Chapter 43 Cousin
Won? Fang Yu won?
Everyone present couldn't believe that this sophomore had actually beaten a retired top four player in the country.
Even though this top four boxer in the country has retired for many years, he is still at a semi-professional level. The biggest difference between him and the active boxers is just the difference in reaction and physical fitness. Professional boxers don't dare to 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 Ming'en was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. "Jia, Jiayan, your cousin is amazing, isn't he? He seems to be a sophomore in the School of Economics as well. He looks familiar. Which class is he from?"
In an instant, he 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, 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 boxing 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 after he came down from the boxing ring.
This water cup is one I have 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 rough.
"...I'm fine." After vomiting, Mada didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. He stabilized himself, waved his hands, and 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 why, but he still took off his gloves and handed them to Mada.
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 don’t feel so much 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 are at their limits.
Ma Da sighed, took off his hand guard, and shook hands with Fang Yu. "You fought well. Your punches are really... heavy, unlike most people. By the way, did my punch really not hurt you? It's best to get an MRI soon. In case there's a bone fracture, you might not feel it with your adrenaline high and too excited. It's best to check it out."
"It's okay, I've touched it myself, so it should be fine. Besides, 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 firmly.
The power of that punch was quite different from the power of Mada's swing punch that he blocked. He guessed that Mada was holding back at that time.
After saying that, Mada sighed: "I lost, so I lost... I lost, so don't make excuses for me. Sigh, I have to admit that I'm old."
Although there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, this is how modern competitive sports are. No matter how awesome a person is, there will come a day when he loses. If you are so desperate 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 much about it.
But through this chat with Mada, especially the fight in the boxing ring, Fang Yu really felt that Mada was a good person.
He is a bit pretentious, not pretending to be cool, but pretending to be cultured. If he accidentally spits out a swear word, he will have to eat it back.
Sometimes it is like this, the more grassroots and low-educated the boss is and the more he has higher aspirations, the more he pays attention to the quality of conversation.
However, those who have been teachers, studied in famous universities, have academic backgrounds, and have returned from overseas studies, on the contrary, say "ta ma" all the time to show how bandit-like and down-to-earth they are.
Make up for what you lack.
"Mr. Ma, you're 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 joined any club activities? Are you interested in joining the boxing club?" Xie Jingwei patted Fang Yu's shoulder. "With such muscular body, it would be a shame if you didn't become an athlete. Hehe."
Athlete girl?
That's really fun to do.
I have already done it.
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 clothes first. Fang Yu and I have something to talk about 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 there was a nostalgic odor.
After Mada got his own boxing gloves at the age of 17, he rarely smelled this smell again, and he really 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. He 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 offer water with the thermos cup in hand when he saw a white figure approaching with a bottle of Wahaha in 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 3:7 ratio. It's 3061, and there are still people with this hairstyle?
Who is this?
"Hello, junior. I'm Wang Mingen, the head of the Arts Department of the School of Economics Student Union, and also Jiayan's leader."
Wang Ming'en modestly adjusted his side bangs and smiled warmly.
Wang Ming'en is not short, he is about 1.8 meters tall, but he always feels a little intimidated in front of Fang Yu, who is shirtless and muscular.
Good words?
Lu Jiayan?
Lu Jiayan was also a little confused. Wang Ming'en just said, "Your cousin is coming down. I'll go get him a bottle of water," and then he ran out. By the time she reacted, the Wahaha in Wang Ming'en'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 in 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 that of an old man on the subway (who can post a picture), Lu Jiayan was afraid of being exposed, so he hurriedly and reluctantly called out, "Cousin."
Then he winked at Fang Yu inconspicuously.
This was the first time she made such a big expression today.
Won't you get wrinkles?
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled like a kind father and put his arm around Lu Jiayan's shoulders.
"Cousin, why are you here?"
I recently reread my first book, which I wrote seven years ago, and was completely captivated. It's incredibly well-written. Aside from the first few chapters, where I was a bit uneasy about writing for the first time, it got better and better. Nearly 900 chapters and two million words in, I'm almost skeptical that I wrote this. In seven years, I haven't seen a more professional industry article, except for Zhiniao Village.
It's a pity that it was blocked, alas.
(End of this chapter)
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