Chapter 47 Wang Yang
You are cold-hearted and unreasonable.
Everyone at No. 15 Middle School felt that encountering No. 25 Middle School was not a good thing, but in fact, the feeling at No. 25 Middle School was not very good either.
It was mainly Yang Zheng who showed his evil nature.
Although Li Xiantian gave a reason, it still made people feel a little uncomfortable.
You said that you were fully prepared, using all your strength, and displaying all your life's skills, thinking of having a big fight with the other party.
You don't care about getting bloodied or having broken bones or bruises, but the other person just stretches his legs or arms, and you fall...
"I have to save my dignity too!" said a cute-looking boy.
He had a round face, big eyes, long eyelashes, and two dimples when he smiled. When he didn't speak, he was sweet and cute. But when he opened his mouth, everything was ruined. He put his arm around the shoulder of a stern-faced boy next to him and said, "Isn't it Ma Chao?"
Ma Chao moved aside, and he immediately followed him like a shadow. Ma Chao moved aside again, and he caught up with him again.
Ma Chao could no longer bear it: "That's enough, Wang Yang!"
Yes, this round-faced boy was No. 25 Middle School's current top fighter, Level 5 Wang Yang. Hearing Ma Chao's words, he blinked, "You're so cold-blooded."
Ma Chao gnashed his teeth, feeling that it was unfair that someone like him could become a level five!
Their coach over there saw that this was not going to work, so he clapped his hands and said, "Alright, alright, that Yang Zheng is a little unusual, but we don't have to worry too much. After all, there's only one of her in No. 15 Middle School..."
"That's the scariest thing," Wang Yang said. "If she defeats us all... Coach, you'll be completely humiliated."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School twitched his lips, and Wang Yang continued, "If we lose to No. 1 High School, we lose, and you have something to say, Coach. Ah, we lost to No. 1 High School, and we're used to losing anyway... uh, uh uh uh uh—"
Before he could finish his words, his coach grabbed his neck.
"Are you used to it?"
Wang Yang opened and closed his mouth again and again, but no sound came out. He could only put his hands on both sides of his ears and imitated the puppy nodding.
His coach glared at him, took a deep breath, and then let go of his hand. "At this point, there's no one who's weak. No. 15 Middle School is different from ordinary schools, but we just need to play seriously. Do you really want to let one person penetrate the entire team?"
His teammates quickly shook their heads.
He looked at them and said, "Answer me."
"No!"
"Louder!"
"No——" the students' voices became louder.
"Nothing"
"No penetration! I absolutely cannot let her penetrate alone, even if I die, I will never let her penetrate alone!" Wang Yang, catching his breath, raised his arms repeatedly, but seeing his coach's strange look, he quickly changed his words, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"
After all, he was the strongest fighter in No. 25 Middle School. With that shout, he quickly led a group of people. His coach saw this and finally did not reach out his hand again, but he could not help feeling tired in his heart.
Although he performed very well in front of his students, the coach of No. 25 Middle School was actually a little embarrassed.
He has several level three warriors, and one level four and one level five scholar.
Originally, theoretically speaking, except for No. 1 High School, they could defeat any school in Biandong City with this kind of combat power.
For example, Li Meng from No. 13 Middle School was very powerful, but there was only one level three player left in No. 13 Middle School, so Ma Chao here could take over.
No. 13 Middle School is already a good school in Biandong City. It is not easy to find a second-level school among the schools below it.
There is only one high school, and they have five levels and four levels.
But now, I happened to meet No. 15 Middle School... or I happened to meet Yang Zheng.
After chatting with the coach of No. 1 High School last time, he also asked people about Yang Zheng, but after asking around, he only found out that Yang Zheng was determined to go to X University and even rejected the Fushan School for this reason, but he was not very clear about the rest.
Of course, the Fukuyama faction wanted to recruit her, which proved that she was truly special. But that was something you could tell by watching her compete!
No one can explain exactly what makes her so special and where this specialness comes from - let Yang Zheng herself say that it is related to quantum physics.
He felt that this was clearly Yang Zheng's excuse.
If it's hard to say, then just make up something even harder to say. If he really takes it seriously, then he's crazy.
Yang Zheng's current state was more like another situation—he was a coach at No. 25 Middle School, and he himself was a seventh-level post-natal master, so he had a vague understanding of some things. But at the same time, he also knew the power of the Public Security Bureau, and knew that if Yang Zheng really had any abnormalities, the Public Security Bureau would never let her go.
So, she is normal, but her fighting style is weird.
The coach of No. 25 Middle School was feeling very uncomfortable and confused. What was even more uncomfortable and confused was that he didn't know how to arrange the troops.
Put it on the third level, Dong Haoran’s example is in front.
Level 4... doesn't seem safe enough, so let's go with level 5.
The coach of No. 25 Middle School thought about it and gritted his teeth.
Another game day.
There were obviously fewer people in the stands with a capacity of 30,000 people than before.
After all, the games now come one by one.
And there are only two sessions every day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Even if all students from both sides arrived, it would be difficult to fill all the seats.
However, this did not affect the atmosphere of the venue at all.
The students from No. 15 Middle School were shouting at the top of their lungs, and the students from No. 25 Middle School were no less enthusiastic.
Now No. 15 Middle School has become very organized. Not only do they have unified uniforms, but many people also hold up signs.
But at No. 25 Middle School, everyone wore red scarves, and there were two square teams holding uniform cheering signs.
The gap between the two schools can be felt just from the teams on both sides.
To be honest, it was like a ragtag army encountering a regular army.
You don't have to actually fight, just looking at the formation you can tell they are not on the same level.
No. 15 Middle School was already feeling a little guilty, and in this comparison, although its voice remained unchanged, its momentum was obviously suppressed.
Until Yang Zheng stood up.
In the past, she always wrapped the martial arts club's coat around her, but this time, she wore it draped over her body.
After half a month, her hair grew a little longer, covering her eyes in the front and her neck in the back.
Her hair is a little curly. It's fine when it's short, but when it grows this long, it becomes fluffy. At first glance, it looks a bit like a lion's afro.
With this image, she wouldn't even be able to pass the first hurdle in a beauty pageant, but now in a martial arts competition, she has a sense of heroism.
And because she has been going out early and coming back late recently, and she was detained in the Public Security Bureau for more than ten days earlier and couldn't be exposed to the sun, her skin is extremely white.
And her mental power broke through to the innate level.
That is the lion head with cold white skin, full of energy, and with the coat on, he creates a feeling of heroic and explosiveness.
The poor students in No. 15 Middle School suddenly raised their voices as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline.
"Yang Zheng—Yang Zheng—"
hysteria.
Yang Zheng didn't look back, but just walked step by step.
She walked slowly, as if she was gathering energy, as if she was rushing towards the battlefield - and this was indeed her battlefield.
She is the only one in No. 15!
If she loses, then even if the remaining Liu siblings or Chang Bin attack together, it will be useless.
She is the only one among the fifteen of them!
They were able to come this far because of her, and whether they could go on depends on her!
As she walked step by step, Principal Zhang couldn't help but stand up: "Yang Zheng - Yang Zheng -"
The camera gave Yang Zheng a close-up. She pursed her lips, and there was no change on her face, no sadness or joy, no emotion or desire.
The commentator commented: "Now we are seeing Yang Zheng from No. 15 Middle School. She is not a warrior, yes, not. Although I have already said this, I still want to repeat it here, she is not a warrior. However, it can be said that No. 15 Middle School was able to break through the group stage because of her. This statement is a bit... seems inappropriate. The other players from No. 15 Middle School also worked very hard, played very good games for us, and even gave us very touching games. Liu Kai, facing a second-level warrior, did not give in; Chang Bin, who is not a warrior yet, pulled down Lin Xingyu from No. 27 Middle School. These moments made us feel the true meaning of martial arts. However, Dong Haoran, Dong Haoran, who is already able to use martial arts moves, I think, if it weren't for Yang Zheng, they would have no way. And now, Yang Zheng is facing Wang Yang, Wang Yang from No. 25 Middle School, a level 5 Wang Yang. Does she still have a way? Is she still okay?"
The camera turned to Wang Yang.
Wang Yang, with a lovely smile, stretched out his hand, which immediately attracted more screams.
Just now, when Yang Zheng took one step at a time, the momentum of No. 15 Middle School also rose step by step, but now with a wave of Wang Yang's hand, it seemed to be suppressed again.
Seeing this, Coach Liu felt dejected. He clenched his fists, and just as he was about to take action, someone stood up beside him. His back was slightly bent, his shoulders hunched. He raised his arms with all his might, but he could only extend them at a 45-degree angle. However, his voice was incredibly loud, a voice that could strike fear into the students even in the midst of a crowd of people—Teacher Zhang!
With thirty years of experience, he also shouted: "Yang Zheng——"
Yang Zheng still didn't look back. She walked to the ring. Over there, Wang Yang had already jumped up. Looking at Yang Zheng's indifferent expression, he tilted his head and said, "You are so heartless."
Yang Zheng looked at him without saying anything.
"So cold"
Yang Zheng raised his head and said: "I am cold and ruthless."
Wang Yang shrugged and was about to speak when Yang Zheng spoke up, "You're the one who's cold-blooded and unreasonable."
Wang Yang was startled: "What?"
Yang Zheng gave him a cold smile, which Wang Yang felt was wrong: "How could I be cold-hearted or unreasonable?"
"How can you not be heartless, cruel, or unreasonable?"
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