The plot has reversed again, which is really exciting. Everyone else is watching excitedly. The loss of not coming today is huge.

Jiang Debin came back to his senses, smiled suddenly, and clasped his fists at the hundreds of Qingyun Club members who stood up in the audience: "Don't dare, don't dare, please give me more advice in the future."

He used some real energy in his speech, and his voice was loud and clear without relying on a loudspeaker, allowing people in the stands to hear him clearly.

The skill is evident, it is indeed the work of two brushes.

Miss Ying didn't know if she had a clue or if she really misunderstood what he meant, so she didn't agree to be that kind of "friend", but this kind of "friend".

Even if the courtship fails, there are rewards. The current growth rate of Qingyun Club is staggering. Regardless of the petty fights on campus, it is always beneficial to have friendship with Ying Haoxiong's only daughter.

In this world, we not only rely on force value, but also on interpersonal relationships. As the overlord of a party, Ying Haoxiong represents the highest level of martial arts. Becoming a "friend" with his only daughter is equivalent to establishing a relationship with Ying Haoxiong and competing for position in the future.

, that is the biggest plus point.

Only a fool would argue and fall out on the spot. He must first recognize this "friend".

Xi Ning also has his own calculations. It is better to reconcile enemies than to make enemies. It is better not to offend your noble son if he can. It is not embarrassing to have the warlord's legitimate son as a friend.

Ying Feihu, who was still sitting there with his arms crossed on his chest, closed his eyes and nodded in style: "Win-win, well, it's the eldest lady after all, amazing!"

Zhe Zhiwei, who was standing but had only shouted without saluting just now, looked at him with disdain and could not change his posture. If it were an animation, he would have thought it was intentional laziness and the manuscript was used over and over again.

We couldn't have lovers together, but ended up becoming brothers. Someone in the stands shouted with dissatisfaction: "Are you going to fight or not?"

The competition is still happening now, but it has become a scene of friendship. This betrayal is too obvious. It is like announcing the abandonment under a big banner.

This Miss Ying is really on the road, and Jiang Debin, who has benefited from it, has bright eyes and a rosy face: "Since we are already brothers, how can we fight between brothers? I..."

Xining quickly took the lead: "We won't fight, it will be a draw!"

There was another uproar. Jiang Debin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and clasped his fists at Ying Xuewu amidst the uproar.

Xining returns the favor!

This is the best result. If Jiang Debin declares that he abstains this time, it will be equivalent to owing him a favor. So today, in order to prevent him from being embarrassed, he accepted the favor of his brother and was sent away by abstaining. Then

Not worth it.

If there is a draw, the favor has not been repaid, and the other party will know that he is not a petty person. The world is small, the days will be long, and friendship will last forever!

The time was almost up, both sides expressed their opinions again, and the referee could only declare a draw.

Xining said: "Second Young Master Jiang will come to Qingyun Club when he has time. If I have a chance, I will make a meal and chat while we eat." Straightforward words, simple and clear.

Jiang Debin's handsome face returned to its original fair complexion, and he smiled, which made the girls in the stands sway: "Miss Ying is a generous person. Today Jiang will teach me, and I will appoint Jiang as a host in the future. Miss Wangying, please don't refuse."

Xining seemed to be honest and cute, and was very considerate: "It's not that I want to refuse. If too many people follow, I'm afraid that I will eat up all your pocket money."

Jiang Debin was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "At that time, it is better to be respectful than to obey orders."

After the two chatted, they jumped in the direction where they were sitting. Xining immediately jumped to his seat and sat down.

Hu Liangming, who was standing next to him, flattered and handed over a bottle of water: "Thank you for your hard work, boss. You are so awesome!"

Xining opened the water and drank it, waiting for the next scene.

Jiang Debin jumped back to his seat, and was laughed at by several friends around him, with a bit of sadness. Although the courtship was unsuccessful this time, he got a female brother. After all, Miss Ying's marriage had been announced a long time ago.

She can't make the decision herself, so if she can't be a friend, she should be a brother first, and she will never suffer any loss.

Jiang Debin couldn't help but look over. To be able to jump to the position without any bias, and still at such a long distance, this Miss Ying's skill was truly extraordinary. If the fight really started, even if she could win, it would not be easy.

I originally thought about abstaining, but I didn't expect that when someone called me a draw, I didn't rely on my identity or that I was a girl to give in. This magnanimity was far better than that of many men. She is indeed the daughter of a British general, courageous and righteous!

In addition, being able to lead a club of more than a hundred people is an ability that is beyond his reach.

I'm really excited now...

The referees had a headache, and someone in the stands was already shouting.

It was originally agreed that if you win three games in a row, you will be automatically qualified. Now there is a tie. Is this considered a win or a loss?

The five referees were discussing in low voices, and one of them came up with an idea: "Why don't we wait until Ying Xuewu finishes the next game."

If you win, you will continue to have headaches. If you lose, then all headaches will be gone.

"Let's make a decision first. We'll get things done soon." Another referee faced the side. The people sitting in the first row were all faculty and staff of the college, and the one sitting next to him was the principal.

He understood and ran over: "Why is the principal here free?"

"Hehe, didn't you say you are free?" The principal smiled Hehe, his round face smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

After choking, he really knew how to answer. He asked the question just now: "Principal, there is a tie now. The original rules of the competition were that if you win three games in a row, you will automatically be entered. How do you think it will be calculated now?"

If the principal says yes, it means no, then Miss Yingda and anyone who has doubts can just go to the principal.

The principal was still smiling, as if he hadn't heard anything: "It's true that each generation is better than the next. Seeing them reminds me of my own youth."

Is what I said just now all said in vain? I still think of my own youth. It seems that you were very mediocre when you were young, and you never heard of any earth-shattering things. Could it be that you also courted in public when you were young?

The corner of the referee's mouth twitched: "Principal, does this count?"

"Forget it, guess it... Hehe..." The principal turned to look at him with a smile, cordial and kind: "What's the matter?"

The referee choked, this old fox pretending to be an old fool!

He ran back dejectedly, faced the other referees' questioning, and said cruelly: "Forget it!"

If you lose the next game, you lose. If you win, Miss Ying can advance to the next level, which is what everyone expects.

A first-year female martial arts genius, this is what the school, Ying Haoxiong, and everyone want to see. Forget it, yes, forget it!

The discussion lasted for a while, less than ten minutes. The referees "cautiously" decided that a draw would count.

After the rules are decided, the game continues.
Chapter completed!