolo", took a deep breath, and slightly bent and straightened his strong fingers -

【merit +1】

(End of this chapter)