Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Lu Yifei took a few people to discuss with Li Tieshu, and burned several fires in the middle of the basketball court. This men's and women's duet had a bit of a bonfire party atmosphere.

  The students' material life is quite meager, but their spiritual life is exceptionally rich. They have young bodies and souls that are not content with being ordinary, and a little embellishment can create a romantic atmosphere.

  Tang Zhong, Flower Ming, Liang Tao and Li Yu appeared on the scene with a strong fragrance, and there were already many people in the basketball court.

  There are boys and girls from the psychology department. Although there are fewer girls, they still make those boys' eyes light up when they look at each other, and the three words that are conveyed are: You know what I mean.

  It was unclear whether it was the strong scent on the four people or the events of the day that had not yet fully subsided. Their arrival attracted a lot of attention.

  "Look quickly! No. 307 has arrived ----- Do you know which one is Tang Zhong?"

  "It's the one with glasses. Last time the instructor made us run laps, he ran 20 laps with us..."

  "Doesn't look so good. Doesn't seem like he's very capable of a fight ----"

  Because there were instructors present, everyone still lined up in their respective class teams. This made Hua Ming and Liang Tao, who had intended to go forward and chat, quite disappointed, thinking it was a free activity.

  Hua Ming still didn't bring his rabbit, he was afraid that the instructor would find out and force him to eat it raw in front of everyone - ever since being ridiculed by that pretty little girl who looked like a porcelain doll, he had developed a phobia of eating rabbits raw.

  A bespectacled boy named Ye Feng standing on the left side of Hua Ming sniffed his nose and asked, "Hua Ming, why do you smell so good?"

  Hua Mingde couldn't help but sniff his own armpits and burst out laughing, saying: "Because I'm fragrant."

  Then, a vomiting sound came from the team.

  "Attention!" Li Tieshu shouted loudly. After the boys stood up straight and passed his test, he continued to give orders: "All present. Quick march. One two three four... halt."

  When the boys in the first row were about to approach the bonfire, Li Tieshu stopped the team. The female instructor also followed suit and pulled the girls' team to the opposite side of the bonfire.

  After discovering this fact, the boys' fiery passion cooled down instantly. Even with a raging fire burning in front of them, they still felt cold.

  We can't even exchange a greeting across the fire wall ----- Are the clothes we wear, the cream on our face, the mousse on our hair and the perfume on our body all wasted?

  Officer Li Tieshu knew what everyone was thinking in their hearts, and smiled: "I understand your feelings, I know you're feeling wronged, thinking that there are too few girls. But I'm also helpless. I'd like to go to the art academy to pull over a few teams for you-----"

  "Commander, go! Everyone's happiness depends on you."

  "Coach, our good elder brother, we will always remember you..."

  "When the instructor comes out, one can take on two."

  Li Tieshu waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid that if I go, I won't be able to come back. In this day and age, women are a scarce resource. The boys in their class will fight me to the death. ----Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Having fewer girls also has its advantages. This way, the competition is more intense and interesting. Come on, let's sing a song first. Let's get all the girls' attention. Don't let the boys from Class 2 and Class 3 outdo us."

  "Teacher, what song?"

  "Unity is strength."

  "Too common." The boys all opposed it together.

  "Sing A-Lin's songs, girls like them. Eason Chan's are good too ----"

  Li Tieshu nodded and said: "Okay, then sing Eason Chan's 'Ten Years'."

  Then the boy poured another glass.

  Some people suggested that this song is too old and can't attract girls.

  "I just know this one." Li Tieshu said with embarrassment. "Just this one. I start... If those two words didn't tremble, I wouldn't have found it hard to bear. Ready, start."

  If those two words didn't tremble

  I won't find it uncomfortable

  No matter how you say it, it won't be a breakup

  Although it's Eason Chan's old song from many years ago, due to its beautiful lyrics and melancholic melody, the boys sang with such passion that they attracted a round of warm applause from the girls opposite them.

  The boys in Class 2 and Class 3 were not to be outdone, singing "Cherish Our Love" and "Backlight" respectively.

  Then, a small girl with a short stature came out from the girls' side and sang "Mountain Road 18 Turns" alone. Her bright voice range and professional performance level thoroughly ignited everyone's passion. Everyone applauded wildly. From then on, everyone got along harmoniously. One after another, boys or girls took the initiative to come out and sing, bringing wave after wave of excitement to the party.

  Finally, it's not just limited to singing, there are people performing beatboxing, some doing stand-up comedy, others dancing on the spot, and even someone running back to their dormitory to grab a guitar and sing "Youth" accompanied by themselves.

  At this time, a sturdy boy in Class 2 stood up.

  He smiled foolishly and said: "I want to show you all some kung fu."

  "Ahh-"

  Whether boys or girls, everyone applauded warmly. For these young people, those who know kung fu are still relatively rare and popular.

  He scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassed: "One person performing is too boring, and the effect can't be seen - I want to invite someone on stage to practice with me."

  "Coach! Coach! Coach!" The students shouted the coach's name loudly. In their eyes, only the coach could match up with a master of Kung Fu.

  The sturdy young man hastily waved his hand, putting on a fearful expression and said: "I don't dare to spar with the instructor. That's asking for trouble - anyway, it's just casual play. I'll just practice a few moves with Tang instead."

  "Haha, Second Brother. This is for you." Huaming poked the person sitting in front of him, Tang Chong, and said with a cold smile.

  "This kid wants to be famous so badly?" Liang Tao said discontentedly. "Second brother, don't be polite with me, beat him until his mother can't recognize him."

  Li Yu turned her head to look at the boy with a thick face reddened by the flames, and she had something on her mind.

  When they heard that the opponent of the sturdy boy was Tang Chong, both boys and girls were boiling.

  "Thank you."

  "Thank you."

  "Thank you."

  Tang Chong - Heavy

  All the students in the whole school were shouting Tang Zhong's name, more and more urgently, also louder and louder.

  Tang Zhong knew that he could no longer keep a low profile.

  When Instructor Li Tieshu found out who Tang Zhong was, he also shouted along with the students. He had a deep impression of this newcomer all along and looked forward to Tang Zhong's performance.

  Unfortunately, Tang Chong just shook his head and said: "I'm very tired today after a day of military training. You'd better find someone else. Besides, I only know how to fight, not martial arts."

  Most of those serving time in prison are fighting maniacs, they have a very good understanding of the human body, knowing what kind of moves or attacks on which positions can cause maximum harm to people.

  However, all these moves were fumbled out when fighting for their lives in the streets, without a systematic program and continuous action. Whether it counts as kung fu or not, Tang Zhong himself can't tell.

  Tong Shangwu was unwilling to give up and said, "Everyone is waiting. Can you bear to disappoint your classmates? Besides, we also want to know if what happened at noon is true or not."

  Tong Shangwu used his provocative tactics. Meaning to say, you don't even dare to accept the challenge of one person, how can you possibly take on six people at once?

  Tang Chong remained unmoved. He didn't care whether others believed it or not. He didn't think that this matter would bring him much proud capital.

  "People who don't know might think you're just bragging. Of course, I believe in you. That's why I'm standing up to prove it for you."

  Tang Zhong's eyes narrowed.

  He doesn't mind others' sharp words, but he dislikes others' cold ridicule. He even more dislikes people with a honest face playing such petty tricks in front of him.

  With a slight effort from his legs, Tang Zhong bounced up from the ground.

  The moment he stood up, the shouting voices in the entire venue stopped eerily.

  "Lao Er, take off your glasses and give them to me," said Hua Ming. He was worried that wearing glasses would hinder Tang Chong's performance.

  "No need." Tang Zhong refused. "Take off your glasses, I'm afraid I won't be able to find his nose."

  "Fine. Punch him in the nose." Liang Tao swung his fist heavily.

  Tang Chong smiled and walked out from the middle of the lineup to the position of the bonfire, between the boys' team and the girls' team.

  "What should I call you?" Tang Chong asked with a smile.

  "Tong Shang Wu." Dun Hou's male student smiled with a simple and honest face.

  "Now that you know who I am, there's no need for introductions," said Tang Chong. "Shall we begin?"

  "Please." Tóng Shàngwǔ made a gesture of invitation.

  "After you," Tang Zhong said. He didn't take the initiative to attack, but instead stood still and waited for Tong Shangwu to make the first move. Since he had the courage to stand out and perform, and also had the courage to challenge himself, it showed that he was extremely confident in his own skills-----Tang Zhong really wanted to see where his pride came from.

  After listening to Tang Zhong's words, Tong Shangwu spread his legs apart, with a distance slightly wider than the width of his shoulders. He used force from the second toe tendon of both feet to pull inward and backward, while simultaneously pulling his hip joints inwards, gathering his strength towards the bones. He stood up in a Yang horse stance with his toes clasped together.

  With a slight accumulation of strength, people will quickly make rapid progress.

  His hands moved like snakes, quickly slapping towards Tang Zhong's face.

  "Recite Spring." Tang Zhong said lightly.

  Chang Chun has 'fast hands and feet' to describe the speed of his moves. Tong Shangwu's speed is astonishing, with both offense and defense, in Tang Chao's opinion, at least ten years or more of practice are needed as a foundation.

  Tang Chong's palm was about to slap his own face when Tang Chong's body dodged to one side, a fist thundered towards his ribcage on the other side, and his knee cap heavily collided with his leg bone.

  Tong Shangwu was shocked!

  They were just a warm-up performance, but Tang Zhong suddenly used his finishing move.

  If he was hit in the ribs by his fist or kicked in the shinbone by his knee, he would not only fall to the ground and admit defeat, but also lie in bed for three months to recover.

  It's going to take 100 days for your muscles and bones to recover.

  Tang Zhong's counterattack also made Tong Shangwu extremely angry. Originally, he was going to defeat Tang Zhong in front of all the students in the department to crush his spirit, but now that Tang Zhong didn't know what was good for him, he decided not to hold back either.

  Then retreat and charge again.

  The left hand changes into a palm and becomes a pillow hand, while the right hand guards the fist in the shape of the Chinese character for "day" and strikes Tang Zhong's head directly.

  Tang Zhong wants to break his bones, and he also wants to beat Tang Zhong into a pig head.

  These two young boys were actually surrounded by an aura of murder from head to toe.

  The students outside the field watched with bated breath, shouting loudly. Several instructors who didn't understand boxing looked at each other with serious expressions when they saw the force and position of the two people's attacks.

  Li Tieshu was the first to react and shouted loudly: "Stop! Both of you stop!"

  Unfortunately, it's too late.

  Tang Zhong's body arched slightly, like a hunting leopard about to pounce.

  As Tong Shangwu rushed towards him, he counterattacked. He wrapped his arms around Tong's waist and used his legs to kick him to the ground.

  Then, before Tong Shangwu could counterattack, he punched Tong Shangwu in the nose.

  The sound of a nasal bone fracture came, along with blood spraying out.

  Tang Chong landed another punch on his eyes, rendering him unable to see while also losing the strength to struggle due to pain.

  Tang Chong wanted to add another punch, but he was held up by several instructors.

  He could only say with a regretful face to Tong Shangwu, who was lying on the ground: "I'm really sorry - you didn't know when to stop. I was afraid you'd hit me, so I hit you first."