Longzhu Prosperity Tour

Wang Zhe was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look at the figure in front of him. He turned out to be the referee.

The old man with white beard and hair lightly glanced at Liu Junchi in front of him, and with a gentle flick of his right hand, the latter felt a gentle force of energy blowing on him, pushing him aside.

"Referee, what do you mean?" Liu Junchi saw the referee blocking his attack and saving Wang Zhe who was lying on the ground. He was naturally unhappy and couldn't help but said in a deep voice.

"He has already lost. There is no need to continue this match." The referee said softly.

"Oh yes, but I heard him admit defeat. Didn't it mean that as long as one of the players is not kicked out of the field, unconscious or admits defeat, the game will continue?" Liu Junchi's eyes lit up. After a flash, he asked softly.

The judge took a deep look at Liu Junchi and said, "He no longer has the ability to fight. He is no different from being in a coma. There is no need to continue this game, so there is no need to waste time."

"But the referee, it is not good to break the rules. There is no rule without rules. If it is like this every time, then how can we compete in future games?" Liu Junchi said without giving in at all, so what if I am the referee? Liu Junchi is not afraid.

"What do you want?" the white-haired old man asked, stroking his beard.

"It's very simple. As long as he tells me that he will admit defeat, it's not too much to ask for," Liu Junchi said lightly. He determined that just now Wang Zhe refused to admit defeat, and now it would be even more impossible for him to say the word "admit defeat" in front of him. In order to add more excitement, Liu Junchi also put on a very generous look, but his eyes looked at Wang Zhe lying on the ground with ridicule.

Zhe naturally saw the look in Liu Junchi's eyes. Originally, he was thinking that since the referees had come to help him, he could just find a step for himself and admit defeat, but Liu Junchi actually kicked She actually had to say it in front of him, and there was ridicule and contempt in her eyes, and her mood that had just calmed down was suddenly stimulated again.

"Hmph, you're dreaming that you want me to admit defeat. I can't be a referee. You don't have to worry about me. Just let him kill me if he can." Wang Zhe's stubborn temper came back. No matter what, he just refused to show up in front of me. His face surrendered.

"Referee, you have seen that I have given him a chance, but he doesn't know how to cherish it. Moreover, you see, he will give you no face at all. Why are you helping such a person?" Liu Junchi shrugged innocently He shrugged, indicating that Wang Zhe didn't want this opportunity and it had nothing to do with him. He also took the opportunity to make the referee dissatisfied with Wang Zhe.

The bearded old man looked at Liu Junchi quietly for a while, and then said, "What if I have to do this?"

Liu Junchi's expression changed slightly. He couldn't imagine why the referee was so biased towards Wang Zhe. This kind of favoritism made Liu Junchi's desire to torture Wang Zhe even stronger. "Since the referee is so biased, as a student, I have no choice but to ask the teachers and the principal on the review bench to make the judgment." Liu Junchi's move was not unskilled. He knew that even if he No matter what, as long as the referee is on Wang Zhe's side, it is impossible for him to take action.

No matter how arrogant he is, he can't be confident enough to defeat the referee. Just when he used Yuan Li to push himself away, and he felt that Yuan Li was still very soft, he knew how powerful the referee was. It was so terrifying that even his father would probably not be his opponent, let alone himself.

But although he couldn't beat the referee, as long as he moved the principal and the others out, he wouldn't necessarily listen to the principal's words, not to mention his uncle. As long as his uncle helped him to say a few words, the referee would not be brave enough. You don't dare to be tough with the dean, right?

So he thought that his skill was quite good, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. In his mind, he began to imagine the embarrassed appearance of the referee, and the painful scene of Wang Zhe being tortured by his own hands. Thinking of this, He felt a sense of pleasure.

"Teachers and principals, please comment. The referee is so biased in favor of Wang Zhe and the students are not convinced. Teachers, please give the students justice," Liu Junchi said, bowing to the stage.

All the teachers on the judging panel came down at this time. Naturally, they all saw the scene that just happened. When Liu Junchi shouted, they had to come down. The teachers walked up to the fighting platform and walked towards Liu Junchi. The latter felt proud. It seemed that the teachers were all helping him. Look at it now Why are you still helping me?

However, he found that every teacher looked at him with a strange look in his eyes. He was a little surprised. Is there something on his face? Just when he was confused, he suddenly saw his uncle. He was about to be happy. He went to say hello, but the latter winked at him anxiously, looking eager.

He was a little confused as to what was going on. Seeing that he hadn't reacted yet, Liu Qingcang quickly cleared his throat and shouted in his direction: "Why don't you apologize quickly?"

Liu Junchi was stunned and apologized. Then he turned around and saw the referee behind him. He suddenly realized that my uncle wanted the referee to apologize to me. However, it seems a little inappropriate to ask the teacher to apologize for this kind of thing, right? Are they so strong in school?

He was just about to say that there was no need to apologize, as long as he stopped favoring Wang Zhe. Before he could say anything, Liu Qingcang saw that he still didn't respond and immediately walked over and interrupted him without saying anything. If he wanted to say something, he pulled him to the referee, bowed to the referee and said: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Gao, my nephew is also young and energetic, and was dazzled by the victory. I hope you don't blame him." "Why are Junchi so stunned and not apologizing to Mr. Gao? Mr. Gao is the previous principal of our school. He is now over a hundred years old, so he must not be rude." Liu Qingcang scolded Liu Junchi loudly, and also felt sorry for him. He explained.

The previous principal Liu Junchi was really shocked now. This referee turned out to be the previous principal. However, why the previous principal would be a referee here? This thing is too weird. Although he was really shocked, But he reacted immediately and quickly bowed to the referee and said, "Mr. Gao, Junchi just took offense."

He actually kicked the iron plate, which made Liu Junchi feel very depressed. Moreover, it was a super big iron plate.

"Teacher, young people are inevitably high-spirited, so don't blame them." Principal Yan said respectfully. Seeing Liu Qingcang's pleading eyes, Principal Yan was helpless and pleaded with Mr. Gao.

Liu Junchi felt like crying. He was still Principal Yan's teacher. How could he be so unlucky?

The old man, known as Mr. Gao, just nodded lightly, "I am no longer the principal, so there is no need to call me that. I just want to stay in this school where I have devoted my whole life and look at these energetic young people." People, I am very happy in my heart, just like looking at my own children and grandchildren."

Gao Lao glanced at Liu Junchi who had his head lowered, and said: "Young man, being young and energetic is not a bad thing, but you have to exercise proper restraint. It's not good to show off your sharpness. It's easy to break after just one year. If you have to spare others, spare them."

Liu Junchi, who had his head lowered, had a flash of light in his eyes. He raised his head with a sincere expression on his face and said, "Student, please remember. Thank you, Mr. Gao, for your teachings." Then he stepped aside and said no more words.

Gao Lao just gave some advice, but if he didn't listen, he had no choice but to go in. The other teachers also said hello to Mr. Gao one after another. Many of them were students he taught back then. Originally, in this elite selection competition, Mr. Gao was planned to sit in the evaluation seat of Principal Yan, but Mr. Gao But he insisted on being a referee because it was too boring to sit and watch. When Principal Yan heard this reason, he twitched his lips and was speechless. Under the strong request of Mr. Gao, Principal Yan reluctantly agreed to his request.

"Okay, you all go down, don't delay the next game." Mr. Gao exchanged a few words with Principal Yan, and then urged them to get off the stage.

Principal Yan and the others agreed and returned to the judging table.

"Liu Junchi won this match. The medical staff carried the injured person down for treatment. The match will continue after one minute." Gao Lao announced in a deep voice.

Walking to Wang Zhe's side, Mr. Gao raised his hand and slowly injected Yuan Li into Wang Zhe's body. He had already diagnosed him when Liu Junchi asked Principal Yan and the others to come down. The injury was not special. It was serious, except that he lost a lot of blood and his right leg was fractured. But with his physical strength, he can recover after a few days of rest.

"Thank you, Mr. Gao. The student was too impulsive." Wang Zhe looked at Mr. Gao with an awkward expression.

"Haha, young people, you are a little stubborn and a little proud, which is not a bad thing. I just like the way you are full of energy and never give up." Gao Lao said with a smile.

Wang Zhe touched his head and smiled sheepishly.