Hao Zhangwen slurped down almost half a cup of milk tea in one go. After swallowing it all, he asked Zhao Sun:
"Won't he get into a fight with Lao Bei?"
"The little rascal seems quite polite."
Zhao Xun said calmly, "Besides, even if he wanted to argue with Lao Bei, Lao Bei wouldn't give him the chance..."
Liu Jie looked completely confused:
"No, what are you talking about?"
"Looking for that junior from Laobei..."
As Zhao Xun spoke, Liu Jie's bewildered look made him realize something, and then he said with disdain, "You haven't forgotten who that guy is, have you?"
Liu Jie scratched the back of his head: "It does look quite familiar to me."
Zhao Sun rolled her eyes.
To be honest, with that face of Sun'er, her eye-rolling actually looks quite charming...
"The one who wrestled with Monkey King before and won," Hao Zhangwen reminded him.
Liu Jie then opened his mouth wide, exclaimed "Oh!", and then looked on in astonishment:
"Didn't my youngest son like my daughter-in-law?"
"It's amazing you still remember that."
Zhao Xun had a headache: "If his mother put a funnel on your head, she could definitely pour out a bucket of water."
After remembering this, Liu Jie became somewhat worried. He had no desire to argue with Zhao Xun and wanted to turn back.
"What if he gets into a fight with Lao Bei? No, I have to go back and check on him..."
Hao Zhangwen grabbed him, and Zhao Sun looked at him with even more contempt:
"If that kid gets into a fight with Lao Bei, you'll have to worry about his safety... Lao Bei would definitely win in a one-on-one fight."
"What if he calls for help?" Liu Jie was still a little worried.
"He's calling for backup? If he were shouting at Jiangda University, Lao Bei could call all the tough guys on the college basketball team. If he were off campus, even the pancake vendors, barbecue vendors, and fruit and watermelon vendors would have to come and help Lao Bei out... What's the rush?" Zhao Sun glanced at Liu Jie.
Liu Jie's mental state has finally stabilized.
After thinking silently for a while, he nodded in agreement:
"Hmm, as expected of my son, he has the bearing of an emperor."
...
Ji Qingqian handed the boy the half-finished glass of juice...
After that, she sang "Courage," followed by the boy singing "I'll Share My Juice with You"...
After they finished singing, the two walked away hand in hand...
The scene of Ji Qingqian running towards the boy who had been waiting for her after school...
All of these images clearly surfaced in Chen Wei's mind.
And Wang Jue's recent statement, "Class monitor, Ji Qingqian has a boyfriend," overlaps with the senior's current statement, "That's right, she's my girlfriend."
Chen Wei suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
Lu Yibei looked at him.
The latter did not speak.
Lu Yibei chuckled and asked, "Are you sure you don't need me to buy you something to drink?"
"No need," Chen Wei shook his head again.
Lu Yibei hummed in agreement: "Then I'll be going?"
As he was about to leave, Chen Wei suddenly called him back.
"Senior Lu, I heard from the instructor that you beat him last year, is that right?"
Lu Yibei turned around again to face Chen Wei. He scratched the back of his head vigorously and finally nodded.
"Hmm, Brother Monkey underestimated his opponent."
“…I still want to have a match with you,” Chen Wei said.
When he asked the instructor who was better between him and Senior Lu, the instructor said that they would only know after they competed.
But at that time, Senior Lu had to go to class, so he left first.
Chen Wei couldn't figure out if he had deserted his post...
In fact, whether it's running away at the last minute, disdain for comparing with oneself, or actually having to attend class... it doesn't matter to Chen Wei or Lu Yibei.
Chen Wei knew.
Even if he beats his senior, it won't mean anything.
But he just wanted to compete.
Lu Yibei sighed. He had long expected this outcome, and the words "Please spare me" had just reached his throat.
Chen Wei's determined gaze, however, changed his mind.
Lu Yibei placed his hands on his lower back and stretched forcefully twice:
"I haven't had a proper workout in a long time... Go easy on me later, it's traditional kung fu, we stop when we've hit you."
Chen Wei nodded.
"Let's find a secluded place to compete. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm quite proud of myself," Lu Yibei said.
Chen Wei nodded again, and quickly added as if to reassure her:
"Don't worry, whether I win or lose, I will never tell Ji Qingqian."
"…Um."
Lu Yibei laughed.
Chen Wei also showed a simple smile.
Then!
…
"...Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!"
Chen Wei fell to the ground, one arm was held down by Lu Yibei with one hand, and the other arm was pulled straight and tied behind his back.
Lu Yibei's knee was about to press down on Chen Wei's lower back.
Whether he exerted force with his knees or his hands, Chen Wei could feel a sharp, aching pain, as if his hands were about to break.
Chen Wei's dark face flushed red. What happened to the agreement to stop there?!
Lu Yibei's white T-shirt was also covered in dust, with one patch turning black.
But no matter how you look at it, Lu Yibei has the upper hand.
Lu Yibei didn't ask Chen Wei if he admitted defeat. After hearing the latter cry out in pain, he immediately let go.
After he stood up, Chen Wei immediately felt a sense of relief.
However, Chen Wei did not get up. Instead, he turned over and lay flat on the cement floor.
This is in front of a teaching building; no one would be here at this time.
Lu Yibei stood with his hands on his hips, panting heavily:
"You little rascal, you're got real strength, you're really powerful..."
Chen Wei reluctantly raised his head and looked at the boy whose back was to the sun.
Despite receiving praise, the final result remained unchanged.
He was lying down, while the senior was standing.
This time it was a little different from the time Chen Wei fought Monkey King. Lu Yibei didn't just rely on brute force; he used some grappling techniques.
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