The muscular boy crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Zhiyan.
Even if you put aside that this person is in a wheelchair, just look at the temperament of this person. Although his aura is cold, he is sickly and there is no way he can be his opponent!
After thinking about it, the muscular boy said with a sarcastic look, "Uncle, seriously, stop making trouble. There are no benefits to winning from you, but there are many disadvantages. I can't have the reputation of bullying the disabled."
Shen Wanwan frowned, and stepped forward with Mian Cui between her arms. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Zhiyan gently raised his hand to stop him again.
Diao Qinglong glanced at them with a gossipy expression.
Shen Wanwan, "..."
Suddenly she realized that what she had just done was that her actions preceded her brain. She just heard someone ridiculing Jiang Zhiyan, and she couldn't explain why, which made her very unhappy.
Shen Wanwan cleared her throat, mentally looking for a way out.
She's not doing it for anyone, she just doesn't like people bullying people in front of her!
"If you win," Jiang Zhiyan's voice was calm, and he still looked at the muscular boy with an unchanging expression, "You can choose any house in Xiushui District, Beijing."
"..."
"..."
"..."
After speaking to the man, the whole place suddenly fell silent!
Even though their home conditions are good, it is a house in Xiushui District!
In fact, there are only a few of them who can live in a house in Xiushui District, but now this man wants to give it away directly? ? !
In an instant.
Not to mention the muscular boy, even the others started to make moves!
The uncle is really rich!
"Ah? What do you mean? Does uncle want to give you a room?"
“Can you also give me a chance to show it???”
"I don't know what you think, but I can't bear it anymore. After the battle between the two of them, all of you, please remember not to stop me. I have recognized this godfather!"
After being stunned for a few seconds, the muscular boy quickly blocked the figures behind him who were vying to come forward. He was as strong as a wall. His eyes were shining as he waited for Jiang Zhiyan to ask, "Are you good at what you say? Why?" Prove that you have this strength?"
"With me as the director of the museum testifying for you, do you think it will work?" At this time, Diao Qinglong took a step forward unhurriedly, and raised the corners of his lips in an evil manner.
The muscular boy looked at Curator Diao and said something. It seemed that this incredible wealth was finally going to hit him on the head today!
"That's fine!" The muscular boy agreed, "But if I hurt you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Zhiyan interrupted directly, "I am responsible for all consequences."
The muscular boy smiled secretly.
Now he was relieved!
Opposite him, Jiang Zhiyan smiled gently, even a little elegant.
But Shen Wanwan knew what this smile meant.
She looked at her lowered wrist. She had indeed discovered before that Jiang Zhiyan's hand was quite strong.
Although she knew from what she had just learned, the competition in kendo was not strength, but speed.
But with this kind of strength close to him, he shouldn't be injured.
Thinking of the tragic ending of her previous life, Shen Wanwan felt even more that the man in front of her didn't need her to worry at all.
Shen Wanwan said no more.
Neither party had any objections and the venue was given up.
Coach Xiao signaled everyone to exit the actual battlefield and enter the rest area to wait.
The apprentices gathered around. The muscular boy took off his shoes and stood at one end of the field, while Jiang Zhiyan controlled the wheelchair to the other side.
After the muscular boy took off his shoes, he became much shorter. Shen Wanwan leaned over to his shoes and took a look...
Open.
I need a five-centimeter booster pad, right?
Even though Jiang Zhiyan was sitting in a wheelchair, it could be seen that he was much taller than that boy.
Diao Qinglong naturally handed over his brother Yan's suit jacket and mobile phone to Shen Wanwan for safekeeping. Shen Wanwan paused slightly and did not pick it up. Instead, he raised his hand holding Mian Cui, meaning that his hand There is something on the bed, so it is really inconvenient to keep it for him.
Diao Qinglong smiled, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't think carefully enough!"
Shen Wanwan shook his head and was about to look away. The next moment, Diao Qinglong took away the miancui under his arm and replaced it with Jiang Zhiyan's suit jacket.
Shen Wanwan, "..."
Jiang Zhiyan's suit jacket has a heavy texture and is placed on his arm. It has the unique cold woody fragrance of the man.
Coach Xiao stood in the middle of the competition. He squinted his eyes. At this moment, he still felt that the strong boy was a little unethical. He chose to fight with that gentleman. He really picked up a soft persimmon.
The house in Xiushui District...
These rich second generations are all quite envious, not to mention Coach Xiao, a humble military general who stabbed his own son into a rich second generation with his own sword.
Coach Xiao instructed both parties to wear protective gear and other measures.
Jiang Zhiyan had a mysophobia, so he refused.
"Oh no, uncle, aren't you serious? My brother Yu has been practicing for so long. I have seen him in actual combat. He is really sharp. Uncle may not be able to do it with two sets of equipment, and he doesn't wear one at all. It's the worst. Do you have to bring Mian Cui with you?"
"Oh, I have fully understood the term "physically disabled but mentally strong" today..."
"Are you just putting eye drops on our Brother Yu?"
"Look, Brother Yu's neck is all red with anger. If it were me, I would be angry all the time. Isn't this looking down on our Brother Yu?"
"It's okay to pretend to be in front of your girlfriend, but there's no need to risk your life."
The muscular boy listened to everyone's whispers, then looked at Jiang Zhiyan, who had a demure look on his face, and his teeth itched with anger, "Coach Xiao, since uncle doesn't want to wear protective gear, then I won't wear it either!"
"this……"
Coach Xiao was not worried about his students, but Mr. Jiang, just in case, explained it to Jiang Zhiyan.
The general meaning is that his apprentices are young and ignorant, so Jiang Zhiyan is not as knowledgeable as them, but the protective gear has many uses and should still be worn.
Jiang Zhiyan was unmoved, and even frowned in disgust when Coach Xiao took the initiative to bring him protective gear.
When Coach Xiao saw this, he didn't dare to be troublesome anymore. He could only add that Jiang Zhiyan could raise his hand at any time during the game and he would stop immediately.
Jiang Zhiyan nodded indifferently.
The muscular boy dislikes their coach Xiao's tendency to follow others. If his family background was not strong enough, he would not have become coach Xiao's apprentice.
The muscular boy said with a hint of joking, "Uncle, you can surrender at any time. It's just a sparring match. It's a bamboo sword. It doesn't matter if you don't wear protective gear. I won't hurt uncle anyway."
Jiang Zhiyan smiled vaguely and said, "The bamboo sword may not be able to hurt people."
The muscular boy obviously misunderstood what he meant. Hearing this, he smiled even more wildly, "Don't worry, uncle, I have my own sense of discretion!"
The muscular boy stood opposite Jiang Zhiyan, with an expression determined to win. He gritted his teeth, held his bamboo sword in both hands, and looked down at Jiang Zhiyan in the wheelchair with disdain, "Pick up the sword!"
The strong boy's sword is different from other students' swords. It has a better texture and a bright color, and there is a fluorescent strap wrapped around the hilt.
This is an exclusive bamboo sword specially customized for a strong boy!
Although the kendo hall also prepares general-purpose swords for students, anyone who has learned it for a few days knows that having a bamboo sword that you can easily get twice the result with half the effort during a competition.
On the other hand, Jiang Zhiyan was not prepared in advance, so he casually took out one from the knife holder next to him.
I turned it around casually in my hand to try the feel.
Shen Wanwan noticed that his movements with the sword were extremely fast and crisp, but would not hurt himself.
Not a newbie.
Moreover, he holds the sword with one hand.
The man took off his suit jacket, revealing a tight-fitting suit vest and a black shirt tie.
The figure restrained by the suit vest shows a beautiful sense of strength, and the ties outline the beautiful shoulder lines.
The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his forearms, vaguely revealing the scar.
Extending along the forearm is a thin black glove.
His whole body was filled with an aura of indescribable abstinence.
Under that sickly appearance, there is still such a figure hidden. He is obviously not the frail CEO that strong boys imagine.
The muscular boy's back started to feel hairy for some reason. The man's cold face made him feel a little timid. He quickly shook his head to calm himself down.
Coach Xiao stood between the two of them, with his legs spaced apart, as steady as a cypress, and his arms drew a straight line from top to bottom between the two -
"The competition begins——!!"
Shen Wanwan hung Jiang Zhiyan's suit jacket on one shoulder, and her attention was quickly attracted to the game.
On the wheelchair, Jiang Zhiyan's upper body was upright, the sword in his hand was hanging by his side, and the tip was slowly dragging on the ground.
He held the sword skillfully and looked careless, but there were two very obvious tendons on his lean wrist.
The muscular boy's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong! ! !
The moment Coach Xiao's voice fell, Jiang Zhiyan pressed his wrist down and raised his sword.
The muscular boy clearly saw that the man who was gentle and elegant one second suddenly changed his eyes the next second.
The muscular boy was horrified. Why did he suddenly feel... that he seemed to have chosen the wrong person? ? ?
At the same time, Lu Zhiwen, who was waiting outside the kendo hall, finally came to Tong Yanqiu, who came to deliver documents to them.
Tong Yanqiu glanced inside the kendo gym and asked with some confusion, "Brother Lu, our president finally managed to date Miss Shen. Why did he come to the kendo gym? Others go to the fields they are good at to express themselves. Is it true that the president Shouldn't we take Miss Shen to places like high-end clubs? A place like the Kendo Hall will expose our president..."
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiwen sneered directly, "You are absolutely wrong."
Tong Yanqiu looked at him with curiosity, "What should I say?"
Lu Zhiwen, the old man, spoke in a mysterious tone, "Don't think that only golf clubs are dangerous in the hands of our third master. I can only pray that those people inside don't kick them on the iron plate. It's best not to let our third master hold a sword... …”
At the stadium, the competition officially began. The muscular boy tightened his grip on the sword and swallowed unconsciously.
He couldn't stand Jiang Zhiyan's inexplicably stressful gaze, so he prioritized attacking. He wanted to end the game quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and the uncle would never admit it again!
The bet is a house in Xiushui District, even if it is just a one-bedroom apartment? !
The muscular boy raised his custom-made enhanced bamboo sword and struck straight at Jiang Zhiyan——
The spectators couldn't see Jiang Zhiyan's eyes, but they could see the impetuousness of the muscular boy. They were also wondering why the muscular boy was so arrogant before the game started, why did he suddenly weaken? ?
But a second later, when the muscular boy took the lead in attacking and saw Jiang Zhiyan's reaction, the expressions of those around him who were jealous of the muscular boy and waiting to see Jiang Zhiyan's excitement gradually changed -!
Jiang Zhiyan only turned to one side of the menacing attack, without even moving the wheelchair underneath him, and managed to dodge it with great ease.
The muscular boy was stunned for a moment, stretched his nose, and stabbed him again, trying to save face, but this time Jiang Zhiyan directly held the sword in front of him to catch the edge of the sword.
The muscular boy's hand holding the sword hilt moved forward with all his strength, but the sword edge was still firmly against Jiang Zhiyan's sword body, unable to move forward at all.
The stalemate lasted for about three seconds. Jiang Zhiyan exerted a little force on his wrist and rotated the sword. It seemed effortless, but the sword turned away the strong boy's thrust with great force.
Even the muscular boy with a stocky figure was carried away by the force and took two steps back.
Shen Wanwan, "..."
"Hey, I'll go -" Coach Xiao was also shocked.
Others around the venue were even more silent.
The muscular boy failed to attack twice in a row, and his eyes became fierce.
He underestimated his enemy just now, but he will definitely not do it next time!
After thinking about it, the muscular boy concentrated all his attention on the sword in his hand, and launched his third attack! ! !
This swift and violent blow was not at the same level as the two blows just now. Except for Diao Qinglong, everyone present was sweating for Jiang Zhiyan, who had difficulty moving.
But the next moment——
I saw that Jiang Zhiyan was not in a hurry. When the bamboo sword was about to touch him, he controlled the wheelchair with his left hand to paddle to the side. Before the male classmate even realized why Jiang Zhiyan was missing, he felt a cold wind behind him. !
It's Jianfeng! ! !
The muscular boy reacted and dodged quickly, but he was still a step too late. Jiang Zhiyan's bamboo sword still drew a red mark on his right arm.
The pain made the muscular boy grit his teeth, and he shook his arm. Fortunately, the bamboo sword in his hand did not fall off, otherwise it would be really embarrassing!
Jiang Zhiyan pointed his bamboo sword at the male classmate and raised it provocatively to signal him to continue.
The male classmate looked around with some embarrassment, and became even more angry when he saw the brothers' mouths wide open in surprise.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, and held the sword in both hands and struck Jiang Zhiyan straight in front of the door. But this time Jiang Zhiyan didn't even have the intention to hide. When the male classmate approached, Jiang Zhiyan saw the right moment, With a sharp look in his eyes, he held the sword in one hand and waved his arm backhand. The sword blade passed across the muscular boy's face quickly and with great force.
A second later, the crowd gasped.
All the swords in their kendo hall were unedged, but as Jiang Zhiyan's strength reached the blade, a bright red scratch appeared directly on the cheek of the muscular boy.
The blood won't flow from such a cut opened by an unedged sharp weapon, but it is very painful!
The muscular boy couldn't see the injuries on his face, he just felt it was burning.
The rustling sounds of the people next to him made the blood all over his body surge wildly. Now, the cut on his face hurt even more! ! !
The muscular boy was unyielding. For the sake of the house in Xiushui District, he re-arranged his posture, spun his feet on the floor, and launched an attack with both hands.
But he was not Jiang Zhiyan's opponent at all. Several attacks had no effect. Instead, he received several blows on his body. The two bright red cross-shaped wounds on his hands were very conspicuous, and the skin and flesh around the wounds were swollen!
The students originally thought that hitting someone with a bamboo sword would not hurt anyone, but who would have thought that this would already be the case just a few minutes after the game started! ! !
And everyone finally understood what Jiang Zhiyan meant when he said "The bamboo sword may not be able to hurt people"!
Diao Qinglong's lips curled up slightly from beginning to end.
And Shen Wanwan looked at Jiang Zhiyan's movements with an intriguing expression.
The figure of the man in the wheelchair gradually blurred, and Shen Wanwan had an illusion. She seemed to have seen this scene before...
As for how long ago it was, Shen Wanwan couldn't think of it, but it should have been when she was very young...
