Lei Jun's heart is surging at the moment, not only satisfied with his next bonus, salary increase, and teaching results, but also a feeling of his past.
Once upon a time, Lei Jun was also a high-spirited high school student, and he also dreamed that one day he would be able to defeat his opponents with a pair of iron fists, trample all the top students and rich people under his feet, and stand at the top of all high schools in Songyang.
"One punch broke 100 million dollars! This is the highest realm pursued by generations of warriors!"
But reality quickly gave him a slap in the face.
The scores of the monthly exam made him feel powerless to catch up.
The fierce competition in the competition made him feel that he and those wealthy scholars were not in the same dimension at all, like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, which was a desperate gap.
Only then did he understand that the Fist Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Airbender ...... All of them are not as good as the Qian Sect, and it is the reality that hundreds of millions of money break ten thousand laws.
He also understood a truth, the fist is hard when you have money, and the more account balance, the more powerful your fist is.
But today, his students defeated many strong people with their weak bodies, and made up for the gap between physical weakness, medical insurance and wealth with their supreme talents and skills, and overwhelmed these prestigious school bullies.
He did what he wanted to do, but later he didn't even dare to think about it.
He thought to himself: "Alas, I defeated money with my fists...... This is the realm pursued by our generation of warriors. Although it was only in the ring competition of the first year of high school, it was also something that I could remember for a lifetime."
At the same time, the emergency doctor in front of him said lightly: "Alas, it's nothing, it's just that the blood is too much and the qi is weak, just make up some blood."
"I'll help you prescribe some medicine to replenish your stamina, mana, and energy......"
Lei Jun took out a few boxes of medicine from his arms: "No need to open it, eat mine, these medicines should work, right?" He thought to himself that this way the premium would rise less next time.
The emergency doctor curled his lips, thinking that it would be really difficult to squeeze out more oil and water from these three poor ghosts.
After a while, the referee also came over, first asking about Zhang Yu's situation, and then asking Bai Zhenzhen if he would have a ring battle with Song Hailong for the third place.
Bai Zhenzhen naturally chose to refuse, Song Hailong's muscular monster and super meat shield style of play was too restrained for her.
So after a while, the top four in the martial arts competition were completely determined, from high to low, they were Zhang Yu, Le Mulan, Song Hailong and Bai Zhenzhen.
Le Mulan on the other side has also regained his mobility after treatment.
So after Zhang Yu rested for a while, he walked to the podium with Le Mulan and Song Hailong, and received the medals of the champion, runner-up, and third place respectively.
It's just that except for Zhang Yu's smiles, Le Mulan and Song Hailong both looked gloomy, as if they were constipated.
There were constant shouts from the audience...... and shouting.
A man from the Red Pagoda said with jealousy: "This Zhang Yu is so talented, he can learn martial arts by watching others practice martial arts, so when he watches others practice martial arts, he should give money, otherwise he is a martial arts thief!"
A Ziyun man cried bitterly and said: "This Zhang Yu is actually riding on the body of the Holy First! I never dreamed of doing this! This is even more uncomfortable than killing me!"
A white dragon man sighed: "Those who win stand, those who lose kneel, I can't imagine that Songyang High School also has a top student worth kneeling to."
It is worth kneeling, that is already the highest evaluation of high-scoring students in Bailong High School.
In front of the podium, Lei Jun took out his mobile phone with a smile on his face to shoot.
Bai Zhenzhen next to him took a few photos and started taking videos again, and he had already begun to think about how to use the name of martial arts competition to accept advertisements.
While taking pictures, she said to the three people on the podium: "Smile, it's ugly to have a bitter face. Zhang Yu, I'm not talking about you, take it away, don't laugh too arrogantly."
Lei Jun said on the side: "After the game, I will treat you to a meal, you can ask Qian Shen and the others later, and discuss what you want to eat."
……
In the rest area of Ziyun High School.
Le Mulan is slowly walking back with the second-place medal.
The school uniform that was stained with blood during the battle with Zhang Yu has been changed.
And after the battle, complex emotions such as ferocity, anger, and unwillingness have disappeared, and she looked indifferent as if nothing had happened.
However, after returning to the rest area, Le Mulan saw Lian Tianji kneeling on the ground, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Get up, I will withdraw the punishment of the stool."
Lian Tian Ji raised his head unexpectedly, looking at Le Mulan with a hint of confusion in his eyes, this was the first time he had seen Le Mulan withdraw what he had said.
Le Mulan said lightly: "I have already lost, what qualifications do I have to punish you?"
"If you are my stool, will I also be your stool if I also lose? Or do you want to be Zhang Yu's stool?"
Saying that, she turned her head slightly, looked in the direction of Zhang Yu, and said in a complicated tone: "Your failure this time is not wrong, this Zhang Yu is indeed very powerful."
"Although I still don't understand why he is unwilling to make more money, he did make me realize my weaknesses."
Le Mulan had already planned future training on melee combat in his mind.
At the beginning of the review after the game, Le Mulan felt that he was too confident and underestimated the enemy, and he was negligent for a while, thinking that if he dodged, he could still easily win the opponent, but he didn't expect such a subtle flaw to be caught by the opponent.
But later, looking back on the whole battle, she suddenly understood that the other party was prepared, and the other party not only discovered her subtle flaws, but also had enough ideas and abilities to tear them apart.
In addition, she naturally thought of the question of disgust for Zhang Yu's blood.
"Appropriate contact with the poor......"
Le Mulan couldn't help but frown again when she thought of this, with an uncontrollable awkwardness, a kind of mental discomfort.
"It's a bit contrary to my way of thinking, but it's still not easy to change your mind."
Suddenly she thought that she had added Zhang Yu's friend, and Le Mulan said secretly in her heart: "Why don't you start by looking at the circle of friends of the poor first......"
Lian Tianji smiled and got up: "This failure will make us stronger, and if we meet Zhang Yu again in the next competition, we will definitely be able to beat him."
"Next competition?" Le Mulan said: "It's a sports competition, right? Even if I beat him in that game, I don't have much sense of accomplishment."
Lian Tian was slightly stunned, and immediately nodded in agreement, and said helplessly: "That's true, his current physical strength is so much worse than ours, and by the time of the physical competition in two months, he will probably be farther away from us."
"Unless he can join Songyang's competition team and accept Songyang's so-called special training plan......"
……
In the rest area of Bailong High School.
Facing the surrounding classmates, Chu Qiuhe, who woke up, sighed: "After I woke up, I reviewed it carefully and realized the horror of this feather. Among the freshman high school students in the entire Songyang City, I am afraid that none of them can surpass him in terms of actual combat skills."
A white dragon man said unconvincedly: "It's too exaggerated, I think Brother Sea Dragon just sweated too much, so he slipped out of the ring. Just spray antiperspirant before going on stage." Chu Qiuhe pointed at him and said: "What is your score? What ranking? Kneel down first and then talk to me."
After seeing the other party kneel down, Chu Qiuhe slowly said: "The horror of Zhang Yu, if you don't really fight him, you can't fully feel ......."
At this moment, with Song Hailong's return, everyone immediately fell silent.
I saw Song Hailong casually throwing the third-place medal into his bag, and then stopped paying attention.
Song Hailong understood that the third place in the martial arts competition was an honor for others, but a shame for him.
At this moment, the phone rang, and a mature male voice came from the other end: "I have already watched your game, the two people in front of you are not stronger than you."
"You lost to someone weaker than yourself."
"Father is disappointed in you......
Song Hailong, who heard this, was frightened: "Brother, I was careless......"
"Don't make excuses." The other party said coldly: "You know that my father hates others to make excuses for failure."
Song Hailong took a deep breath and said softly: "I'm sorry."
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The two-meter-and-a-half-tall little giant was listening to the reprimand on the other end of the phone at this moment, but his face was full of anxiety and panic like a primary school student.
After a while, hanging up the phone, Song Hailong looked in the direction where Zhang Yu was with an angry expression.
Since he lost this time, he had to find it in other ways, in a way unique to rich people.
Quickly came to the rest area of Songyang High School, Song Hailong's oppressive figure immediately covered Zhang Yu's body with a shadow.
Under the guarded gaze of Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen, Song Hailong said coldly: "How much is it?"
"If you are hired to practice sparring, what is the price?"
As an absolutely rich person, after being defeated by an opponent, of course you have to spend money to hire the other party to spar with you until you can defeat the other party hard!
If you lose to someone, you will spend money to learn all your skills from the other party!
Hearing what Song Hailong said, Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, only to feel that Song Hailong in front of them was even more magnificent.
Zhang Yu coughed and said: "I am very expensive and very busy, so I have to check the schedule if I have time."
Bai Zhenzhen on the side nodded repeatedly and said: "Come on, come on! I am Zhang Yu's agent, you can talk to me about money!"
"And I am also the semi-finals of the martial arts competition, or Zhang Yu's actual combat coach, the last battle between him and Le Mulan was guided by me, do you want to hire me too?"
So after adding Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu's friends, Song Hailong looked at the two of them and said: "You can discuss the specific price before telling me."
"But there is a little ......"
Looking at Zhang Yu's thin body, Song Hailong said dissatisfiedly: "It's best to find a way to improve your physical strength."
"Because I will only get stronger and faster, and I can't wait for you."
"If your stats are too low, I can easily crush you with strength, then there is no need for sparring."
Looking at the other party's departing back, Zhang Yu also knew that the other party was right.
Whether it is to earn the money for sparring, the sports competition in two months, or even the university entrance examination in the future, he needs to work harder to improve his physical strength.
"I want to catch up with Song Hailong and Le Mulan."
After a while, Zhao Tianxing, Qian Shen, and He Dayou also walked down from the audience together and came to visit Zhang Yu together.
Zhao Tianxing said excitedly: "It's so handsome, Yuzi, I took a picture of you in the ring, take a look at ......"
Qian Shen said with emotion: "The competition is indeed seriously out of line, and it is already an exam in another dimension. The 100 points of actual martial arts combat can no longer perfectly express your achievements in martial arts."
Bai Zhenzhen asked: "Lao Lei will treat guests to dinner in a while, will you go? Do you have any ideas?"
Zhao said: "What to eat? I can do it, but it's better to boil chicken for healthier."
Bai Zhenzhen nodded and wrote on his mobile phone: "Well, Zhao Tianxing is casual."
He Dayou said lightly: "I don't eat poor people's meals, and if it's not expensive enough, I won't go to restaurants."
Bai Zhenzhen nodded and remembered: "Why don't you go?"
Qian Shen said: "I know a good restaurant, I'll treat you to a drink."
Bai Zhenzhen remembered: "Qian Shen treats."
……
It's inside a restaurant in the city.
As soon as Zhang Yu walked in, he said: "Are there king crabs? Come ten."
Lei Jun, who was following behind, his face darkened, and he really wanted to eat me and go bankrupt, right?
Qian Shen said on the side: "This store has no seafood, and the seafood is not nutritious at all, so it is not suitable for high school students."
"This store specializes in authentic pre-made dishes, without any additional seasoning, and what you eat is the original taste of pre-made dishes."
"The dishes are also very nutritious, each dish has more than 10,000 calories of clean calories, I often come here to eat after exercising."
Lei Jun nodded secretly, but Qian Shen was sensible and sympathetic to the teacher's hard work.
Qian Shen said to the clerk: "Are there any pre-made dishes with monster meat? The top students who came today are all top students from Songyang High School, are there any food supplement dishes?"
Lei Jun sighed, Qian Shen is also an ignorant person, he is not a Taoist teacher, don't you know that the martial arts teacher's income is limited?
Without letting the students order randomly, Lei Jun said directly: "I brought 6,000, no matter how much we have, we can only wash the dishes together."
After a while, the group sat together and raised animal protein milk: "Cheers!"
After all, healthy high school students and high school teachers should of course drink healthy and nutritious animal protein milk.
What's more, after eating this meal, it was almost school time, so it was naturally impossible for everyone to drink something that affected the state of class.
(End of this chapter)