My Personal School Flower

All the people around were dumbfounded, especially those reporters who had mocked Tang Yu just now. They couldn't believe it when they were killed. Zhong Liang was actually severely dropped by Tang Yu in this way. This is an extreme insult!

If in Judo, it's a great insult to fall over the shoulder, wouldn't Tang Yu's move make the victim feel a great shame!

Fortunately, the floor of the platform is extremely protective. If it is on the ground, Zhong Liang must be broken. But in this way, Zhong Liang had felt the whole body falling apart, and it was extremely painful. In the air, Zhong Liang felt that he would die. When he was on the ground, he clearly felt that Tang Yu had deliberately taken half the force, otherwise he would be disabled even if the floor was protected again!

Zhong Liang looked at Tang Yu in horror and twitched. How could he believe that he was defeated in this way, and that he was defeated so thoroughly and so disgracefully. The masters of the seven stages were defeated by a high school student who had not practiced judo, and it was still a shameful way home! Hang a noodle and hang it with a piece of tofu!

Where do you see your face in Judo? Judo genius, Judo stupid is almost the same!

The reporters in the audience paused for a while, and then took a single-board camera to shoot. When Tang Yu threw Zhong Liang up high, they were still. They regret not having remembered the miraculous scene. At least they have never seen such a wrestling with their own eyes.

Tang Yu stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Brother Zhong Liang, are you okay?"

"Ah ... I ... No, it's okay!" Although Zhong Liang was sore all over, he couldn't say it either. Now he has lost so badly that he can't be shamed anymore. But in my heart was growing resentment towards Tang Yu. He knew that because of him today, he had no face to face.

"Oh, I know Brother Zhong Liang knows that my house needs a facade, so I lost it intentionally, Brother Zhong Liang, right?" Tang Yu looked at Brother Zhong Liang with a smile.

"..." Zhong Liang was startled, thinking to himself, eight million, I deliberately let you! I'm neurotic! Looking at Tang Yu, how did he reach out his hands, his speed and strength were so powerful.

But promised, you can also reduce the loss of face, and then smiled slightly: "Yes, yeah. Tang Yu, I know your house needs a facade, so I will give it to you as a gift."

"Well, Brother Zhong Liang is so good. Brother Zhong Liang, I will find you better than the ring in the future." Tang Yu said, then jumped off the ring.

Zhong Liang's face was gloomy again. If you want to compare yourself, then treat yourself as a soft egg, and you can win by bullying at will. But now it's useless to say anything, Zhong Liang wrote down this hatred.

In order to force everything, Zhong Liang watched Tang Yu jump off the two-meter-high platform and thought he had to jump. Suddenly jumped down. "Ah!" Zhong Liang's legs were already weak, and at this jump, she just fell on her back, and everyone couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The staff of the Judo Club hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhong Liang.

Liu Xin also laughed aside, watching her mighty little man return unharmed to him, and finally the stone in Liu Xin's heart was put down. "Tang Yu, you were so handsome just now."

"Hehe." Tang Yu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Then he looked at Zheng Jie on one side: "Police, don't delay you much time."

"..." Zheng Jie saw the shocking scene that Tang Yu had just now, and was also stunned just now, but did not expect Tang Yu to be so powerful. "Huh. It's better to go through the registration procedures earlier, so as to avoid night long dreams."

"This is it." Hearing Zheng Jie's kind reminder, Tang Yu nodded gratefully, and then looked at Zhong Liang: "Brother Zhong Liang, take me to the transfer." The transfer requires a real person to be present, and an ID card is required. go by oneself.

Zhong Liang froze. Although he wanted to deny it, there were police stations and reporters. He wanted to deny that it was worse for him. But how did he explain to Zhong Han that he had so much money for a meal last time and lost a facade this time? This is a godsend!

"Of course, I'm so likely to deny it! Go now, and you can follow along, and prove that my Zhong family is not a betrayal." Zhong Liang who climbed up was very righteous.

Ju Wei, on the other hand, temporarily dispelled Liu Xin's thoughts. He didn't want to be hit like that.

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"Quaner, how did Yu Longju practice? Show it to us." Mo Yu called Mo Kuan and Mo Long to his study and asked with concern.

"Okay, grandpa." Mo Kuan has been stepping up to practice "Yu Long Jue" recently. He heard Mo Yu's words and walked forward.

Standing solemnly, then one foot apart, the palms of the two hands turned gently around the front, then speeded up, and one palm hit.

"Grandpa, this is the effect of my first layer of practice." Mo Kuan took a step back, sighed and said.

"This is the first floor?" Mo Yu stared at Mo Long in amazement. "This is a bit like Tai Chi."

"Yeah, Dad and I feel like it, too," Mo Long said after frowning.

"Grandpa, I didn't practice it wrong. I did it according to the first layer of Yulongjue. I looked at the whole book. Yulongjue is actually a practice in the palm of the hand. The harder it gets, the more difficult it is. I opened the last one, and if I got to the last layer, it would be dazzling! "Mo Kuan said with some encouragement.

"Oh? This ... Well, Yu Longjue sounds amazing. It's incredible. You speed up and practice, and it's almost time to leave the presidential election." Mo Yu thought. At that time, if you send your grandson to be the chairman, all the shame of the Mos will be taken back!

"Well, grandpa, rest assured, I will definitely step up to practice." Mo Kuan nodded.