Chapter 229 Why are you so reckless?
Su Miao was momentarily taken aback, then became flustered. She had gotten herself into this mess because of her kindness, and now she couldn't shake it off.
"What's wrong with him?" Su Miao asked his eldest apprentice. "When did he arrive?"
“It’s been a while.” The eldest apprentice carefully considered his words as he looked at Su Miao’s expression. “You didn’t come here often before, so I didn’t see you.”
It was premeditated. They figured out her life trajectory, where she went, what she did, what time she came home, and even her route home. Otherwise, they wouldn't have staged that whole thing at the alley entrance.
Zhou Wenhao's clothes were white, and his martial arts uniform was loose. His hands and feet were tied tightly with red cloth strips, and a belt was tied around his waist, making his waist look slender and strong. He had long arms and legs and an outstanding figure.
Su Miao felt a sudden tremor in her heart for no apparent reason.
The competition is conducted in pairs, with the winners continuing to advance in pairs. The last remaining winner will then receive personal coaching from her.
However, she set another rule: if a loser refuses to accept defeat, they can continue the challenge until they win, or they can't hold on any longer and choose to give up.
Su Miao admires people who persevere, which is why she created this rule. She wanted to see if the people in her martial arts school had that kind of spirit.
Su Miao sipped his tea, watching the martial arts practitioners fight, his face grim. The Su family had all perfectly mimicked Su Xu's aloof and unapproachable demeanor when he was silent.
The eldest disciple served him with trepidation, adding tea, serving snacks, and offering interpretations.
Zhou Wenhao came on stage, and Su Miao frowned almost imperceptibly. Her eldest apprentice, who had been carefully observing, immediately said, "Although this person hasn't been here long, he has made rapid progress, but he doesn't come often. It is said that he is currently a senior in high school and doesn't have time."
Su Miao really wanted to curse. They were in their final year of high school, and they were still messing around with all this nonsense. Wasn't this ruining their future? Didn't their parents care? Couldn't they grasp the point? Was this the time to be thinking about other things?
"Give him the money back and tell him not to come again." Su Miao slammed the cup on the table. Her eldest apprentice immediately swallowed the words he wanted to say and could only nod and say, "Okay."
Zhou Wenhao won easily, earning cheers from the crowd. Su Miao's expression was even worse. Zhou Wenhao's victory was not due to any martial arts foundation; it was entirely because he was used to fighting, unafraid of pain, and relied on a ruthless, reckless charge—a subconscious reaction from his body accustomed to brawling.
So why doesn't he compete for an Oscar? His acting skills are truly exceptional.
After Zhou Wenhao advanced, Wang Kun was drawn by lot.
Wang Kun has practiced martial arts since childhood and won many awards. He is just a little bit inferior to his senior brother Lin Handong. He is Su Miao's right-hand man in the martial arts school. It's Zhou Wenhao's bad luck to run into him.
The outcome of this battle is already decided; there is no suspense whatsoever.
Zhou Wenhao stood opposite Wang Kun, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he tensed up to strike first.
The opponent was no pushover either, with rich combat experience, and Zhou Wenhao was at a disadvantage after a few rounds.
Every punch landed squarely, and Zhou Wenhao was hit several times, his legs retreating step by step. He had no choice but to raise his arms to cover his face.
Su Miao sat up straight and clenched her fists.
Wang Kun delivered a whip kick, side kicking Zhou Wenhao in the head.
Zhou Wenhao was momentarily dazed, his mind went blank, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Miao, and he smiled.
He was knocked to the ground with a thud, but when he looked at her face, he smiled radiantly.
His gaze was stubborn and intense, and everyone around him followed his gaze to Su Miao.
Su Miao exuded a chilling aura, "Next!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wenhao shook his head, propped himself up on the ground with his hands, and said, "I'll continue."
He lowered his head, chuckled, and rubbed his face. He slowly stood up from the ground, still smiling. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, savoring the sweet and metallic taste.
It was as if his bloodthirsty nature had suddenly erupted; his eyelids drooped and he raised them, then charged forward with a smile.
He fell down again and again, and got up again and again. Blood trickled from the corner of Zhou Wenhao's mouth, and his eyes were red.
He stood up unsteadily, glared at Su Miao fiercely, and said, "Again."
Wang Kun was a little scared, thinking that this person was simply reckless. Was it really necessary to fight so desperately in a fight within the same group?
Everyone was puzzled, but Su Miao was terrified.
Because the winner can have a legitimate reason to walk towards her, look at her face to face, talk to her, engage in back-and-forth conversation, and physically touch and entangle each other, no longer helplessly gazing at her from afar through the crowd.
Why did she bring up a sparring match for no reason? What kind of ridiculous rule is this? Wang Kun has been coached by her for many years, so Su Miao naturally knows that the outcome of this match is a foregone conclusion, and even if Zhou Wenhao insists, it will be of no use.
Su Miao couldn't bear to look any longer, so she lowered her head, as if trying to escape.
The muffled thuds of the flesh being struck, along with the sudden, furious shout, seemed to grip people's hearts.
Su Miao suddenly looked up and saw that it was Wang Kun lying on the ground. Zhou Wenhao was panting and half-kneeling on the ground, slowly raising his head.
His face was covered in sweat and blood, and his clothes were soaked and wrapped around his body, but he was still extremely proud. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and stretched out the other hand towards Su Miao, saying, "I won."
I'm not afraid of being hit, I'm not afraid of pain, I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just afraid of not being able to get to her.
Su Miao stood up, somewhat dazed, not knowing why. When she came to her senses, she had already walked up to Zhou Wenhao, taken his hand, and helped him up.
"I won." Zhou Wenhao said, panting heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on Su Miao's eyes.
This same sentence kept repeating itself, as if it were forcing her to fulfill her promise.
He longed to touch the person before him, even if it meant pain, but only under such a pretext could he satisfy his covetousness and greed.
Su Miao turned and left as if fleeing, coldly saying, "Disperse."
Standing under everyone's gaze, Zhou Wenhao's eyes slowly dimmed, his sharp expression suddenly relaxed, and the tension he had been maintaining vanished.
"Hey!" The footsteps behind me were hurried, flustered, and chaotic.
Zhou Wenhao leaned back and fell straight to the ground.
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