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The sun shines on Zhuo Fei's face with thick eyebrows through the windows in the corridor on the sixth floor.

His righteous indignation, his impassionedness, did not cause a wave of waves in Zhang Xiaojian.

Even Zhang Xiaojian replied: "It's my shit?"

Pain, struggle and confusion began to appear on Zhuo Fei's face.

This is human nature. Although Zhang Xiaojian didn't know that Zhuo Fei had been practicing martial arts since how old he was until he is now such a big man, but looking at his expression, he can find that he is really uncomfortable.

There are two reasons why he feels uncomfortable. One is because the seniors he admired for many years have been defeated one by one, which shattered his respect for these seniors.

The second is that I have been immersed in the martial arts circle for many years.

Seeing that the child's tears were about to squeeze out, Zhang Xiaojian felt soft in his heart and said helplessly, "No, brother, I can't beat him."

Zhuo Fei heard the softness in Zhang Xiaojian's words, and suddenly realized that he came to invite the senior man in front of him to come out, and immediately said: "Brother, your performance in this video is already very strong..."

Before he could continue to say, Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand to stop: "I am a shit, even if I am an ordinary person, how can I fight a professional boxer? Are you stupid?"

Zhuo Fei: "Brother, our Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, how can we presumptuously underestimate ourselves..."

Zhang Xiaojian interrupted again: "Don't wear high hats, do you know why those so-called senior masters in your mouth lose?"

Zhuo Fei frowned. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about this question, but for a while it was still difficult to accept the so-called true answer.

Zhang Xiaojian is really unwilling to let him continue to pester himself. He feels that it is not poisonous: "For those of you seniors, it is estimated that these years are busy opening martial arts gyms to make money. Teaching apprentices how to practice radio gymnastics, it is indeed not False, but if you really get to the ring, you must lose."

Comparing martial arts to radio gymnastics, Zhuo Fei's face flushed immediately.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care either.

Seeing Zhuo Fei clenching his fists, Zhang Xiaojian continued: "What do other professional boxers do every day? How many kinds of high-intensity training do they need to maintain? Practice speed, practice reactions, and observe your body through various professional modern instruments. ."

"Don't talk about the old men in your mouth. You guessed that you really dug out the founders of these sects, and you can't beat the professional athletes that are cultivated by modern scientific mechanisms and specially born for fighting."

After speaking these words in one breath, Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "Okay, when it comes to this, you can realize it by yourself, I have something to do, don't pester me."

"Brother...."

Zhang Xiaojian turned his head, and finally said: "Anyway, you remember that with absolute speed, strength, and reaction, any routine and arrogance are in vain. If you really want to rectify the name of martial arts, don't find me, and find a professional for yourself. Practice."

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the ward of 616, then closed the door and locked it. He listened to it when he arrived, but did not hear the footsteps, which proved that the kid had not left...

Irritable, how can a fight attract people from the Wushu Association?

And still such a clingy kid?

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In the ward, Gao Qingsong and Bai Yang looked at the sneaky Zhang Xiaojian and didn't know why.

Bai Yang asked: "Why? Who is it outside?"

Zhang Xiaojian turned around and put the breakfast the second aunt brought them on the table: "It's okay, how are you two? When are you willing to leave the hospital? The colorful world outside is still waiting for our third brother to be cool!"

"What's the matter, don't go singing today? Isn't it true that the old history can't stand you, and don't do it for more money?" Gao Qingsong asked with a smile.

"Fart, Lao Tzu is now the number one man in the singing bar, and every time he gets on stage, he gets warm applause and cheers."

Gao Qingsong smiled and asked, "Are you paying out of your pocket every day to send wine to each table?"

Zhang Xiaojian's face blushed: "How do you know? Say,

Gao Qingsong shook his head: "I have decided not to mix in this circle. Except for a few bar owners, other people and groups have deleted everything in WeChat. You can get applause and cheers in two seconds. It must be money, Bai Yang uses You can figure it out on the back heel."

Bai Yang opened the box lunch, first smelled it, and then Meimei ate it and said vaguely: "Don't insult my heel."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..., OK, that's the end of our brother's three friendships today, I Zhang Xiaojian since then..."

With that said, Zhang Xiaojian found that Gao Qingsong had also opened the lunch box and chewed while smiling, not taking himself seriously.

He couldn't help asking: "Why don't you stop me?"

Bai Yang put down the rice spoon and took a sip of the water. "I stopped, I stopped."

"You stopped."

Bai Yang thought for a while: "It was fine to watch the live broadcast last night, guess who did I see?"

Zhang Xiaojian sat on the side of the bed: "Don't betray you, who are you looking at?"

"Your sister!"

"Your sister, speak well, without cursing."

"Really your sister!"

"Really your sister!"

"I said your sister, Ning Xueqing!"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..., my sister, live broadcast?"

"Yes, live broadcast, your sister."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand: "Wait a minute, I'll be slow."

"You slow down."

Bai Yang picked up the chopsticks and picked up the marinated egg in Gao Qingsong's lunch box: "Don't say, the girl is getting more and more beautiful."

Zhang Xiaojian: "No, she broadcasts it, what can she do, what can she broadcast?"

Bai Yang said: "It's really nothing...so live broadcast chattering."

Zhang Xiaojian asked again: "Are you sure it is my sister?"

"Nonsense, I watched her grow up, can I still admit it?"

Zhang Xiaojian scratched his head: "No, when I didn't shut down the phone and reported safety last time, I told me that I was working in a second-hand house, how to do the live broadcast, it was over, it was over."

As he said, Zhang Xiaojian's voice trembled.

Countless plots of dog blood appeared in his mind.

Gao Qingsong said leisurely: "Little Jian, it's not normal to be a live broadcast these years, what have you finished?"

Zhang Xiaojian glared angrily: "Do you have a sister?"

"No."

"Shut up if you don't, you know what a fart."

Zhang Xiaojian stood up and walked around the house quickly while picking up his mobile phone to make a call.

But no matter how you dial, it is a sentence that has no emotion, but pretends to be so emotional: "Sorry, the user you dialed has been turned off, please try again later."

Bai Yang understands Zhang Xiaojian’s mood, so when he watched the live broadcast yesterday, he discovered that Ning Xueqing did not tell Zhang Xiaojian the first time. He was afraid that Zhang Xiaojian would do something irrational in the middle of the night. Besides, Ning Xueqing in the live broadcast was in a very state. Okay, there must be nothing wrong.

Bai Yang said: "Don't worry, I have collected her live broadcast room. It is estimated that it will start in the afternoon. You can contact her in a while. Sit down and calm down."

Zhang Xiaojian heard it, and sat down on the hospital bed: "That's right, that girl is clever, hey, yes, have you seen her fan list? Who is the number one?"

"What does this do?"

"Baiyang, you white prostitute party, don't tell me you don't know the anchor who has been sleeping on the list since ancient times. Have you seen when she started live broadcast? Have you watched..."

Bai Yang was a little dazed by the question, and threw his phone to Zhang Xiaojian: "Go away and look at it."