With a fist, Duan Yi had to attack.

The small arena can only legalize the fight that will fight to the death.

Duan Yi let go of his fists and feet, and used the pain of his flesh to inspire depression and a little joy in his heart.

His fists and feet were messed up, disrupting the entire ring. The referee fled in panic and stepped down, but insisted on making gestures and blew the whistle that had lost its meaning. The three sitting judges remained silent.

The first one to go on stage but persisted until the end. What a top master!

There is no precedent, and exceptions are never allowed. Fighting that is messy is nothing in the martial arts world. A messy champion must be a great shame in the martial arts world.

"This is simply a cockfighting." The president of the judges' rear-end stared at the side and said to the vice president on the side.

"That was a rooster with chicken blood." Lin Shuang said. This made the president look at her side again and again, confirming her expression. Her expression did not have any admiration or contempt.

The referee crawled onto the ring, about to raise a bloody hand—

"Let's go." is the beloved Kung Fu President.

Want to declare the champion invalid?

"I'll go." said the president.

Duan Yi is no longer interested in fighting, and the wheel battle between more than a dozen characters has exhausted him.

"Is the president's surname Li?" Duan Yi asked.

"Li Jian, Li Jian, Li Jian, Li Jian--" The audience, who was spoiled by the chaotic scene, shouted.

President Li Jian climbed onto the ring with a trunk of about 1.8 meters and a little difficult to get on the stage. The referee stepped down again, and the whistle was blew before he could turn around.

The spectators were in an uproar.

Our beloved president held his bowed head in his hand, and pushed towards Duan Yi's lower body like a crazy bull.

The already messed-up routine was defeated by the completely disappeared routine. Duan Yi was pushed heavily toward the protection ropes on the side of the platform and rebounded heavily. Both of them fell to the ground.

Leaving the whistle how messy, Li Jian's burly torso hugged Duan Yi, who was unable to move, with his burly torso tightly.

Duan Yi repeatedly hit Li Jian's bear's back with his elbow until he was completely weak. Li Jian's clamp did not move at all.

"This year's Sanda ring competition is too violent." The judge's beautiful director of the Taiwan Sports Department commented.

"Martial arts itself is violent aesthetics. When aesthetics disappear, only violence remains." Lin Shuang said.

"The person is quite pretty, and he is really hard when fighting." The beautiful director shook his head. "What is the prize for the champion?"

"Save Sanda portrait for one year."

The beautiful director shook her head again. The pair of lingering boys on the stage became more and more puzzled.

Duan Yi was really helpless and raised his knees to attack Li Jian's crotch.

As a result, Duan Yi was announced to have committed a foul, and Li Jian, who was injured and rolled around, won the champion of the year.

The champion entered the school medical room, and Duan Yi also entered the school medical room.

Everyone was flirting with each other, and when they were raising the champion, they also lifted up the sleeping and unable to sleep.

Duan Yi was actually stretching his body and mind lazily on the smooth countertop. Since someone raised it, just lift it. He was powerless to struggle and too lazy to claim that he was fine.

No one believed it after saying it, the poor boy with a bruised face.

The figures in the infirmary gradually dissipated. Duan Yi closed his eyes and calmed down. The burning pain of the skin trauma was like fire, besieging his silent heart. Someone took the ice cube from his hand, settled his tired hand, and helped him with the injury.

A warm current rose in Duan Yi's heart, secretly thanking the nurse so considerately. But there was a faint fragrance that he was so familiar with. He opened his eyes and it was her. She cared for him in the posture of the most familiar person, and his heartbeat was obviously faster.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Lin Shuang, they all called me Gemini." She said.

"Did anyone say you are very good?" he asked. "My name is Duan Yi."

"No, I didn't use perfume."

"I'm also sure it's not perfume, you exud a faint fragrance."

"Hmm!" Lin Shuang said. "You're going to have a fight."

"But it took President Li's life," Duan Yi laughed coldly. "You can't go and help President Li take care of his little brother."

"Don't think you can be presumptuous if you get hurt!"

"Did Li Jian pester you?"

"How do you know?"

"You will be moved one day."

"I hate being pestered the most," she said.

"Hate doesn't mean you won't be defeated."

"I won't discuss this anymore. The night you put the pigeons on, I went out for dinner with him."

"What else did you cook after dinner?" Duan Yi asked. "Is his father's surname Li?"

"Yes, Mayor Lee, bull market."

The two anonymous letters arrive as scheduled every afternoon, with the recipient Lin Shuang and the sender column blank.

Postmarks from our school.

Day after day, consistent, this kind of persistence is understood as infatuation without exception.

It is obvious that the infatuation that sticks to the end of the secret love.

I don’t know if there are any words like the following in the letter.

My secret love for you is as strong as a hearty stone;

Traveling all over the world, my secret love for you is consistent;

My secret love for you transcends the world, like clouds and mists, but reflects the rays of light;

I am not afraid of your secret love for you, even if your white and delicate face will eventually be full of wrinkles, my secret love will witness the eternal and the so-called remnant scenery that will last forever.

...

It is unknown, everyone wants to know. No one can suppress his stupid desire to snoop.

Only one person knows.

No.

There is another person behind it.

No, only one person knows.

Whenever the letter is delivered, Lin Shuang will throw it away casually. It is not that she has to respect the writer behind her, but because her class information and name are written in a crooked manner.

Beautiful girls will encounter everything, to be precise, pure and cool and beautiful girls will encounter everything. I don’t know whether it is because of perseverance to suppress the impetuousness in my heart, or because of her calm nature, the hustle and bustle of the outside world is invulnerable to her. When a boy who is like a fish in the world of charm hits a wall here, his former self-proclaimed extraordinary heart will inevitably be hurt. Such boys are not used to caressing their own wounds, and strange events are inevitable.

It is better to have a bouquet of flowers every day than to have two anonymous letters every day. It is best to have a note and signature buried among the flowers.

Someone has done this.

Note: I love you deeply into the bone marrow.

Signature: The loyal Li Jian

...

I hope that the bone marrow that has been eroded by love can still produce hemorrhage normally.

I hope that the word "Loyalty and Forever" has other meanings. Otherwise, if you fail to pester it, do you need to become a monk? Even if you sacrifice yourself as a Buddha, it will be a violation of the truth. The only choice for the guy is to shout more or write the words "I won't marry me if I don't want to marry me" on the white paper.

Every day, there will always be a skinny and dull boy in the classroom where Lin Shuang is in. The boy will always attract everyone's attention at the front door. The boy stopped at the front door with a rose in his hand and searched under the attention of everyone. Then the target he was heading took over everyone's eyes.

Lin Shuang took the bouquet politely, not because he had expectations for the bouquet in his heart, but because the boy's work attitude is worthy of respect.

Today, Lin Shuang spoke for the first time, "You sit down."

The flower girl didn't understand it, and her pale and dull face was scattered.

"You sit down." Lin Shuang patted the empty seat beside him.

The boy was flattered and at a loss. Her faint fragrance made people feel refreshed.

"What's your name?"

"Ma Yun."

"How much will he give you a bouquet of flowers?" Lin Shuang asked.

"Five yuan." Asked about business problems, the boy was no longer reserved.

"Where are you spending money?"

“Fifty-nine.”

"Which department are you in?"

"computer."

"How is the level?"

"Top student."

"Let's do it," Lin Shuang said seriously. "This rose is very beautiful, but it cannot be used in practice."

"Yeah" the boy blinked.

"I have an idea," said Lin Shuang. "You keep the daily rose fee, and I will sign the bill."

"this……"

"Add more dishes every day." Lin Shuang was serious. "You will be an amazing person."

The boy accompanied her to finish her morning C language course, which was a one-plus-one elementary school class for him, but he listened carefully.
Chapter completed!