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Chapter 121: Are You Playing Me?

  "Old man is talking to you, did you hear or not!" Xiang Zhao was very irritable, why did he think this kid was so annoying?

  Xu Jinyan: "Oh, I don't know him."

  Xiang Zhao: ……

  "Are you kidding me?"

  He had heard it all before, her sister had been chasing after this guy for a long time and even confessed to him in person, but this little brat actually said he didn't know who she was.

  Isn't it obvious that he's being underestimated and played around with?

  Xiang Zhao was furious and directly grabbed the other person's collar.

  "Little one, you..."

  Xu Jinyan started practicing martial arts from primary school, and even after entering junior high school, he did not stop practicing. During this time, he often asked his master to give him special training. The intense training, combined with frequent sparring with other students, has formed a kind of conditioned reflex close to instinct. In the moment when his collar was grabbed by his opponent, he subconsciously grabbed his opponent's shoulder and executed a swift over-the-shoulder throw.

  Not giving opponents any time at all.

  Bang! The whole world fell silent.

  He completely shut her up before she could finish what she was saying.

  The little brothers brought by the other side were all staring with wide eyes, stupidly watching their own boss being slammed to the ground with a shoulder throw.

  Eyes full of reactions that couldn't keep up, and some even dared not to believe.

  Lying on the ground, he felt like he had never been so humiliated in his life.

  Alright, this beam is fixed in place now.

  He hastily sat up and loudly roared at the younger brothers behind him: "What are you still dazing about, why don't you quickly beat him for me?"

  The younger brothers looked at each other in dismay, and it took them half a moment to react. "Oh" they exclaimed, before rushing towards Xu Jinyan as one.

  In just three to five minutes, a large area of the ground was already lying flat.

  "......Come and pull me up." Just now when he fell down, his coccyx hit the stone, and it hurt so much that he couldn't recover for a long time.

  But his little brothers were all lying on the ground, unable to take care of themselves.

  The sound of footsteps echoed, and a pair of long legs appeared in front of me.

  Xu Jinyan slowly leaned forward, stretching out her hand towards the other person.

  Is this person humiliating him?

  So angry... angry angry angry...

  I'm so angry I could die!

  But still stretched out his hand and grabbed the other's hand that was extended in front of him, and just as the other pulled him up to his feet, he suddenly threw a punch at the other's handsome face.

  Yeah, the other side ambushed him just now, he's learning from him and counterattacking, evening the score.

  Just like him earlier, Xu Jinyan also reacted slowly and was slapped hard in the face.

  Right after you threw a punch, I kicked, and the two of us started fighting in front of the milk tea shop.

  Xu Jinyan has practiced for many years, but although he has skills, he lacks a bit of actual combat experience. Xiang Zhao is the opposite, having never learned any formal techniques, his experience comes entirely from street fighting. Although he's self-taught, he knows where to hit to cause pain, and when the two face off, their chances of winning are about 50/50.

  However, due to the previous fall that injured his tailbone, he was slower than usual, and in the end, Xu Jinyan won by a narrow margin.

  "Compensate me for my milk tea!"

  "Huh?" Xiang Zhao was stunned, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears.

  This guy fought with himself for half a day and finally asked himself for a cup of milk tea?

  Is your brain really okay?

  "Didn't you hear?" Xu Jinyan's face was slightly unhappy, with a hint of annoyance.

  Jiang Xiaoyu that dead girl waited for so long, with her personality of not suffering losses, who knows what big move she is waiting for him with.

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