Rebirth In the College Entrance Examination: Making a Fortune with a Rough Man

  Being a good combat soldier and possessing artistic talent is also a major advantage.

   There was warm applause at the scene, with serious smiles all over his face, and raising his hand as a signal, the applause gradually died down.

   "We are just a small gathering to exchange ideas and exchange ideas. Don't put too much pressure on everyone. Afterwards, we will stop at the end of the meeting. The most important thing is to participate."

   "Let's start with a warm-up knockout match, draw lots for two-two duels, and go through it quickly. Now, all participating comrades, please come here to draw lots."

  Many people walked out of the crowd and went to the lottery area.

  Sang Ye was excited, ran very fast, and even dragged Lan Tianqin.

With her hands in her hands, Mulberry strolled in the courtyard, taking no time to rush. The eyes of those who fell on the Sang family changed one after another. The great-grandchildren of the old Sang family seemed to be developing in an unpredictable direction, and I didn't know whether it was good or bad bad.

  Sang Dazhuang didn't want to go, he hummed and didn't move.

  Papa Sang glared at him: "What are the ink marks, hurry up."

  Sang Dazhuang pursed his mouth: "It's like playing house with a child. It's boring. Mulberry and Sangye can handle it. I'm overqualified."

  Mr. Mo laughed out loud: "You little bastard, you can play movies better than your girl. You are overqualified. Your old Sang's thick skin is also inherited."

  Sang Dazhuang cast a disgusted glance at Mr. Mo: "You always have shallow knowledge and say I'm bragging, but you haven't seen how awesome I am. I don't care about it with you, so as not to say that I bully the elderly."

  Mr. Mo's eyes widened: "You little brat, talking like your grandfather is not pleasant."

  Sang Dazhuang said casually: "They all said that."

  Mr. Mo choked for a moment, and glared at Sang Dazhuang angrily: "Little bastard, you go up for me, and I want to see how you blow it up."

  Sang Dazhuang didn't move, he didn't want to go, he said that these people were not his opponents, and he was too lazy to do anything.

  Mr. Mo was so angry that his face turned red.

  He has been around to this day, and no one has been so shameless.

  Turning his head and scolding old man Sang angrily: "Sang Niumo, what kind of stuff is your old Sang's house? The old one is shameless, the young one is rude, and he doesn't know how to respect the old man at all. Look, what kind of attitude does the little **** have."

Grandpa Sang spread his hands, especially a bachelor: "Such a big boy, if he doesn't go, I can't catch up with the cane. If you have the ability, you can say it, and you can beat him. Anyway, he doesn't dare to fight back. I'm afraid What."

  Mr. Mo gritted his teeth: "All of you Lao Sang's family are rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Can I beat you up? I don't care, let him go up, or I'll never end with you."

  Grandpa Sang copied his hands, acting as the shopkeeper: "I don't care, I'm old, I can't control the juniors, don't look for me."

   "Hey, you are an old man." Mr. Mo couldn't say anything, and he was so angry that he felt bad.

  Yuzhi was afraid that the old man would be angry, so he secretly glared at Sang Dazhuang: "Don't make trouble, go up and try, find a chance and come down."

  Sang Dazhuang grinned loudly: "Okay, listen to my wife."

  I saw that Mr. Mo was autistic. He really deserves to be the son of Lao Sang's family. He is really strict with his wife from generation to generation.

   Sang Dazhuang took a long leg and took a paper ball with a number on it, and the corresponding one was the opponent.

  The game begins.

   There are a total of more than a hundred pairs, two-two confrontation, click to stop, but not too much entanglement, the speed is very fast.

   There are not many people from each family, only one or two people in each family, go up to test the water. Add some soldiers, the strength is neutral, and each has its own elimination.

   After nearly two hours, the battle ended.

  The remaining one hundred or so people will have another round of lottery, and the remaining fifty or so can be regarded as elites.

   Finally, there will be another round of sorting and lottery to determine the order of the front and back, and freely choose opponents to fight.

  You can choose the participants, or you can choose any non-participants in the audience.

   The girl who drew one was Mo Younan, a girl from the Mo family. Her goal was very clear: "Mulberry leaves."

  Mulberry leaf has been able to survive through two rounds of auditions, and its strength has been proven.

   It's just that Mo Younan still doesn't believe in evil, a ten-year-old girl, no matter how powerful she is, her abilities are limited.

  Staying until now, luck must account for most of it. She must teach the little girl a lesson, so that the little girl doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

  Sang Ye clicked her tongue, the elder sister of the Mo family really put all her thoughts on her face, this is not a good habit.

  Commonly known as having strong limbs and a simple mind, it is completely incompatible with Mr. Mo's lifelong achievements through intelligence.

  Mo Xunli frowned slightly, a little disapproving, it's okay for Sang Ye to challenge her granddaughter, it can be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

  My granddaughter is in her twenties, and she challenges a ten-year-old girl. If she loses or wins, she will be ashamed to say it.

   But he has already said it, and he can't stop it anymore.

  Master Sang said with a smile: "This girl has a clear goal, she is daring, and she doesn't care about other people's eyes."

   These words are not out of yin and yang, Mr. Sang is indeed praising.

  Ordinary people, no matter how angry they are in their hearts, they will not know that they will be stabbed in the back, and they will ignore it and do things according to their hearts.

  Mr. Mo copied his hands without saying a word. This great-granddaughter of my family has the courage to not be afraid of the world, but she doesn't have a clear self-awareness and cannot accept other people's judgments. Being too self-conscious is not a good thing.

   Still suffered too few setbacks.

  The arena was cleared, and Sang Ye Mo Younan stood opposite him.

  Sang Ye moved her little neck: "Come on."

  Mo Younan still remembered that he was more than a round older than the mulberry leaf, and wanted to make it less ugly, so he said: "I let you..."

   Before Mo Younan finished speaking, Sang Ye moved.

   With one step of his legs, the fist wind came to Mo Younan.

  Mo Younan was shocked and resisted subconsciously, but Sang Ye stopped suddenly, and her small fist was just one centimeter in front of Mo Younan.

Evil lips curled up: "This is a lesson for you, don't talk nonsense in the future, especially when you are fighting against a weird and changeable opponent like me. Sister Mo, I'm going to attack. If you lose, don't call me a sneak attack. You won't be able to win." Words like Wu’s cheating.”

   kicked hard.

  Mo Younan blushed with anger, quickly retreated with both legs, but was a step too late, was kicked in the calf, and grinned in pain.

  Angrily waved his fist, and the fist roared with a strong wind.

  Mulberry leaf hooked her lips, and with a light squeeze of her little hand, she blocked Mo Younan's fist: "Everyone says you are a soft-footed shrimp, but you are still not convinced. You have given enough face, you should step down."

   Throwing away Mo Younan's hand, he punched Mo Younan on the shoulder with great force, and the impact made Mo Younan back again and again, until he stepped on the air and fell under the ring.

  Mo Younan covered his shoulders with an incredulous expression on his face. She never expected that she would be so vulnerable. Did those victories and honors in the past really come from her own ability? Can't help but start to doubt life.

   At the same time, she looked at Sang Ye in disbelief, is the little girl really so powerful?

  I still feel a little reconciled in my heart, and I always feel that it is because I didn’t perform well.

   "You Nan, come back and sit down." Mo Xunli called out.

  Mo Younan took a deep look at Sang Ye, and sat back downcast.

   Sang Ye bared her small white teeth, it was time for her to point out someone to challenge: "Uncle Chai, come quickly."

   If you say you want to challenge Chailin, you can't break your promise.

  Chai Lin did not participate in the audition. He did not have the right to challenge others by name, but he could be challenged or choose to refuse.

  However, he really wanted to have a fight with Sang Ye.

   "Okay." He jumped onto the ring.

  Everyone was amazed, the little girl was courageous, and those who didn't know were fearless, they understood.

  Chai Lin is such a big man, and he is messing around with the little girl, isn't it inappropriate? Mr. Mo didn't persuade him?

  Persuasion is impossible, the old man sits and waits to watch the show.

   "Old Sangtou, tell me, if your cute little great-grandson is beaten up with a black nose and a swollen face, won't it look good?"

  Master Sang cast a glance at Mr. Mo: "Old Mo, tell me, wouldn't it be embarrassing for your guard to be beaten up by a little girl with black noses and swollen faces?"

  Mr. Mo snorted: "Although my hand skills are not very good, but my eyes are still pretty good. The little girl wants to win Boy Chai, but she is still a little bit close."

  Grandpa Sang also snorted: "Do you know what is the biggest advantage of my little great-granddaughter?"

  Master Mo cooperated and asked, "What is it?"

  Master Sang puffed out his chest proudly: "Explosive power, powerful explosive power, I dare say that no one present can match the explosive power."

  Master Mo raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

  The voices of the two were not deliberately lowered, and anyone who stretched their ears to listen to their conversation could hear them clearly.

  The Lan family asked Mr. Lan: "Grandpa, is the little girl from the Sang family really so good?"

  Old Man Lan hooked his lips: "I have never seen Ye Zi being forced to show explosive power, but she can easily pass hundreds of moves in the hands of your Uncle Wei, and your Fifth Uncle can't easily take her down."

  Everyone was shocked. If they were to compare with other people, they might not have a deep intuitive feeling.

  But Weizhou and Lan Changshu, everyone in the Lan family had fought each other before, and they couldn't resist ten moves.

   Really so powerful? The two let the little girl do it, right?

  The Meng family narrowed their eyes and looked at Mulberry Ye, with a mocking face, she was just a stinky girl.

   "You can really boast, Grandpa, can I challenge her later?" Meng Wenchao, the eldest son of Meng Tianshou's second son, Meng Shiqiu, asked.

  Meng Wenchao is twenty-three, not tall, and has the same fierce face as Meng Tianshou.

  A pair of squinted eyes reveals a clean and calculating look, which is not very decent.

  He found it ridiculous when he learned that Meng Wenjun went in and had some relationship with the Sang family.

  Laughed at Meng Wenjun's stupidity, luckily he wasn't from their second room, otherwise they didn't need others to clean up, they could do it themselves.

   Even a muddy leg can't be dealt with, so it doesn't have to tarnish the name of the Meng family.

   It means that the uncle has no courage and can tolerate the existence of such a girl, and he can also tolerate the dominance of these mud legs of the Sang family.

  Try another house, I don’t know what it means.

  Meng Tianshou glanced at Meng Wenchao. Meng Tianshou still liked this grandson who looked like him and was vicious enough.

Hearing the words, he said softly: "Don't worry, she has played two games in a row. It is unreasonable for you to challenge her again, and her age is also criticized. You go and try the Lan family boy. There is not much difference in age. The Lan family boy is also in the blue family." Chang Shu has trained in public, so she won't let people talk about it."

  "When fighting, it is best to make him defenseless."

   "Okay." Meng Wenchao was a little regretful, he still wanted to confront the Sang family, especially the man from the Sang family.

  Sang Da turned his head vigorously, his copper-bell-like eyes shot out a terrifying cold light, and hit Meng Wenchao directly.

  Meng Wenchao's heart froze. In an instant, he seemed to be in an ice cellar, and the blood all over his body was almost frozen.

  Such keen insight, such sharp eyes, just one glance made him feel a touch of fear.

   More unwillingness and anger, a country mud leg, why should he.

  Meng Tianshou was also stunned by Sang Dazhuang's eyes for a moment. This moment was like the lone wolf he met when he was alone in the dense forest.

  The eyes are equally terrifying.

  The scar on his head was left by the lone wolf.

  Meng Tianshou looked away calmly, whether it was the lone wolf or the Sang family, they would all become his souls under the knife.

  Sang Dazhuang also retracted his gaze, and reminded Sang Ye with a cold face: "Your unscrupulous actions, please restrain me." He calmly signaled the existence of Sang Ye and Yu Zhi.

  Sang Ye put away her evil expression, and touched her face in embarrassment. She was going to steal peaches as her first move.

Forget it.

   "Uncle Chai, please."

  Chai Lin's ice face remained calm: "You go first."

Fine.

  Sang Ye stepped on her feet, kicked up a layer of dust, and jumped forward, hitting Chai Lin's face directly.

  Chai Lin wanted to use only one hand to deal with it, but he underestimated Sang Ye's speed and strength.

  Sang Ye knew the gap between himself and Chailin, so he didn't use the slow-fire method of boiling the frog in warm water.

   Instead, he used his full strength to attack each move, which made it difficult for Chailin to deal with it, so he quickly counterattacked with both hands.

  Sang Ye's strength is indeed great, and he is good at using heavy punches, and the strength of each punch is more than a hundred catties.

  The two of them fought head-to-head with their own strength and physical strength.

  Every time Chailin responded, he felt his bones tremble and his eyebrows frowned in pain.

  Sang Ye was also in pain. Compared with Chai Lin's forbearance, she didn't hide it at all, she grinned her teeth in pain, and her facial features were distorted.

  But the eyes are getting brighter and brighter, very excited, like a hunting beast.

  Chai Lin frowned slightly, the little girl is good at fighting for a long time, and continuing to consume is not good for herself.

  In an instant, Chai Lin's moves became fiercer.

  The situation of the battle changed suddenly, and Mulberry Ye was almost crushed and beaten, and retreated steadily.

   With a sound of "bang...", Chai Lin punched and landed on the corner of Mulberry Ye's mouth. Blood soaked through the teeth and stained the lips.

  Yu Zhi's heart ached in pain, and she subconsciously covered it.

  Wang Xinfeng hurriedly pressed Yuzhi's head into his arms: "It's all right, don't look, it's all right."

Sang Dazhuang frowned, and yelled: "Sang Ye, are you trash, haven't you eaten, are you tickling someone? Hit me, hit me hard, don't stop, punch me, hurry up... "

  Sang Ye bared her teeth, smiled evilly, and quickly punched amidst Sang Dazhuang's scolding.

   Chai Lin, who was a little guilty of punching Sang Ye because he didn't pay attention, was so shocked that he didn't care about other things, and quickly dodged when facing Sang Ye's fist.

   "What a quick punch..." Everyone exclaimed in unison.

   The Meng family, who looked down on the Sang family, also changed their expressions, and they really have some skills.

  Sang Dazhuang frowned: "Not enough, go faster, useless waste, use your right hand hard, straight punch, straight punch, continue to straight punch, speed up."

Following Sang Dazhuang's shout, Sang Ye was like a lion losing his mind, punching desperately, faster and faster, without any rules, and punching all by instinct. Chai Lin couldn't predict and resist according to the general routine at all. Time was beaten to death.