He had to attack, even though he had sweated heavily.

Duan Yi has been overwhelmed by the monotonous life day after day.

He must strike to release his suffocating inner depression.

I have never felt youth, but I found that I am less than twenty years old but I am old.

Could it be that a nerve was wrongly tied to the wrong line that he always felt that life was boring?

For him, we can't even say that we feel, life is a vague existence that has no way to find meaning.

Heavy impact, heavy impact, impact.

Fist, knee head, attack in turn.

The sandbag is not overwhelmed, swaying, at most swaying again...

Do you dare to ask if you want to be a boxer? You are simply signing up for an amateur Sanda club!

Fortunately, when I attacked, I imagined the confrontation routine of the top masters.

Trying to avoid too much fantasy of the poor spiritual world through physical fighting. Damn it, the effect does not seem to be obvious.

There is no pleasure, and the feeling of emptiness remains.

But the movement could not stop at all, and he had no choice. Fortunately, the flesh and blood still left on his fist could still give him a little comfort.

Time may not necessarily stop in suffering, and the last semester was fleeting. Duan Yishi often thought of a pure face. The memories at that moment were blurred day by day, but a certain charm was deposited. He was very sure that to discover her, he only needed a round of glances in the vast sea of ​​people. Unfortunately, she was never in that sea of ​​people. He was so serious, but he made up his mind that if he had the chance to meet him, he would at least shamelessly step forward and say three words:

Are you OK.

She is not in that sea of ​​people! He sneered. Who is destined to be yours, so overestimating her abilities! Even if she is in this ritual room, it has nothing to do with you.

Why did she make such an assumption? He subconsciously looked around and the man was at the brightest point of the light.

After the podium in front of the blackboard, she chatted and laughed with the Kung Fu President.

"Hello!" only two words, it seems Duan Yi is not as shameless as he can say three words. He walked up straight and interrupted directly, without realizing the recklessness at all.

"Hello!" She glanced at him and turned to him, treating an old friend.

"It's rare to see it." Duan Yi said.

"I've seen you, in a dream!"

"Only boys say this."

"So the girl told the truth."

"I'm in my dream now." Duan Yi said.

"I told a lie, don't tease me anymore," she said.

"That's not necessarily, daydreaming." He still cannot fully understand the meaning of the Central Plains language. "Don't tease me", it sounds like "Please don't tease me", and there is no such sound in the southern barbarians.

"You can invite me to a movie, it seems that others do it," she said.

"I think so too, we can have dinner together first."

"I'll treat you to noodles. I can't get used to rice. I'm from Central Plains."

"very good."

The president of Kung Fu, who was neglected by the side, looked puzzled. His head, which was less developed than his biceps, could vaguely understand what was happening in front of him.

"So you know each other!" The 1.8 meters tall Kung Fu president patted Duan Yi on the shoulder.

The 1.7 meters and 7 meters feels too strong.

The road from Gongfang to the girl's apartment is very clean, but in fact, every one in the courtyard is very clean. They walked together on this clean road.

"I am the vice president of Kung Fu," she said.

"Good luck!"

"No one's life will be taken to you."

"Thank you for not killing the heroine."

"I, a weak woman, didn't learn martial arts, only did martial arts theory exchanges," she said. "I was discussing the holding of the Sanda ring competition with the Kung Fu President earlier."

"Martial Arts Theory," he said. "Isn't that a secret? Retreat research can also become a master."

"How do you know?" She was serious.

"There are too many such plots in martial arts novels."

"That's a lie." She thought the other party really thought that way.

"At six o'clock, I'll wait for you here." When I arrived at the door of the girls' apartment, Duan Yi waved his hand to say goodbye.

"See you!"

He admired her back, and there were several modern women who could do it with their long hair and waist!

At six o'clock, there were endless girls in front of the girls' apartment.

Lin Shuang stands tall and graceful, with pink lace in her long green skirt, and the corners of the skirt fly with her long hair as she wakes up. The night wind brings out a fresh breath, and the air is filled with the fragrance of lilies. Of course, the girls in a hurry have no time to care about the components of the air. People with white legs, black silk, ultra-short, tights and other elements occasionally glance at one or two pairs of strange eyes, but she doesn't think so.

At half past six, she was still standing among the crowd.

"What a shameful boy who lets a girl wait for half an hour?" Lin Shuang thought.

"What a shameless boy who can make a girl wait for an hour?" she thought, her mood was erratic with the lightly beating slender seconds hand.

The hour hand has pointed to 7.

"What a shame. After all, I am a woman. I guess it was Meng who took the initiative to suggest that he was shocked by him who was still in love." She thought.

"He won't come." A man of about 1.8 meters tall appeared in front of him.

"It's the president." Lin Shuang's loss appeared on the surface.

"Miss, I invite you to have dinner together." The president was serious.

"I want to eat noodles with him." She said quietly.

"Fantasy is unrealistic." The president was serious.

"I dreamed of him."

"You can see me without dreaming," said the president.

"Okay." Lin Shuangxiang glanced at the second hand with an increasingly erratic look.

The dinner is the famous chain of Western restaurants, Island Coffee.

"How about two servings of steak and two glasses of red wine?" The president was enthusiastic, his voice was obviously excited, and he was drunk without the wine. Is this the situation the ancients refer to? "Six mature."

Uncooked beef and whole-raw vegetables mixed with cream, the Western civilization is perfectly reflected on the dining table with knife and fork.

Lin Shuang thought, if the people who admire foreigners really think that dietary fashion is reflected in the raw and mature meat, then why not say bluntly: Butcher, give me two pounds of raw meat.

Fortunately, there was no appetite tonight, Lin Shuang raised his fork and casually inserted it on the bowl of sticky salad. His scattered eyes were sometimes concentrated on the fork, and sometimes wandering in the empty indoor space.

"Miss, you are very rude."

Lin Shuang disagreed, and she only finished the cup of coffee she received.

I am destined to be sleepless tonight!

After drinking and eating, to be precise, our beloved president was very excited after drinking and eating, and tried his best to hold her delicate little hand with a confused mind.

Lin Shuang's coldness is invulnerable to swords and guns.

Passing through the quiet street lights.

"Look at what's behind you!" The president pretended to be surprised.

She turned around in panic.

A fake move failed to get the president's wish. The clumsy plot of a woman throwing her arms into her arms due to fright, which was mostly a wishful arrangement by a third-rate director. A college student was not good at judging his IQ. With the president's emotional intelligence, he could plagiarize a more clumsy hero to save the beauty at most...

But did he arrange it?

Two elongated figures appeared in front of us, and the two human-shaped silhouettes gradually approached until they passed by.

"Hey, take out your mobile phone wallet." A low voice came from behind.

"What?" The president turned around, and the two silhouettes turned into clear and ferocious faces. The second gangster shook a sharp dagger in his hands.

"Robbery with a knife is a serious crime!" Lin Shuang said.

The gangster and the president looked at her in surprise.

"President, come on." Lin Shuang pointed at the president and said, "He is the president of Kung Fu."

"Is that true?" The second gangster continued to shake the daggers. The unique kicks of the gangster had fallen on the Kung Fu president one after another. The president hugged his head and cried, curled up in the corner.

Like a child who was frightened but still held his toys tightly, he used his amazing cry to resist everything that happened suddenly.

The effect of crying was really surprising, and it happened to be its effect. The second gangster was obviously confused and rushed to grab his pockets, trying to get things done.

The president's shrill cry is like a warning bell that resounds throughout the night sky!
To be continued...