What a shock! What a shock!
Jian You jumped down from the stage and ran back to Jing Tian'er's side, Jing Tian'er handed him a large towel to wipe his sweat, he lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against Jing Tian'er's hand like a small dog.
Many girls have never seen the cold and evil young master being so cute and coquettish before, their eyes widened to the extreme, not wanting to miss a single subtle expression, their excited voices almost hoarse.
The third round was Huo against that girl, Huo was too careless, always thinking about how to take advantage of the girl's good figure without leaving any marks, but unexpectedly she was knocked down by the girl's fake move and lost miserably.
He stood off the stage for a long time before accepting the fact that he had actually lost, rubbed his nose, and sulkily returned to his team, opening his arms in the hope that his teammates would give him a loving hug, but what he got was one foot per person.
He knelt down on the ground and drew circles again with a sad and indignant expression.
Why such a big difference in treatment? Can't you be more considerate?
The fourth match was Duan Lühu against Lin Qi, the weakest member of Ming Shang. The result was predictable, and Duan Lühu knocked Lin Qi off the stage with just three punches and two kicks.
His beautiful lips always hung with a noble and elegant smile, his figure was handsome and elegant, his charm was boundless, his stunning appearance made even the famous students couldn't help but applaud and cheer for him, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its climax.
The match has come down to this one, Qingyuan and Ming Shang are tied at 2-2. The next match between Jing Tian'er and Jing Anxin is the deciding point, a crucial win or lose situation.
"Sister, take care of yourself and don't let him hurt you. It's okay to lose, I'll help you get it back after the match." Jian You whispered in Jing Tian'er's ear for the thousandth time with concern.
"Got it!" Jing Tian'er playfully messed up his hair, laughing sweetly and beautifully, looking like he didn't have any pressure at all.
"Believe me, you will definitely win!" Duan Lüxian's gaze was lofty and distant, with a serene and determined expression like that of an immortal.
But Er Jie suddenly thought of the Iron Mouth Judge from TV, who knew 500 years ago and 500 years later.
She imagined herself with a Taoist nun's tonsure, wearing a Taoist robe and sporting a goatee on her chin, telling fortunes in a comical scene that she had conjured up, which made her burst out laughing.
"What a crazy girl!" Duan Lüchen doted on her and patted her, looking at the stage, "Go ahead, it's your turn!"
Standing opposite Yī ān jìn, Yī tián ér, who had just been chatting and laughing, suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose and thin lips, Jing Anxin looks too much like their dad!
Their dad!
She actually used such words in her heart!
She closed her eyes, and a boundless bitterness welled up in her heart.
Even if she could get her father back, the relationship between her and Jing Anqin would be irreparably severed. From birth to death, they had half of the same blood flowing through their veins.
Thinking like this, the urge to beat up Jing Anxin suddenly didn't feel so strong.
She steadied her nerves and smiled slightly, "Please advise!"
"Please advise me!" Jing An's thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes gleaming with a cold light, as chilly as an ice sculpture.
As soon as the fight began, Jing Tian'er discovered that Jing Anxin had injuries on his body, and not just one. The injuries on his body directly caused all of his moves to be weak and lacking in power, and his speed also slowed down significantly. After just over a hundred rounds, he was kicked off the stage by Jing Tian'er with one kick.
The whole stadium was silent, and the people present could hardly believe their eyes.
In WO City, among all the people who had fought against Jing Anqi, Jing Anqi had only lost to Duan Lvxin. Today, he actually lost to a completely unknown little girl!
