Li Tianhu sat down with a sad look on his face and said depressedly: "The boss didn't give me a chance."
"Why is that boy the one who went up? It seems that these boys want to use a trick to leave the stronger ones behind." Wang Feihu frowned.
Brother Lie looked at Chen Zifei in the group competition and said coldly: "How is this boy's strength?"
Wang Feihu said disdainfully: "He's just a pretty boy. He only has tricks on women. I've never seen him take action. He definitely doesn't have any strength. I'll go meet him."
Brother Lie nodded and said: "Looking at my figure, it doesn't matter if I lose this round. Then you can go ahead with this round."
"Brother Tiger, come on, play nice, I'm going to take some photos." Jia Yitong raised the camera and said.
Wang Feihu proudly made an OK gesture, took a few steps to run, and climbed over the guardrail gracefully.
Wang Feihu stared at Chen Zifei closely, with a ferocious smile on his face: "Boy, you are very brave, and you dare to go on stage. Weren't you a coward that night? Where did you find the courage today? But since you are here to die, then I will give it to you.
Chance, I’ll beat you until your mother doesn’t even recognize you.”
As Wang Feihu said this, he hit a few air strikes in succession on the ring, making the fight vigorous and exciting, causing bursts of cheers from the surrounding classmates who were watching the excitement.
"The bet has been placed, the bet has been placed. Wang Feihu will pay one for one, and Chen Zifei will pay two for one. This opportunity cannot be missed." Zheng Zijian suddenly shouted.
Chen Zifei's face twitched, this kid actually bet on himself without even telling himself.
"I bet 100 on Wang Feihu."
"I bet five hundred..."
The students around him were shouting and immediately surrounded Zheng Zijian.
"Ahem... be quiet, be quiet. Whoever allowed you to gamble down here is trying to get punished." Director Du took the microphone and shouted seriously.
The surrounding students were immediately discouraged and returned to their seats one after another. Zheng Zijian also secretly cursed that it was bad luck that such a good opportunity to make money was wiped out by the Mediterranean Sea.
After glancing at the students below, Director Du suddenly pointed at the wall beside the arena, and the projection started instantly. A large screen appeared in front of everyone. On the screen was a software operation interface, similar to buying lottery tickets, and there was a two-dimensional screen next to it.
code.
Director Du pointed at the projection and said proudly: "In order to increase the interactivity of this challenge, the school has specially developed this prize-winning guessing software for everyone. The current odds are that if you beat Chen Zifei, you will get two for one, and if you beat Wang Feihu, you will get one for one.
..."
Zheng Zijian opened his mouth wide and had the urge to curse. Setting up a game is gambling. Director Du even developed a betting software and turned it into a lottery with prizes. This cultural man is really amazing.
The students around him were also shocked by Director Du, but someone quickly reacted and immediately scanned the QR code and started downloading the software.
Soon there was a change in the projection, showing that Wang Feihu's bet had already reached 1,000 yuan. This number was still increasing rapidly, and soon it was close to 10,000 yuan. However, Chen Zifei also had a lot of bets, and he exceeded it in an instant.
Wang Feihu, reached 50,000 yuan.
Luo Zihao said flatteringly: "Brother Fei, we will definitely support you, don't worry."
Ma Da waved his fist and shouted: "Brother Fei, I paid for all my living expenses this month, I believe you."
The people who placed bets on Chen Zifei were all his classmates. In their minds, Chen Zifei was invincible. This was a sure-win bet.
Wang Feihu's face was ugly. He was not favored and even voted for that Chen Zifei. Damn it.
However, as time went by, due to Chen Zifei's class size problem, the number of hundreds of thousands had reached its peak, while Wang Feihu's amount continued to increase, and soon reached 1.8 million.
"Did you see that, kid? You are nothing in everyone's eyes. You are nothing compared to me." Wang Feihu laughed proudly.
Chen Zifei snorted coldly and said, "Okay, then let me see how strong you are."
"Wang Feihu's skills are average, but his strength is very good. If you deal with this kid, you will be able to decide the winner very quickly." Brother Lie looked at the two people on the ring and said with a smile.
"Boy, put on your gloves quickly, don't waste time." Wang Feihu said fiercely.
Chen Zifei said casually: "I don't know how to box, and I don't use gloves."
Zheng Zijian shouted from below: "I'm not here to compete with you in boxing. I'm still wearing gloves. Are you stupid?"
"Yes, it is the boxing club that challenges these freshmen. Do we have to stipulate what moves to use?"
"Maybe this Chen Zifei is practicing Chinese martial arts. How can he fight with boxing gloves on?"
The surrounding students were also shouting, and Wang Feihu, with a dark face, signaled to the referee that it was time to start.
After the bell rang, Wang Feihu said viciously: "Boy, go to hell."
Wang Feihu jumped back and forth on his feet, staring at Chen Zifei warily.
What's going on? This guy is full of weaknesses. Did he deliberately lure me into the trap?
Wang Feihu approached slowly and tried to jab with his front hand. Before he could straighten his arm, he saw that his opponent's hand turned into an afterimage. Wang Feihu's eyes widened and he was slapped to the ground.
Chen Zifei didn't do anything serious, but Wang Feihu's head was still buzzing, and stars were shooting out of his eyes.
The surrounding students and people in the boxing club were all dumbfounded. What kind of sect does this Chen Zifei belong to? Does he still have this move?
Wang Feihu's face was burning. He roared and rushed forward again. This time it was still a mouth. Wang Feihu hit the ground hard again. He struggled for a few times and did not get up. He felt that his whole body was spinning.
"Old...Tiger..." someone from the boxing club shouted, throwing a white towel onto the ring.
After Wang Feihu was carried down, people from the Beijing University Health Center hurriedly came forward to check. Fortunately, there was no major problem, just a slight concussion. It would be fine if there was no shock.
The students below were all dumbfounded. They didn’t expect that Wang Feihu, who was so arrogant just now, would be sent away by two mouths. It was simply funny.
Yu Fang's face turned dark, and he glared and said, "Tiger, I will avenge you. I will go meet that boy."
"Wait." Liege shouted in a low voice.
Yu Fang and others all looked at Brother Lie in confusion, and saw that Brother Lie frowned and had a gloomy look on his face.
"This kid's speed is too fast, and his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary people. I didn't expect that he is a freak despite his average appearance. I was wrong." Brother Lie said solemnly.
"It doesn't matter if it's fast. I want to see if it's his slap speed or my punch speed that's faster." Yu Fanghan said.
Before Brother Lie could say anything, Yu Fang had already jumped onto the ring.
"Boy, you slapped our boxing club in the face. Do you know what the consequences will be?" Yu Fang said in a gloomy voice.
Chen Zifei sneered and said: "If your boxing club takes the initiative to challenge me and sends you to my door for me to slap you in the face, then I can't let you down."
"Okay, great, arrogant enough. I like it. Let's see if you can still stand here and be arrogant." Yu Fang said with a fierce look.
One minute later...
Yu Fang and Wang Feihu lay side by side. Yu Fang couldn't help retching and said with difficulty: "It's impossible, it's impossible, my head is going to explode..."