"In the fourth game, Yan Zheke won!"

"The final result is the Songda Martial Arts Club wins!"

The referee's voice was rolling. Except for Lou Cheng and Lin Que who were mentally prepared, responding to Yan Zheke's excitement, Cai Zongming, Li Mao and others at the Songda Martial Arts Club were confused and stunned, unable to believe that this would win.

When they thought that even if Yan Zheke could defeat Jiang Kongchan, it would have to be because after hard battles and twists and turns, how could it be so quick and easy?

The sudden surprise made it difficult for them to come back to their senses for a short time and failed to enjoy the joy of victory in time.

They did this, and the audience in the stands were the same, forgetting to shout, forgetting to encourage, forgetting to cheer, and the whole audience was silent.

This is unscientific!

Is Jiang Kongchan obviously superior in strength?

Why did she lose all of a sudden?

Lose so much, just so without resistance!

Wait, Yan Zheke from Songda can actually have the "nine-character pronunciation"!

She is a real secret weapon!

In the live broadcast room, Chen Sansheng blurted out after being silent for more than ten seconds:

"The pronunciation of the word "bing"? Yan Zheke has also practiced the "nine-character pronunciation"?"

"Yes, this kind of secret technique, no matter how many people can do it in Songda Martial Arts Club..." The host Liu Chang was still confused.

A secret technique similar to the "Nine Characters" level, which sect and which force will not cherish it. If you are not a core disciple, you will not be able to teach it at any time?

Is the Martial Arts Club of Songcheng University going to run into communism?

Chen Sansheng took a deep breath and said in confusion: "We just said that the emperors are all Kongtong's back gardens, so what is Songda?"

"I don't know..." Liu Chang made a move, and he was still a little unable to digest the dramatic ending of the game. He had no sadness or joy except shock.

Chen Diguo, who was at the Martial Arts Club of the Imperial Capital Academy, also had a similar feeling. He sat there, staring blankly in the direction of the ring, saw Jiang Kongchan standing there, and saw Yan Zheke cheering and waving his fists excitedly.

In his eyes, all the colors faded away quickly, and the two figures seemed to have turned into characters in black and white silent films, so far away and so illusory.

…………

"Win? Is this the winner?" In Lou Cheng's fan forum, Yan Xiaoling posted a post in a daze.

It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s that the world is changing too fast!

"It's so unreal..." "Huanfan" also said with a "confused look".

The surprise is too great and I can't find the feeling for a while.

At this moment, "many little tall" surfaced and responded to Yan Xiaoling's previous questions with a "contempt" expression:

"Do you think I'm nervous? I almost laughed out loud!"

After she said this, Yan Xiaoling instantly found the feeling, returned to reality, quickly pressed the keyboard and said:

"Hahahaha, I should have thought of it long ago, hahaha, Lin Que has practiced the pronunciation of the word "xing". With the relationship between Senior Sister Yan and Lou Cheng, how could she not practice it? Hahaha, I was also stupid, I was nervous for a while! Hahaha, I'm so happy, I'll start getting up early tomorrow, get up early!"

"Yes, it seems that making a wish will work. I have officially quit sex for a week. Well, my girlfriend was on a business trip yesterday, for ten days!" "The Bull Demon King" said funny.

"The World Dragon King": "Gang Yan Zheke is also very risky. He waited until Jiang Kongchan got so close to him to use the pronunciation of "Soldier". If he was nervous and slowed down half a beat, he would definitely be kicked by the opponent, and there was no time to use the secret technique..."

He was still recalling the battle just now, and felt that Yan Zheke's move of using the word "吴" sounded a little familiar. His arm swung quickly and his punch was like a meteor, which caused Jiang Kongchan's body muscles to tremble significantly, feeling like Lin Que Yimao!

"Hahahaha, don't care about these details! Hurry, @天就天天天, throw away your barbecue! And, too, that classmate running naked, run quickly!" Yan Xiaoling was so excited that she was almost incoherent.

"Let me finish the last string of big waists and start fasting." "The Great Dragon King" "cover your face and sigh."

Yan Xiaoling didn't care and continued to say:

"Hahaha, I feel that I will be very busy later. I want to manage everyone's posts to fill the water. I have to stare at the old driver and see what car he drives. I have to go to the Poison Milk commentary to watch it. I have to go to Bai Xiaosheng to laugh at him. I have to give a thumbs up to all the comments that praise Song Yamato and Lou Cheng. I'm so busy!"

At this time, under the previous Weibo post "Supercreative thoughts are not allowed", comments emerged like mushrooms after a rain:

"I actually doubt Master He's ability to poison milk. I confess and apologize..."

"Put three incense sticks, once you wish the leader, then you wish the leader, three wish the leader, enter my poisonous milk god, speak the Dharma and follow it, and reverse the cause and effect!"

"Master He, please, please scold me quickly and say that you are a waste, you are playing games and watching competitions every day. How can you get the exam?

"Hey, friends on the rooftop, you can come down!"

"You... shouted...too...too...too...too...too...too...too..."

...

Compared to He Xiaowei's funny and humorous place, "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" has a different style.

"The long night is approaching" said with a "dance" expression: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I just laughed, I didn't say anything."

"Catch the fuck upstairs!" "Sell, sell wontons" replied with a "cat head" expression.

"Huanfan 001" and "open your mouth and laughed" said: "Lucheng fan tour group is here for a tour."

“The Songda Tourist Tourist is right behind.”

"I won't be queuing here with the group passengers."

Seeing these contents, the blood vessels on the forehead of "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" jumped, his fingers slid, and directly deleted the previous Weibo posts, then turned off the computer, mute the phone, quit the APP, and stayed away from electronic products.

After the show, he is another hero!

…………

On the ring, the excited Yan Zheke bowed to Jiang Kongchan, turned around and ran back to the seat to share the joy with Lou Cheng and the others.

Although she kept telling herself to be reserved and ladylike, her steps still couldn't help but feel a little jumping.

At this moment, she suddenly heard the silence in the audience being broken, and sounded in her ears:

"Yan Zheke! Yan Zheke!"

His body subconsciously slowed down, and Yan Zheke looked around with a little confused. This was the first time she had received such warm and exciting cheers as the winner of the key game.

The audience has come back to their senses. They naturally have a great favor for the weak to defeat the strong. Moreover, Yan Zheke is still so beautiful and clean.

"Yan Zheke! Yan Zheke!"

The shouting sounds were rising and the girl was excited, and the smell of "I'm so happy" was filled with her whole body.

She raised her hands and applauded in all directions. Her footwork accelerated again and rushed to the seat of the Songda Martial Arts Association, unable to wait to share all this with Sha Chengzi.

Lou Cheng and the others had already held hands to meet him, like waves surging ahead, surrounding Yan Zheke in the center, confusing other people's sight.

The girl took a step forward with affection, hugged Lou Cheng hard, and then woke up, blushed, and touched Lin Que, Cai Zongming, Lin Hua and the others one by one.

"Win!"

"Win!"

...

They smiled and seemed to have forgotten other words, but they just repeated the words "win" over and over again.

Yes, we won, and we won the imperial capital with difficulty!

Yes, we won, we are in the finals!

Looking at Yan Zheke's excited back and Song and the celebrations of the crowd, Jiang Kongchan felt lost and his heart was empty, as if he was missing a piece. It would be fine if he didn't touch it. As long as he touched it, there would be dull pain spreading out.

She not only mastered the pronunciation of the word "名", but also practiced the "meteor power" in the bucket...

If there is only one of these two, the "strong and strong" reserved for the accident is enough to solve it. Who knows that things always develop in the worst direction.

Jiang Kongchan took a breath and bulged his cheeks to restrain his urge to cry.

When she left the sad place like a flying person and returned to the seat of the Imperial Capital Academy Martial Arts Club, Ren Li had already come over, no longer in her daily confusion, stretched out her hands and gave her a hug.

Smelling the faint fragrance of orchids and feeling the warm embrace of the senior sister, Jiang Kongchan could no longer suppress it, buried her face on Ren Li's shoulders, her eyes turned red and tears overflowed.

"I'm sorry, senior sister, I'm sorry..." she cried with sobs.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ren Li looked ahead and patted her back.

"I, I, Senior Brother Chen has been there for the last year." Jiang Kongchan cried in tears.

When Chen Diguo next to him heard this, he wanted to comfort the girl with a bun face and said that he could still bear it, but when he spoke, he was so sad that he couldn't say it.

He turned his head and looked at Ren Li, and saw a layer of mist covered in his comic-like big eyes, filled with obvious pain and loss.

As a genius of the world, there are also irreparable regrets... Chen Diguo had such an enlightenment in his heart, and sighed secretly and walked towards the stand where the supporters of the Martial Arts Club of the Imperial Capital Academy were. He raised his hands, applauded gently, moved forward horizontally, and made his final farewell.

I don’t know who started, those supporters called out his name like every game in the past:

"Chen Diguo! Chen Diguo!"

With familiar scenes and familiar cheers, Chen Diguo forgot the man's motto of bleeding but not crying, his eyes became moist and his nose seemed to be blocked, but he still insisted on completing his farewell.

Sorry, I didn't bring you a championship...

Sorry, I can't fight for this championship again...

Looking at his regretful back, Ding Yixin cried very sadly and shouted loudly with the audience around him:
To be continued...