The paranoid milk dog is actually me

Newway Club.

This is the most famous fighting club in Manbei City, and the venue alone has two townhouses.

Every coach in it is also very experienced, and there are even retired champions sitting here, which is the dream place for fighting fans all over the country.

When the car came to a complete stop, Xie Anheng got off the co-pilot skillfully, opened the door, and put one hand on top to prevent Xie Xingzhi from bumping his head.

"Oh, this little bodyguard of your family is getting more and more proficient in his business, Brother Xingzhi." Xie Xingzhi just stood still when he heard Cen Xiangyang tease.

He glanced at Xie Anheng, who closed the car door calmly: "Brother, let's go."

"Hiss, do you think I don't exist?" Cen Xiangyang wanted to tease him, "Just saying a few words about you makes you look like you don't recognize anyone?"

Xie Xingzhi smiled and said: "You are going to practice against him today, so don't provoke him a few words."

"Come on, brother, you can just spoil him like this." Cen Xiangyang has seen it all these years. When Xie Anheng was young, he could still bully and bully him. Now that he is about the same height as him, he can only talk about it. Take advantage.

A group of people entered the elevator, Xie Anheng walked in front naturally, raised his hand to block the elevator door, waited for Xie Xingzhi to come in, and then pressed the floor.

"Why do I always feel that he is growing taller again?" The elevator has a small space, and there is a big mirror in front of it. Cen Xiangyang stood beside Xie Anheng, staring at the three figures on the mirror and frowning, "Is he 1.9 meters tall now?" ? It seems to be taller than me."

Before Xie Xingzhi opened his mouth, Xie Anheng said: "You are too flattering yourself."

Cen Xiangyang: "You kid..."

As long as these two people meet, they will not match each other, Xie Xingzhi turned his head and smiled: "We will know after a while."

Xie Anheng was stunned for a moment.

After hearing this, Cen Xiangyang shook his head again and again: "Don't, I don't want to compare my height with him, even if I am a former wave who was shot to death on the beach, I still want to be a dignified former wave."

"I didn't say measure you." Xie Xingzhi took a rough look at the position of Xie Anheng's head, "I measured him, because I haven't measured his height for a long time, just to see how much he has grown."

Xie Anheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Cen Xiangyang: "..."

Cen Xiangyang: "All right."

"Xie Anheng—"

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zou Miao's voice was heard, followed by a series of chaotic footsteps, seven or eight boys and girls rushed over and surrounded Xie Anheng, chirping and complaining to him.

"Xie Anheng, you're finally here! Wang Jiahang said just now that he will definitely beat you today, and that he will be the only one in our club who is qualified to advance to the advanced class, and that you are not qualified..."

"He secretly came to the stadium half an hour earlier today to practice!"

"Wang Jiahang is a big braggart. He can't even beat me. Even if he practiced a year in advance, he still can't be Xie Anheng's opponent."

Zou Miao turned around: "He defeated you last time."

He Mingxu: "...that's because he fouled!"

Xie Xingzhi and Cen Xiangyang also came out of the elevator, and he looked at Xie Anheng surrounded by stars, with a smile on his lips.

These are basically their classmates in the same high school, learning actual combat in the intermediate class of this club with Xie Anheng.

Xie Xingzhi hardly had any friends when he was studying, and he walked alone after class.

He was also worried that Xie Anheng would be like him and encouraged him to make more friends, but the child obviously did much better than him. He led a large number of followers in the class from junior high school, and he was widely popular among teachers and classmates when he was promoted to high school. favorite.

After all, the love and admiration during the study period were very simple. Appearance, grades, and specialties, any one of these can get the attention of classmates, let alone Xie Anheng occupying all three.

Of course, there are followers and opponents, and Wang Jiahang is one of them. This is not the first time Xie Xingzhi has heard this name.

He listened with great interest to these teenagers complaining about Wang Jiahang's provocative behavior with righteous indignation.

"Brother." Xie Anheng turned around suddenly, "I'm going to the lounge to change clothes, brother go sit and wait for me first."

Xie Xingzhi said: "I'll go to the lounge with you, and measure your height along the way."

Zou Miao saw them now: "Ah, brother Xie Xingzhi, cousin, you are here too!"

"Your cousin, I've been standing here for a long time, and I finally understand that you only have this kid in your eyes." Cen Xiangyang scratched the tip of her nose.

They laughed and fought together, Xie Anheng took the opportunity to lead Xie Xingzhi away.

Xie Xingzhi asked the staff for a tape measure, entered the cubicle in the lounge, and raised his chin at him: "Put the bag away, and stand against the wall over there."

Xie Anheng was about to take out the protective gear and clothes, when he heard this, he looked back at the things in his hand, leaned against the wall and stood up obediently.

The back of his head was only against the wall, and his eyes were covered by soft cloth when he raised his eyes.

Xie Anheng raised his head subconsciously, facing the white neck in front of him.

Xie Xingzhi stretched out one hand and pulled the tape measure above his head to fix it, as if confirming the height, with serious and focused eyes.

The light breath on the small piece of fabric at the former's neckline blended with Xie Anheng's, and he couldn't help breathing lightly.

"looking at what?"

Xie Anheng snapped back to his senses, Xie Xingzhi was looking down at him with a smile on his lips.

"No..." Xie Anheng blinked, "Have you measured it?"

Xie Xingzhi backed away a little, lowered his head: "Take off your shoes."

Xie Anheng paused for half a second, stepped on twice, took off the shoes and put them aside.

"It seems to be as tall as my brother."

Xie Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and bent down.

Xie Anheng subconsciously looked down at him.

"Stand up straight."

The side of the leg was patted gently.

He hurriedly looked ahead.

The soft ruler was pulled up against the clothes, with a slight sound, and finally stopped near the top of his head.

"1.8 meters six." Xie Xingzhi retracted the tape measure with a "shua", "Work hard, it will not be a problem to grow to 1.9 meters."

Xie Anheng looked at him: "I will grow as tall as my brother wants me to grow."

"What nonsense." He was a little amused, "Of course you can grow as tall as you can."

"Change your clothes, I'll wait for you in the training room." Xie Xingzhi left the lounge and closed the door by the way.

Xie Anheng was the only one left in the cubicle.

He didn't go to get the bag of clothes, and stood there for a while, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking.

After two or three minutes, he brushed up the broken hair on his forehead, tore off his shirt, and opened his backpack.

The club's intermediate class has three training rooms, Xie Xingzhi sat in the training room of Xie Anheng's class and watched other people's sparring for a while.

"Where's Xie Anheng?" Cen Xiangyang asked pantingly after finishing the warm-up, "Have you changed your clothes yet?"

Xie Xingzhi: "Well, I wasted a little time."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "creak", and the classroom door was pushed open.

Xie Xingzhi and Cen Xiangyang looked over there at the same time, their eyes brightened.

The young man at the door was wearing a pure black sleeveless training suit, revealing his figure that was usually hidden under the sleeves, with broad shoulders, a strong waist and long legs, and a tall and tall body.

Many people in the training room turned their heads to look at this place, but Xie Anheng ignored him, his eyes were shining, and he went straight to Xie Xingzhi: "Brother."

Xie Xingzhi raised his head: "I asked your coach about today's arrangements. The first warm-up match is with your elder brother Cen Xiangyang, and then the match with Wang Jiahang. Whoever wins the two of you will be promoted to the advanced class. Are you confident? ?”

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down." Xie Anheng smiled, showing no signs of nervousness before the match.

"No confidence? This kid doesn't know how to write the word no confidence." Cen Xiangyang smirked after hearing what he said, "But I think you can win, that little bastard Wang Jiahang just has a lot of bad intentions and serious kung fu." I haven't learned much, but I have figured out how to cheat and get tricks."

After hearing this, Xie Xingzhi said seriously: "Be careful, don't get hurt."

Cen Xiangyang's lips moved, and he almost blurted out the sentence "But in terms of mind, no one can compare to Xie Anheng".

He received a light look from the latter, swallowed the words obstinately, and cleared his throat: "I heard no kid, don't get hurt, or your brother will feel bad."

"He can't hurt me." Xie Anheng took out a bottle of water from behind, and held a small medicine bottle in the other hand, unscrewed the cap skillfully, and poured out a pill, "Brother, what happened this morning? The medicine hasn't been taken yet."

Xie Xing was taken aback.

In a short while, Xie Anheng had already handed the pill to his lips, and he pressed the other's hand into his mouth.

Xie Xingzhi wanted to pick up the water bottle in his hand, but before he could raise his arms, the mouth of the mineral water bottle was on his mouth.

The pill melted quickly in his mouth, and he simply took a sip of water from Xie Anheng's hand and swallowed it with a gulp.

Cen Xiangyang was dumbfounded after seeing this whole feeding process: "You..."

Sensing his overly shocked gaze, Xie Xingzhi wiped the water from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said softly, "Don't do this outside in the future."

I don't know when he developed the problem, Xie Anheng wished to serve tea and water, and do all the big and small things for him, regardless of the occasion.

Being blamed by him, Xie Anheng didn't feel displeased at all, and he still smiled: "Then brother remember to eat on time next time, otherwise the stomachache will be uncomfortable again."

"Got it." Xie Xingzhi didn't want to continue this topic, "Hurry up and warm up, everyone is waiting for you."

"This water is warm, brother, take it, don't drink cold water." Xie Anheng stuffed the water bottle into Xie Xingzhi's hand, and then walked briskly to the training ground to warm up.

"Brother Xingzhi..." Cen Xiangyang was not a temper that could hold back his words, "You little housekeeper is too dedicated."

Said that the housekeeper didn't think it was enough, this posture was so eager to hold Xie Xingzhi in his hand that he was afraid of falling.

Xie Xingzhi felt that it was a good thing for the child to be sensible, so he smiled gratifiedly: "He has been like this since he was a child, and he is very well-behaved."

"..." Cen Xiangyang hesitated to speak.

"Brother Yang, let's practice sparring, I'm ready." Xie Anheng pointed at him from the other side of the field.

How could Cen Xiangyang bear this kind of stimulation, and immediately forgot all those words in his mind.

"Here we come!" He stood up and stretched his neck a few times, "Look if Brother Yang won't relax your muscles and bones today."

That's what I said, but Xie Anheng today is no longer the thin and thin child he was back then.

He is not as strong as Cen Xiangyang, but he is a rising star, and his understanding and application of fighting skills are far ahead.

Before Cen Xiangyang could make four or five moves in his hands, he was knocked down to the ground by Xie Anheng's sweep.

The former lay flat with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Xie Xingzhi's applause came without hesitation: "It's wonderful, and it has made great progress compared to the last pair training."

Xie Anheng's name is so obvious.

"No! It's not worth it, it's not worth it!" Cen Xiangyang jumped up from the ground, "I underestimated the enemy just now. I didn't expect you to practice this trick. The result doesn't count. Let's do it again."

Just now Xie Anheng used the last trick he used to catch this kid by surprise last time, unexpectedly, he secretly learned it in just a few days, and even defeated him.

Xie Anheng lowered his eyelashes and moved his wrist: "If you lose, you lose."

Cen Xiangyang: "Hey... you're in a good mood, aren't you?"

"When you were young, when you first learned fighting with your brother, I didn't let you every time. Now you can't let me once?"

"It's okay to let you." Xie Anheng's light eyes fell on him, and he said lightly, "But it's not necessary."

Cen Xiangyang: "?"

Xie Anheng: "If you do it again, you will still lose."

"??" Cen Xiangyang blew his beard and stared, "Brother Xingzhi, did you hear that? Look at him, is he speaking human words... You can judge."

This kid is as good as a sheep in front of his brother, and every time he talks to him, he can spit blood out of anger.

Xie Xingzhi was amused by the conversation between the two of them: "An Heng, don't keep getting angry with your Brother Yang."

Xie Anheng was very obedient this time: "Okay, I will obey my brother."

"..." Cen Xiangyang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Just as he was about to speak, the door of the practice room was kicked open with a bang——

"Xie Anheng!" The leader, Wang Jiahang, came along with a dozen or so boys, "Are you ready for the competition? How long are you going to dawdle?"

A thin yellow-haired boy next to him crossed his arms and tilted his head: "Could it be because you're afraid?"

"Skinny Monkey, what are you talking about?" Without waiting for Xie Anheng's response, his classmates rushed over, "You are a junior class playing tricks here? Is it your turn to speak?"

"You!" The yellow-haired boy's face turned red all of a sudden, "Can you say those two words again?"

"Thin—" the classmate stretched his neck and glared at him.

"The time set by the coach is ten o'clock, and there are 10 minutes left." Xie Anheng waved his hand to stop him, "But if you want to start earlier, it's not impossible."

"That's right, the coach said so loudly yesterday that the competition doesn't start until ten o'clock today, we all remember." Zou Miao and others also surrounded him, "Why don't you remember? Are you deaf or not mentally functioning? ?”

Xie Anheng's friends all laughed softly.

"Isn't it Xie Anheng?" Wang Jiahang bulged his forehead, gritted his teeth and let out a sarcastic smile, "You have fallen to the point where you have to rely on girls to stand up for you?"

"Look at those junior high school students in your team before you talk, okay? Use kids to show off for you, show some face!" Zou Miao wanted to rush forward.

"Miaomiao!" He Mingxu protected her behind him.

Wang Jiahang was clearly furious, but Xie Anheng's eyes were calm, he took a step forward, as if to protect the students behind him: "This is a competition between us, so there is no need to involve so many people. "

Zou Miao saw that he was unhappy, and chased after the victory: "Did you hear clearly? You won't be able to win as many younger brothers as you pull, just wait to lose!"

Wang Jiahang pursed his lips, tried his best not to stare at her, and stared at Xie Anheng fiercely: "Okay, then speak with strength, I will wait for you downstairs, you must not lose too badly!"

After speaking, he waved his arms and led a large group of people away with great momentum.

Xie Xingzhi never interfered in the contest between children, as long as no harm was caused. He stood up, and Xie Anheng strode towards him: "Brother, there are still 5 minutes to start the game. Would you like to come and see?"

"Do you still need to ask? How could your brother be willing to let you go alone for such an important matter." Cen Xiangyang did not intervene at Xie Xingzhi's request, and he had already suppressed his anger at Wang Jiahang in his heart, "Go, you Yang Brother will also support you!"

Xie Anheng still looked at Xie Xingzhi.

Xie Xingzhi smiled: "Let's go."

Cen Xiangyang: "..."

Brother Ganqing won't leave even if he doesn't leave. How can the boy be so annoying?

The third floor of the club.

This floor is dedicated to competitions. Although only two people from the intermediate class played in the promotion match today, unexpectedly many spectators surrounded them.

"Brother." Xie Xingzhi was led to a row of seats by Xie Anheng, who handed him the water bottle in his hand, "What do you think of the view here? Do you want to change to another seat?"

Xie Xingzhi looked around and found that there were coaches and staff next to this position.

Cen Xiangyang also found out: "This place is great, the coach's bench, the view is superb, can we follow the seat next to it?"

Xie Anheng asked Xie Xingzhi to sit on the chair in the middle, and turned his head: "You can choose any of the remaining seats, you can sit on them."

"Okay!" Zou Miao and others cheered, and immediately happily occupied the whole row.

"Both contestants, please get on the stage quickly—"

There is a reminder in the radio.

Xie Xingzhi said to him: "Come on, play well."

"Brother is waiting for my good news." Xie Anheng frowned at him.

"Go quickly." Xie Xingzhi nodded.

Xie Anheng quickly rushed down from the auditorium, leaned on the fence and jumped into the competition platform neatly.

There was a round of cheers from his supporters.

"It's so handsome, it's the first time I've seen someone who can wear training clothes so nicely."

"Right, right? Let me tell you that you will never regret watching this scene."

"Which school is this from?"

"Third Middle School, it seems to be called Xie Anheng."

"Ah, so it was him?"

"What's the matter? Do you know each other?"

"He's been number one in the joint exams these few times. You haven't heard his name?"

Xie Xingzhi lowered his head and glanced at the discussion.

"Oh, I'm so envious, this world that looks at faces." Cen Xiangyang obviously heard the discussions of those girls, "How come no one likes me?"

Xie Xingzhi smiled and said: "They are all children, why are you arguing with them?"

"That's true. I think I'm more interested in gentle, intelligent, long-haired beauties." Cen Xiangyang leaned back in his chair, "I hope to meet a few at the banquet tonight, so that I can feast my eyes."

They chatted here for a while, and both sides saluted on the competition stage.

The referee exits and the game begins.

Xie Anheng's voice was so loud, Wang Jiahang, who was originally resentful, was even more upset, and he used a ruthless move when he made a move.

There was another wave of exclamations off the court.

But then came an even more eye-catching scene, Wang Jiahang made the first move, but Xie Anheng did not know what kind of action he used, the speed was so fast that no one could see clearly, he had already clasped the former's arm behind his back inside.

He exerted a little force, but Wang Jiahang had to twist his body in pain, and unexpectedly fell to his knees on the ground.

"Awesome!" Cen Xiangyang applauded and whistled to the stage.

Xie Xingzhi looked at him sideways with a smile: "He showed mercy when he hit you."

Cen Xiangyang: "..."

Xie Anheng scored a point in such an easy way in the first round, Wang Jiahang obviously panicked.

At the beginning of the second round, it was his match point. If he lost again, he would lose completely.

Wang Jiahang's offense became obviously conservative.

He shrank behind his arms as if terrified of being beaten, and every movement was instant.

"What is this kid doing? He's like a turtle, can't afford to lose?"

"Can you stop wasting time and lose quickly."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xie Anheng has a huge advantage, the two sides are not at the same level at all, and Wang Jiahang is just fighting a trapped beast.

Xie Xingzhi's slightly worried mentality was completely calmed down, and he leaned casually on the chair.

But at this moment, a hint of sinisterness suddenly flashed in the eyes of Wang Jiahang, who was about to lose.

With a hook of his left leg, he kicked Xie Anheng's ankle violently!

This foul action made Xie Anheng retreat subconsciously to block, but the sole of his foot stepped on something, slipped suddenly, and the whole person fell backward——

Behind him is the pillar of the guardrail, and he has no place to support his whole body. If he falls, the most vulnerable neck will hit it, and he will definitely be sprained, and he may die on the spot.

"Thank you Anheng!!!"

Xie Xingzhi stood up directly from the auditorium and wanted to rush over, but the stacked seats in the front row blocked his way.

Zou Miao also opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth.

At this critical moment, Xie Anheng twisted his waist in a posture that ordinary people could not achieve, pushed his arms hard on the ground, and kicked his legs out——

There was a loud "bang".

Wang Jiahang, who had a proud face just now, was slammed against the guardrail with great force, and he knocked over the guardrail forcefully. He fell hard to the ground outside the court, squatting on his ass.

He gritted his teeth in pain, couldn't make a sound, and his eyes were so protruding, he couldn't believe the result.

Xie Xingzhi's heart almost stopped beating. Seeing this scene, he finally let out a breath and swayed.

Xie Anheng's fall was obviously not normal just now. The referee team rushed up to check the situation of the competition platform, and found a puddle of viscous liquid on the edge, which was the same color as the competition platform.

They quickly went to the monitoring room to retrieve the video of the room.

Two minutes before the start of the game, the field inspection was over. Wang Jiahang pretended to be leaning against the competition stage to talk to his friends, and then raised his arm and wiped something on it.

"The winner of this match—"

"Xie Anheng! Congratulations on your successful promotion!"

The referee did not hesitate to judge Wang Jiahang's behavior as a violation, and officially announced the result of the game.

His coach gave him a chestnut as soon as he went up, grabbed him angrily, and yelled at him, telling him to get out, so as not to dirty the club's reputation.

Xie Anheng held his right hand and raised his arm high. The coaching staff also came up to hug him and patted his arm warmly to express their congratulations.

He raised his lips, turned his eyes, subconsciously looked for Xie Xingzhi in the auditorium, but changed his face suddenly in the next second: "Brother!"

Xie Anheng didn't care about the others either, she leaned on the fence and jumped out, jumping off the stage: "Brother! Are you alright?"

Xie Xingzhi's complexion was obviously a lot paler, and he sat down with his support, his eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't have much strength.

Cen Xiangyang was also frightened: "Brother Xingzhi? Don't scare me?"

"Brother, how are you, brother?" Xie Anheng was in a hurry, and reached into his pocket for his cell phone, wanting to call an ambulance.

A cool palm covered the back of his hand, pressing Xie Anheng's hand down.

"elder brother?"

Xie Xingzhi blinked hard a few times: "I'm fine..."

It took a few seconds before he just got up, and the familiar pain in his stomach flooded up, and he couldn't stand still for a long time, but now he sat down for a while and recovered.

Xie Anheng was still worried, went to get the kettle again, and watched him drink some hot water with his own eyes.

"It's really fine, don't worry." Xie Xingzhi held his hand, nodded to other worried people beside him, then looked at Xie Anheng and said, "Congratulations, what reward do you want?"

But there was no happy expression on Xie Anheng's face, he looked at Xie Xingzhi fixedly, and suddenly hugged him tightly.

The latter was startled for a second.

Xie Anheng buried her face in his chest, hugged her arms tightly, and her body was still trembling.

"I'm fine." Xie Xingzhi gently smoothed his hair, "Brother's body is well known, don't be afraid, huh?"

Seeing that he was still silent, Xie Xingzhi bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "If you win the game, brother promises to give you a reward. You can choose whatever you want."

After about five seconds passed, Xie Anheng said sullenly: "I don't want anything, I just want my brother to be healthy."

Xie Xingzhi paused his hand to stroke his hair, and sighed helplessly in his heart: "My brother is very healthy, it was just an accident."

"Okay, so many people are watching, get up, the coach is still waiting for you on the stage, go and get your trophy and training uniform."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at his watch: "It just so happens that I can go to the dinner party after having lunch and resting later."

Only then did Xie Anheng get up obediently.

He confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Xie Xingzhi's complexion, and returned to the competition stage.

After receiving the things, Xie Anheng turned his head and glanced in Wang Jiahang's direction.

Wang Jiahang was cursing Xie Anheng with his younger brothers, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He turned his head and met Xie Anhengsen's cold gaze.

The latter was standing in a shadow under the stage, and those black pupils, which were usually indifferent, were frighteningly cold at the moment, as if hiding a sharp knife that would decapitate him in the next second.

Wang Jiahang shivered fiercely.

He looked over carefully, and Xie Anheng had already turned around and left.

With a smile on his lips and crooked eyebrows, the young man held the trophy and advanced training suit he had just received in front of his brother, as if to please him.

Xie Anheng's elder brother raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said something to him with a smile. The boy lowered his head, as if he was a little shy.

"Brother Jiahang, are you going to teach them a lesson?" Huang Mao's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

Only then did Wang Jiahang come back to his senses, but he still had the expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't answer his words, and walked away as if he pushed away the crowd with his belongings.