Campus belle's cultivation master

With a scornful smile, akimu walked to the center of the competition field.

"This is the national skill that you Huaxia are proud of." He looked around the room and couldn't help sneering, "it's full of worthless embroidered legs. It's like a woman's wrapped feet. They're extremely ugly but they think they're beautiful. They smell disgusting and sour."

Wang Zhipeng suddenly stood up from the second row of the grandstand, his eyes burning: "nonsense

"Oh?" Akimu Saburo glanced at him, leaned back slightly and waved, "if you think I'm wrong, you can give me some advice."

Wang Zhipeng shrinks his neck and his cheek turns blue.

Even Tang Cheng was defeated so miserably that he didn't end up humiliating himself.

"Ha ha ha ha." Akimu Saburo saw that he recognized him, and laughed more wildly, "it's really one side of the soil and water raising one side of the people."

"In my opinion, not only is Chinese traditional culture backward, but also Chinese people are timid and timid. You are an inferior people, born to be conquered and enslaved. "

"There are so many people in the audience, but each one seems to have been stripped of their bones and become a walking corpse who lacks courage and strength."

"We in Dongyi only need to send out women and children to make you bow to the throne."

Tang Cheng holds the ground with one hand, props up his upper body, and stares at akimu Saburo fiercely.

"I'm not good at learning. I'm defeated by you." He had scarlet palms on his cheeks and a hoarse voice. "But it's my personal behavior, not my country or my nation."

He was as proud as he was, but he had to admit defeat on the spot. This huge sense of shame almost destroyed all his self-esteem.

But compared with the dignity of the whole country and the whole nation, his pride is not worth mentioning.

"Oh? Where is your previous arrogance? " Akimu Saburo came up to him and looked down. "I've seen your national spirit standing here."

"There are so many people in the audience, but does any guy with bones come forward and challenge me?"

"Dare not, so you are a group of cowards, you Chinese are also a group of cowards!"

In all directions, thousands of men and women were infuriated by these words, their cheeks turned white and their eyes turned scarlet.

Panting voices rang through the whole Zhuque high school martial arts hall, but no one said a word.

They are all very clear that they are by no means the opponent of akimu sanro. If they only end up with indignation, they will only get back more humiliation in the end.

Younger generation, who can fight with it, who can turn the tide?

On the rostrum, he bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Qiumujun is frank and straightforward, which is too impolite. I will talk with him in detail afterwards and ask him to apologize to you. "

Her face was full of apology, but her bright eyes were full of satisfaction.

The president of the exchange gave a four word praise of akimu sanro's "Frank personality", and did not say anything to stop the latter's raving, which is enough to show her clear position.

Chen Yihan's delicate and white cheeks seem to be covered with frost. She regrets being invited to attend today's occasion.

"Principal Zheng." She reminded from the side in a voice as cold as ice, "end this farce."

Principal Zheng Jing's body suddenly shook and accidentally knocked down the water cup on the table.

He pulled his tie a little impatiently, turned his head and looked at he Jiuxiang with a kind of look like asking for help, in an attempt to find a way out from the latter.

He Jiuxiang's moustache was so deliberate that he accidentally pulled off three or four moustaches, which made his cheek twitch.

After a long time, he sighed dejectedly.

"Give up." His voice is very light, but it seems to have a thousand pounds of weight, Zheng Jing suddenly dragged into the depths of the cold pool, "akimu Saburo is a rare genius, unless my older generation of Chinese characters, otherwise no one can be sharp."

Zheng Jing suddenly felt very funny. What is this?

Is it necessary for master he to roll his arms and sleeves in order to deal with an 18-or-9-year-old like akimu sanro?

It's not just a matter of shame, it's a matter of losing all the faces of our ancestors!

Zheng Jing was ready to plead guilty to the leader of the Department of education. In order to avoid further deterioration, he decided to give up and end the contest as soon as possible.

He cleared his throat, took a deep breath and aimed at the microphone: "students, today's contest is just a contest to promote the friendship between the two sides."

"I now announce that today's winner is..."

Voice did not fall, suddenly from the opposite stand on the first row, stood up a person.

"Wait!"

Zheng Jingyan next meal, looking at the long body of the thin figure, eyes quietly swept by a touch of confusion.

"This classmate, you want to..."

"I'm going to challenge him." Lin Yu raised his hand and pointed to akimu Saburo in the field.

Boom!

The whole Zhuque high school martial arts hall, instant boiling!

"Challenge? Does anyone really dare to challenge akimu sanro? "

"Who is he? How can you be so bold? "

"It's like Lin Yu from class seven. I've heard of his name and he's very close to Xue Xiaohua."

"Lin Yu? The guy who beat coach Wu? "

"Even Tang Cheng is not an opponent. He will lose even if he goes up. Isn't it even more humiliating?"

“...”

Zheng Jing's face trembled, feeling that things were rather difficult.

It's a shame that Tang Cheng lost the contest. If Lin Yu loses again, it will be more difficult to finish next

"This boy really doesn't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!" He Jiuxiang tossed his sleeve and said angrily, "principal Zheng, if he ends up, he will surely lose!"

His words strengthened Zheng Jing's idea and immediately chuckled twice: "this classmate, I understand your idea. But today's competition is over, and qiumu should be very tired and need rest... "

Akimu sanro raised his hand with a smile: "I accept your challenge!"

Zheng Jing's mouth tilted and he had nothing to say.

"It's nonsense!" He Jiuxiang's hands trembled with anger. If he hadn't been in full view of the public, he could even turn over the table and be furious.

In his opinion, the boy surnamed Lin didn't know the superiority of heaven and earth!

Chen Yihan's beautiful eyes twinkled slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "I think it's OK. Let him have a try."

There was a strange feeling in her heart, as if the little guy in ordinary clothes and not tall in the distance had some kind of connection with herself.

But then she realized how ridiculous this sudden idea was. It's no exaggeration to use the difference between heaven and earth to describe the great disparity between them. How can it be related.

At this time, Chen Yihan was extremely beautiful and unattainable. Full of loneliness and pride, she has not realized that in the days to come, she will be deeply rooted in the love of this ordinary boy in her eyes, and she wants to break her heart.

Of course, that's all in the future.