HCB Chapter 8 Zhou Xing's Feelings
Chapter 8 Zhou Xing's Feelings
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Ma Cong followed Li Ming to the back row of the classroom, near the window.
He put down his schoolbag, looked up, and was stunned for a moment.
His deskmate was none other than Zhou Xing.
The school randomly shuffles the seats every semester, but for two whole years, from his first year of high school to his third, she was always his deskmate.
Ma Cong turned his head and glanced at Li Ming, who was still winking and making faces at him. An idea popped into his head.
If this kid hadn't been pulling strings behind the scenes, he would have written his name backwards.
He wasn't completely oblivious to Zhou Xing's feelings; he could sense them to some extent.
He just hadn't thought about these things before.
His parents were both long-haul truck drivers from the countryside. They worked hard to raise him, hoping he would make something of himself.
As for Zhou Xing, I heard that his family owns a factory and has assets worth tens of millions.
The two families were worlds apart in terms of financial situation.
In the past, Ma Cong devoted himself to practicing boxing and studying. Feeling that he could not offer anything to others, he pretended not to know anything.
But things are different now.
He has already become a Ming Jin martial artist, and his body and mind have undergone a complete transformation.
Money was no longer an insurmountable barrier in his eyes.
He stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer.
"when."
The backpack bumped into a hard object.
He reached out and pulled out a pink, rather exquisite insulated food container.
He was not surprised by this.
Ever since that fight in his first year of high school, his drawer has never been empty. Every day, classmates from who-knows-which class would stuff breakfasts, snacks, and even love letters into it.
Although I had eaten two large meat buns before leaving home in the morning, martial arts practitioners consume a lot of energy and blood, and their appetite far exceeds that of ordinary people.
He was a little hungry right now.
Without thinking twice, he unscrewed the lid of the food container.
Inside was steaming millet porridge and several plump, white custard buns.
Ma Cong picked up one and finished it in a few bites, then picked up the food box and gulped down his porridge.
By the window at the other end of the classroom.
Zhou Xing watched as Ma Cong ate the breakfast he had made himself clean, her pretty face filled with undisguised joy and satisfaction.
Her best friend Zhang Li, who was standing next to her, sighed helplessly.
"My dear lady, you've been delivering breakfast to me for two years now, and I haven't even said thank you. Are you really that happy?"
"I'm happy if he eats it," Zhou Xing said softly.
Zhang Li poked her forehead in exasperation, feeling anxious about the lack of progress in their relationship.
Just then, a boy who was scrolling through his phone in the classroom suddenly jumped up from his seat.
"Holy crap! Guys, look at Douyin! It's all Cong Ge's videos!"
His shout drew the attention of the entire class.
"What the heck? Brother Cong is doing 'Douyin' (a type of Chinese internet slang for comedy)?"
"That can't be right. I've been following him for two years, and his profile is always empty."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and search! Search for Ma Cong!"
The students all took out their phones and curiously opened Douyin.
They had never heard of Ma Cong playing this before and were all curious to see what it was all about.
next second.
"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!"
"This...this is Brother Cong?!"
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.
The phone screen was playing a video of Ma Cong at the Lion Boxing Gym.
......
Zhou Xing stared at his phone, his heart clenching.
On the phone screen, Ma Cong's figure was as fierce as a dragon and as powerful as a tiger, but what she saw was the fierce attack of the four professional boxers and the cold, hard cement wall.
Will he get hurt?
Wouldn't he be afraid in front of so many adults?
Zhang Li, who was standing next to her, was still excitedly analyzing the angle and power of Ma Cong's punch, but Zhou Xing couldn't hear a word of it.
Her mind was filled with the image of Ma Cong being injured.
On the other side, Ma Cong finally finished watching those viral videos on Li Ming's phone.
He himself was somewhat surprised.
Unexpectedly, someone in the boxing gym recorded a video that day and posted it online.
Has she become an internet celebrity?
The thought flashed through his mind for a moment before he dismissed it.
It doesn't matter.
A master of martial arts should naturally stand out from the crowd.
Hiding one's head and revealing one's tail is not called inheritance, it's called waiting to die.
He wanted everyone to see that Chinese martial arts are effective, and very effective!
Just then, a cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind.
[Host prestige detected as increased; continuous challenge mission triggered.]
[Mission Description: The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current. The host must constantly challenge the strong, using battle to hone their skills, in order to reach the pinnacle.]
[Mission Objective: Defeat an opponent with strength and a certain level of social prestige to earn 1 upgrade point.]
Upgrade Points!
Ma Cong's spirits lifted.
This was practically tailor-made for him.
He originally intended to become the "Number One in the World" by constantly seeking out strong opponents to spar with and accumulate practical experience.
Now the system has turned this into a quantifiable upgrade task, which is double the joy.
Real-world experience is the only path to the top.
"Brother Cong, you're awesome!"
Li Ming retrieved his phone, his face still showing shock.
"That move, was it the legendary Bajiquan 'Mountain-Leaning' technique? It knocked the wall down!"
Ma Cong nodded.
"Brother Cong, can you teach me?"
Li Ming rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation, "I want to learn Bajiquan too, it's so damn cool!"
Ma Cong glanced at him and said, "Nine out of ten of the martial arts circulating outside these days are just for show."
"The true tradition of Chinese martial arts is characterized by unique breathing and energy management techniques for every move and stance."
"Without these, it's just a set of calisthenics."
"This is one of the reasons why there are fewer and fewer true inheritors of traditional Chinese martial arts."
Li Ming was stunned, feeling as if he had opened the door to a new world.
"Then I'm even more determined to learn! Brother Cong, please take me as your apprentice!"
Ma Cong shook his head.
"Martial arts training requires building up your muscles and bones from a young age, and the best age is two or three years old. You've already missed that."
His words were very direct, without any euphemism.
The excitement on Li Ming's face visibly vanished, like a deflated balloon.
Although he was disappointed, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind.
It was a summer during his second year of high school. He went to find Ma Cong and accidentally stumbled upon Ma Cong practicing martial arts in the grove behind the school.
The boy, shirtless, repeatedly rubbed and stirred his hands in a basin of black iron sand.
Those hands were a bloody mess.
He was so frightened he almost screamed.
Practicing martial arts... it turns out to be such a terrifying thing.
Li Ming shuddered, instantly banishing the idea of learning martial arts from his mind.
Forget it, with my small frame, I'd better just stick to studying.
The world of martial arts masters is not something we mere mortals can meddle in.
The school bell rang, and the noisy campus gradually quieted down.
Outside the gate of Jincheng No. 16 Middle School, in a secluded alley.
Several young people dressed in flashy clothes were squatting in the corner smoking.
A guy with dyed yellow hair handed a phone to one of his underlings.
"Look closely, did this kid go back to school today?"
Huang Mao's real name is Sun Niu, and he's the leader of a local thug.
Two years ago, some of his underlings caused trouble at the entrance of No. 16 Middle School and were beaten up by a freshman. That person was Ma Cong.