In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Seeing Zhang Xiangbei protecting the two young stand-ins behind him, the stand-ins in the tower fell into chaos.

Which of them was not a fan of Zhang Xiangbei at the beginning?

Who among them has not been proud of Zhang Xiangbei?

After several years of wasted time, they betrayed their original intention.

Especially when Zhang Xiangbei became an obstacle for them to realize their self-worth, their hearts were divided.

bang.

There was a substitute, and he threw down the Beimang sword.

He looked complex, emotionally agitated and confused.

He trembled all over and said, "I can't draw my sword on Zhang Xiangbei."

Once upon a time, Zhang Xiangbei was a light guiding the direction of life, an idol, and a symbol in his substitute body.

He knows Zhang Xiangbei.

I don’t understand either.

When Zhang Xiangbei explained why he didn't need a stand-in and protected two immature young stand-ins behind him, several of the stand-ins felt extremely ashamed.

China needs Zhang Xiangbei.

But there is no need for Zhang Xiangbei who just wants to enjoy the flowers and applause and become famous.

Zhang Xiangbei doesn't need these either.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Ruoyu calmly stared at the substitutes who had turned their backs on the battlefield: "Pick up the knife."

"Zhang Xiangbei will never be timid in the face of battle."

When the stand-ins heard this, they retreated to the side with sad faces, as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no fighting spirit.

"Don't you want to compete with your former idol?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned and said with narrowed eyes. "You have to know that this may be your only chance in this life."

"Don't worry, I'll stop there." Zhang Ruoyu persuaded him earnestly.

But the more he persuaded them, the more the substitutes became embarrassed.

For their own selfish interests and their inner desires, they just drew their swords against each other.

In the smelly ditch, there is still the peace and blessing they prayed for Zhang Xiangbei!

Except for Stand-in No. [-].

He's not like those young stand-ins.

When he became a substitute, Zhang Xiangbei was still just a new member of the Beimang Army.

Although he had begun to show the aura of a king, at that time, Zhang Xiangbei was neither successful nor globally famous.

He didn't even know why the military wanted to find him as a substitute for a new recruit.

Stand No. [-] witnessed Zhang Xiangbei’s growth and rise.

Even in order to have a deeper understanding, at one of Zhang Xiangbei's investiture ceremonies, the general brought a stand-in over to observe from a distance.

Isn't Substitute No. [-] a warrior with extremely high talent?

Why is he Zhang Xiangbei?

But I am not even qualified to be Zhang Xiangbei’s shadow?

Today, he must give an account of his efforts over the past eight years.

Substitute No. [-] took action.

He moved fiercely and drew his sword.

The Beimang sword bloomed with a cold light in the air.

Zhang Ruoyu raised his sword slightly and took the stand's sword.

"Yes, the blade is steady and the strikes are quick and accurate." Zhang Ruoyu actually admired this number one substitute. "Even in Beimang, you can still be famous."

Keng!

Zhang Ruoyu slashed with his backhand.

Substitute No. [-] took over very steadily.

But blood oozed from the tiger's mouth.

Half of his arms were trembling violently.

He took two steps back, his eyes full of horror.

He couldn't imagine that Zhang Xiangbei had such terrifying explosive power with just one strike.

And he didn't seem to have any murderous intentions. Just as he said, he stopped at the point.

After several consecutive blows, Stand No. [-] was no longer able to hold the knife, his face turned pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"Why?" The substitute's lips were purple and his eyes were confused. "I spend a lot of time practicing every day. I must practice harder and more focused than you."

"Maybe it's talent."

Substitute No. [-] froze, as if struck by lightning.

Practicing swordsmanship requires talent.

Becoming Zhang Xiangbei may also require talent.

Apparently, he didn't.

He doesn't even have the talent to be a shadow or a substitute.

Zhang Ruoyu walked to the door and pushed it open.

"After working as a substitute for so many years, I don't want you to work in vain."

The door opened slowly.

The thousands of troops on the school field were instantly exposed to the eyes of all the substitutes.

"You can go out and be Zhang Xiangbei for a while. You can give training to Beimang's army. You can also give orders and have fun." Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes glanced around the substitute. "On the high platform on the school field, there are the flowers and applause you long for."

When the No. [-] substitute walked up to the high platform step by step and overlooked the Beimang Army under the gaze of the furious Beimang Army.

He was at a loss.

Under the stage, stood the world-famous Beimang Army.

But he was crumbling like a willow tree in the wind.

He stood on the stage filled with flowers and applause.

Even if it is Zhang Xiangbei's comeback ceremony half a year later, the specifications are just like this, right?

He looked at the resolute and powerful face of Zhang Beimangjun in the audience.

The spirit of a dragon and a tiger leaping.

Substitute No. [-]'s throat was knotted, and his limbs were as stiff as stone.

He even struggled to swallow his saliva, let alone give orders for Zhang Xiangbei.

Even in the eyes of Substitute No. [-], the heroic and high-spirited Beimang Army in the audience, whoever ordered to call out at random, was more like Zhang Xiangbei and more qualified to become Zhang Xiangbei than he was.

"Long live Beimang Army!"

Snapped.

Substitute No. [-] saluted and shed tears of guilt and regret.

He had never understood the Bei Mang Army.

I have never really understood Zhang Xiangbei.

Zhang Ruoyu pushed and pulled the unknown substitutes to the high platform.

clap clap clap!

Thousands of Beimang troops in the audience saluted one after another.

Looking feverishly at the Beimang legend on the high platform.

"Did someone tell you that Zhang Xiangbei will come back in half a year?" Although Zhang Ruoyu was wearing casual clothes, he stood next to these stand-ins, showing his majesty. "If I told you that Zhang Xiangbei would come back in five months and come back from the dead."

"Do you believe the rumor, or do you believe me?"