Chapter 31 The Official Start of the Campus Martial Arts Competition

Li Changqing naturally had no idea that his best friend and the doorkeeper were drinking together.
"What? The Way of the Simp is something you left in the library, gatekeeper?!"
"Not bad, I wrote it when I was young."
"But why does it feel like it's not working when I try to follow the method mentioned above?"
"Silly child, times are changing, and girls' thoughts are certainly progressing too."
The old man took a book out of the bed and handed it to Chen Peng: "This book, The Way of the Sea King, was calculated by me based on the changes in material and economic development in recent years, combined with the eight trigrams of Zhouyi. Since we have fate, I will give it to you as a gift today."
"The way of the lap dog is no longer suitable for this era, for in the end, licking will lead to nothing. It is the Sea King who is the mainstream now."
"Old man, say no more. It's all in this wine!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.
Everyone raised their glasses and drank in one gulp.
After an hour, the tipsy Chen Peng stumbled back to the dormitory.
Sighing, it was the first time he had seen his best friend so sad.
Even when he was beaten by his father before, it never reached the point where he had to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
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The next day.
Eight thirty.
After a grand opening ceremony, the martial arts competition officially begins.
Originally, Li Changqing's match was in the afternoon, but his best friend forcibly dragged him over to cheer on his dear sister, Jingjing.
In the judge's seat.
Wang Zheng, the martial arts teacher, sat in the center with a stern face, looking very impartial.
The other physical education teachers, with great interest, watched the two contestants on the arena engaged in a physical fight.
其中一人忍不住笑道：“这两个人是谁教出来的？人才呀，你一拳我一拳打的挺有节奏感。”
“拳拳到肉，不知道的人还以为他们在打拳击赛呢。”
"Teacher Liu, don't be so straightforward. The competition last year wasn't as exciting as this year. Each punch is at least satisfying to watch."
"You're right, last year it was a wrestling competition, but this year it has upgraded to boxing. It's already pretty good."
王正的脸色以肉眼可见的速度变红，一种名为羞愧的情绪，冲击他的脑海。
因为场上这两个参赛选手，正是他教出来的。
His heart roared.
F*ck, have you guys completely forgotten the martial arts I taught you these days?!
Actually, we can't blame these two players either.
You know, being watched by so many people, it really feels awkward.
After the two of them stepped on the stage, their minds went blank.
They couldn't even remember any moves, just throwing punches one after another.
Later, they even ignited a real fire while fighting.
With fists as big as sandbags, they relentlessly punched each other's faces.
The two people on stage sway back and forth, already bruised and battered, as they see who can hold on the longest, the first one to fall.
In the audience seats.
There is a chorus of cheers.
"Take him down!"
"Beat him!"
"This is a man's battle!"
"Don't be afraid, strike with all your might and defeat him!"
"Satisfying, isn't it better than last year's wrestling?"
"Fists hitting flesh, being reckless will get the job done!"
As if stimulated by the cheers from the audience seats, the emotions of the two on stage seemed to be ignited, and they shouted loudly.
Using all their strength, they swung their fists, preparing for a decisive victory.
Everyone held their breath at this moment, witnessing the upcoming historical moment.
Perhaps due to the difference in height, the shorter contestant landed a punch on the opponent's cheek, while the taller one struck right on the bridge of the nose.
A short player fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
Finally, the tall player won the victory.
At this moment, Chen Peng whispered, "Ah Qing, do you want to bet?"
"Bet?"
"Yes, every year at this time, a group of mysterious people will appear, opening up betting on the top five. This year, there are three strong seeded players, and if nothing unexpected happens, these three people are bound to be among the top five this year."
Dragging him, Chen Peng came to a corner.
In the corner, there was only a chubby boy with a cap-shaped haircut, looking indifferent at the arrival of Chen Peng and Li Changqing.
"The king covers the tiger!"
Chen Peng mysteriously said, "Teemo is one meter fifty!"
"Do classmates want to bet?"
Chen Peng nodded.
The other person took out a piece of paper from his pocket and whispered, "Everything is here."
After carefully observing, Chen Peng said, "Ah Qing, although I really want to bet on you, I am very aware of your strength. So, I bet 300 on Zhang Yan as the first place, bet 300 on Zhang Yan as the second place, and bet 300 on Zhang Yan as the third place."
Xiao Pangzi gave Chen Peng a thumbs up and said, "Smart choice."
Chen Peng proudly said, "Of course, as long as Zhang Yan can make it to the top three, no matter what happens, I won't lose out and can even make a small profit."
"Aqing, listen to me, can't I let you suffer?"
Li Changqing asked, "Can all participants place bets?"
“That's correct.”
"Then I'll bet on this first place, one thousand."
Pointing at a name on the list, Li Changqing couldn't help but ask, "May I ask how you determine the odds?"
After taking his money, the chubby guy explained with evident satisfaction, "We have channels that allow us to know the match list and opponents in advance, combined with comprehensive knowledge of the players in various aspects, to make professional judgments."
Oh.
Li Changqing looks at his name, which belongs to the lowest level.
Clearly belongs to the series that is not favored.
If you bet on the first one, the odds are 1 to 10.
It is the highest odds among them.
The three seeded contestants are: Zhang Yan, Ma Zhengliang, and Wang Jing.
Their odds are all five to one.
If the data is calculated as Chen Peng said, as long as Zhang Yan finishes in the top three, he will make a small profit.
Of course, if something unexpected happens and Zhang Yan fails to enter the top three, then Chen Peng will have completely lost the 900 yuan.
After completing all of this, Xiaopang and Li Changqing added each other on WeChat and made proper notes.
After the competition ends, we will calculate together and if they win, they will transfer the money directly.
"Let's go, there are a few more games before we reach your sister Jingjing's competition."
"You go ahead, I will be there soon."
Chen Peng didn't know what he was thinking, and Li Changqing didn't bother him.
After he left, Chen Peng came to Xiao Pangzi again.
Gritting his teeth, "Brother, I'll bet again."
"No problem."
"It's him, bet on the first place, 500 yuan."
"I reluctantly transferred another 500 yuan with my phone."
"The chubby guy stared at Chen Peng's back and looked at a certain name on the list with some confusion."
"Why would they bet so much money on someone who is clearly one of the least favored players?"
"Could it be that this person is a low-key expert?"
There is a possibility that this person, who was not highly regarded before, could still make it to the top five, just like some previous contestants.
But it's not right, they clearly have conducted a serious investigation.
This person clearly just started learning martial arts in the past few months," the chubby guy whispered strangely.
He didn't continue to dwell on this issue.
Continue watching the match.
At noon, when having lunch, Chen Peng kept sighing: "What a pity, if Jingjing can keep up with her stamina in the end, she would definitely win."
"You've said these things three times already."

Chen Peng looked resentful and said, "Ah Qing, if you don't come in first place, Big Brother will definitely punish you."
Li Changqing: "????"
Completely unclear about what he meant.
Chen Peng didn't explain either and ate by himself.

He confused his mind for a moment.
Soon, it was already afternoon and Li Changqing, sitting in the audience seat, looked at the battle order on the big screen. There were only two matches left before it was his turn.
As the match was soon about to end, Zhang Yan, dressed in martial arts attire, stood on the platform with a heroic and gallant demeanor.
This immediately triggered a wave of cheers.
"Zhang Yan, I love you, senior sister!"
"Go, Zhang Yan, senior sister!"
"Draw your sword, love rivals!"
Li Changqing puzzled, "Is she very popular?"
"Of course," Chen Peng said, "Zhang Yan, the senior sister, is the campus belle, and she comes from a wealthy and influential family. Moreover, she has a generous personality, naturally attracting a large group of younger fan boys."
"Oh." Li Changqing nodded. He had heard of the legend of Senior Zhang Yan, but he didn't expect her to have so many supporters.
"Last year, Senior Zhang Yan had something come up and couldn't participate, otherwise our school wouldn't have been eliminated in the first round."
Yang Jie, who took the stage, smiled wryly and said, "Zhang Yanjie, can you go easy on me later?"
"No." Zhang Yanjie refused on the spot.
"Holding back is an insult to martial artists. Only by exerting all your strength can you show the greatest respect for yourself and your opponent."
"Come on, show me your martial arts skills!"