The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Qiongsen, the largest underground fighting club in Jingzhou, has not seen such madness for several years.

On the towering dome, hundreds of lamps were lit for two whole days.

The men and women under the ring were swaying wildly, waving and shouting like they were on drugs. Some even took off their coats, took off their underwear and threw them towards the high platform.

They struggled to put their hands on the edge of the ring and stretched inside.

Like the most crazy and sincere believer, he is making a pilgrimage to the beauty of fighting who will always stand on the stage.

The young man on the stage had a naked and thin upper body, his arms were stretched out and rested on the side ropes, his finger bones were red, his neck was raised, and he had a breathtaking jawline, and his face was extremely beautiful and handsome.

There were a few dazzling blue marks on the pale skin covered with sweat. The broad and strong back muscles pulled the sexy muscles on the shoulders and arms, drawing out lines full of strength. The thin and tough muscles were steaming with heat.

The undulating chest muscles with slight panting, the tight and perfect abdominal muscles, and the several protruding and winding tendons are the beauty goddess Venus that artists will be crazy about.

"Beep—Xiao, win!"

The referee blew his whistle, and the crowd's roar almost shook the venue.

Only Xiao Jingchuan, who was leaning lazily on the side rope, ignored him.

He tilted his chin, his eyelids were half-raised, and his slightly drooped thick eyelashes covered his dark, lifeless pupils.

"next."

A young and magnetic voice as low as wine, frivolous and lazy.

The indifferent thin lips pulled out a cold smile that was seductive and full of mechanical feeling.

The men and women in the audience were all excited, their hearts were on fire, and their souls were not thinking about Shu.

"Xiao! iloveu!"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

"Amana! Amana! Ahhhhh!"

"What kind of luck did I have? It's been a long time since I came back to Qiongsen and I met Xiao Laida!"

"Xiao! My muse! I'm not going home tonight!"

"I haven't seen such an exciting wheel duel for a long time, damn!"

……

"Fuck..."

Qi Dongyang squatted beside the sofa in the corner, pulling his hair in collapse.

"Qiao Sen, why don't you turn off the switch and close the door! If you keep turning on it, he will die from exhaustion, and all the VIPs in your club will be exhausted!"

"It's been two days! How many have been carried down already!"

The person in charge of Qiong Sen, the boss on the surface, Qiao Sen, is a black man of mixed Chinese and European descent.

A tall, muscular man of 1.9 meters, with half of his arms hanging by gauze, hugging a pillow, slumped on the sofa which was a little small for him.

"Qi, he feels uncomfortable, we know that."

I have studied Chinese hard for nearly 10 years, and my words are correct and my pronunciation is smooth, and I can't hear any foreign accent.

"This is a horse-trading! No matter how uncomfortable it is, we can't kill it!"

Qi Dongyang sat down on the ground in frustration. He looked back and saw Qiao Sen's broken left arm, which he had sacrificed his life to accompany Junzi yesterday, and said "fuck" again in discomfort.

He raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Jingchuan, who was engaged in a new round of fierce fighting, but had no expression on his face, and repeatedly punched with precision and brutality like a robot. He had been his good brother who had always worn a pair of pants since he was a child.

The 17-year-old boy had tears in his eyes, and his eyes were red.

Qi Dongyang wiped his eyes with his arm fiercely, "No! We can't go on like this. I'll ask Brother Chu Fei to come over."

Qiao Sen smiled helplessly, revealing his white teeth on his dark face.

He pointed to the lounge next to him with his crippled elbow.

"Chu was still angry inside. When he came in the morning, Xiao punched him with a black eye, and three monitoring instruments were broken."

Qi Dongyang:......

Qiao Sen sat up straight and patted his little brother, who was seven or eight years younger than him, with his right hand: "Xiao will be fine. Where are Chairman Xiao and his wife?"

Qi Dongyang held up his hand and sat on the sofa.

"Uncle Sheng and Aunt Xiao took the old lady's body back to the old house in Ancheng, and my parents also went with them. It was said that it was the old lady's last wish to go to Sister Xiaoqing's grave before cremation. See you there. Once I meet her sweet granddaughter.”

"She only remembered her granddaughter. Before she left, she even wanted to force her grandson to death to be willing to do so."

Qi Dongyang lowered his head, thinking of the scenes in the hospital a few days ago, and his tone even contained disrespectful complaints.

"If Sister Qing knew that she had done this, she would not even close her eyes in heaven. Everyone knows that my sister's death was obviously not Jingchuan's fault."

Qi Dongyang said sadly.

When he looked up, he happened to see Xiao Jingchuan on the stage, exhausted and punched on the head. However, he smiled even more brightly, which was timid and confusing.

Qi Dongyang jumped up suddenly, pointed at his opponent and cursed.

"Cao Nima, where are you going to fight!"

He frowned and looked at the people on stage and off stage who had stayed up for two days and two nights and were all crazy. He turned around and slapped Qiao Sen on the arm.

"Hurry up! Tell people to clear up the place! Don't go up to fight with him again. Otherwise, my dad will kill me when he comes back. He's not a good person."

He said, turning around and going to knock on the door of the lounge aggressively.

As soon as he raised his hand, the door opened from the inside.

"What are you doing, you want to punch me too?"

Chu Fei Qingjun's face smelled bad, and his right eye was bruised.

Qi Dongyang smiled and scratched his head, and said anxiously: "Brother Chu Fei, you also know that Jingchuan didn't mean it. Think of a way quickly. If the fight continues, someone will die!"

"It's other people's lives that are going to be sacrificed. How many people can beat that brat?" Chu Fei said coolly and slowly took out a medical kit.

"Tell Qiao Sen to disperse the people, and Lao Zhang will bring them over immediately."

"Who does Uncle Zhang bring?" Qi Dongyang scratched his forehead.

"Of course we need to bring a few strong special forces soldiers!!! Otherwise, can you, me, or Qiao Sen, who has only one hand, be able to hold him down? I'm not looking for death."

Chu Fei angrily put down the medicine box and took out a bottle of injection.

While taking out the syringe and sipping water, he sneered conspiratorially: "Brother Fei, if I give you another black eye, you can apply to be a national treasure."

……

"Tangjiao, Tangjiao."

"Tangjiao!"

"I'm calling you! Come up quickly! 2 yuan!"

Tang Jiao, who was wandering in his thoughts while standing under the flag-raising platform, was urged to the podium by Chen Mili.

No. 20 in the 1-kilometer hiking chapter of the freshman military training, with a total of 38 collected.

The left hand is holding a bright red certificate, and the right hand is holding a thick envelope.

The audience was so dark that Tang Jiao couldn't see anyone's expressions clearly.

She was just thinking that Xiao Jingchuan was right and they took first place.

But, what about Xiao Jingchuan?

Next to her stood a row of students receiving different awards, except for the most outstanding figure.

……

"Tangjiao, Tangjiao!"

"What's wrong with you today? You're out of your mind."

Chen Mili lay on the edge of Tang Jiao's table, picked up the certificate and waved it in front of her eyes.

Tang Jiao came to his senses, hesitated for a long time, looked back at the empty seats, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Mi Li, Xiao Jingchuan...why hasn't he come yet?"

Chen Mili also shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, maybe you have to take leave for something?"

"Then...forget it."

Tang Jiao lowered his eyes and kept rubbing the rough edges of the cowhide envelope with his fingertips.

"Tang Jiao, you who are walking behind the crane actually took away my super game notebook!"

Lin Haojie came in from outside and lay on his seat sadly.