Chapter Four: Like a Painting

  Come on!

  With a steady step, both feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his right hand stretched out to grasp the robust man's. This kind of empty-handed wrist-grabbing was more strenuous than having a supporting point, but the advantage was that it could mobilize the strength of the whole body, from foot to hand, borrowing force to unload force.

  It's just a matter of strength, and the difference between the two can also be seen in cataracts and glaucoma. However, what people don't know is that Wen Ze has made some progress in learning internal martial arts, as long as his lower body is stable, his upper body can continuously replenish its power, and in terms of endurance, he is top-notch.

  "Down!" The strong man shouted loudly, the veins on his wrist and arm bulged out, his face also turned bright red in an instant, it was clear that he wanted to break through with one blow.

  Wen Cheng only felt a huge compressive force transmitted from his hand, along the fingers and wrist, spreading rapidly throughout his right hand like an electric current, becoming both painful and numb, almost unable to exert any strength. His face also changed in an instant from white to green, then red, and finally became ashen gray, as if covered with a thick layer of plaster powder.

  "Good!" Red Monkey and Hou Qiang immediately applauded and shouted "good", Mu Shan Mountain said in a gloomy tone: "Brave man, disable his hand, the reward will be doubled!" Of course, this disable didn't mean to make his hand disabled, he was thinking about it, but the brave man wasn't Dongfang Bubai after all. Mu Shan Mountain's intention was to let him use his greatest strength, so that Wen Jian's hand would hurt for a week or two, which would be considered successful. Having learned from the previous lesson of Left Rain Creek's slap, Mu Shan Mountain didn't want things to get too big now. What he wanted to do was to torment Wen Jian both spiritually and physically, so he proposed the bet that whoever lost had to call the other "grandfather". Beating someone must be done on the face, this was an unquestionable creed!

  Wen Qian let out a low cry, and the bitter training of two months finally paid off. His feet pressed down and then withdrew, his right hand standing steadily in mid-air, not collapsing under the powerful blow from the burly man.

  Zhuang Han was shocked, he never thought that his unbeatable killing technique would not overwhelm this weak-looking kid. Remembering Mu Shanshan's promise, he felt a surge of anxiety and recklessly took a wrong step, twisting his waist and using all his strength to press down with the force of Mount Tai.

  The crowd's booing and whistling started again, is this still a fair match? This is obviously taking advantage of physical strength and force to bully others, but the rules are always in favor of the majority. Mu Shan didn't speak up, no one dared to say it was unfair, at most you can just tolerate it like Wen Jian.

  Wen Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that the opportunity had arrived. Taking advantage of the burly man's unstable footing, he lightly pulled his right hand back and then suddenly applied force in the opposite direction. This move was the culmination of two months of bitter practice, as well as a concentrated counterattack with all his might. The burly man was pouring all his strength into Wen Qian's right hand, but unexpectedly, Wen Qian pulled it back, causing the burly man's entire body to lose its balance and stumble forward due to inertia. A massive force suddenly emerged, and the burly man's right hand involuntarily drew an arc, heavily striking his own chest. In that instant, he was like a car hit by a speeding train, his body going limp as he slipped and fell to the ground.

  To onlookers, the strong man used all his might to fight Wen Qian with one hand, but was effortlessly swatted away by a casual swing of his arm, sending him tumbling to the ground. The disparity in strength is too embarrassing to mention. Especially since Hei Hong Hou had been boasting just moments before, and Mu Shan Shan had been goading him on the battlefield, their words still ringing in the air. But the outcome was so humiliating that it didn't even qualify as a slap in the face - what should it be called?

  If it were in the internet age, many people would simultaneously think: Isn't this just pretending to be a B, but actually being an S.B?

  Zhuang Han got up, with no face to meet Mu Shan's astonished expression, and hid behind the crowd with a shameful face. As for the prize money, it was naturally not mentioned again.

  Wen Ze patted his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and his disdainful attitude was evident. He lazily chatted with Mu Shan, if there were fewer people, he wouldn't mind saying a few harsh words to express his contempt, but now with so many people around, speaking foul language like his opponent would only lower his own level!

  "Light has the power, but it's useless. This round is for table tennis, Liang Bo, you're up." Mu Shanshan's eyes were spitting fire, and Wen Jian was even more calm and composed, which made him even angrier.

  A boy wearing glasses stood up and responded loudly, waving his hand at Wen Qian and saying, "11 to 0!"

  A senior high school student exclaimed in surprise, and someone next to him asked curiously: "What's going on, is Liang Bo very powerful?"

  "Liang Bo, you don't know? Brother, you're new here, right? Old Liang is a celebrity in high school, one swing of his racket swept through Qingyi Middle School, he's our famous ball tyrant! What, you don't even understand what 'ball tyrant' means? It's someone who dominates the court and never leaves... an emperor!"

  Table tennis was extremely popular in high school in the early 90s. Every time there was a class break or after school, except for the basketball court, the most lively place was the table tennis court. Qingyi Middle School specially built nearly 30 table tennis tables on the edge of the playground, but they were still in short supply. Often when two people played, there would be over a dozen people waiting in line next to them. As a result, a mode of play emerged: "zhuo zhuang" (sitting at the table)! That is, an 11-point game system, where two people compete, and whoever loses steps down, while the next player in line gets on. Of course, to avoid some novices from getting mixed up, before getting on the table, one had to take a test. The "emperor" at the table would serve first, and only if you won could you start playing.

  All these have created a table tennis culture in Qingyi Middle School. Unfortunately, with the impact of the Internet in the new century, this culture gradually disappeared.

  Wen Qian smiled and took the racket from him, thinking that back in the day when he and Tan Yu were partners sweeping through the university sports halls, these guys must have forgotten how to hold a racket. Especially now, with their physical coordination, control, eyesight, and speed being worlds apart, not to mention other things, at this moment in Qingyi Middle School, even the most NB ball tyrants wouldn't be taken seriously, so...

  The ending was already predetermined.

  11-0, the eye-prediction was quite accurate, but miscalculated the outcome. Warm and unpredictable returns, clean and neat swings, colorful and stylish spikes, just used three minutes to finish this game!

  That high school student rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his mouth agape as if he could swallow a penguin. The classmate who had been fooled by him for half the day poked him and said: "Dude, is this the emperor who occupies the table and never gets down? Is it dog skin plaster or what, stuck to the bottom and can't get down?"

  When these words reached the ears of others, a burst of snickering laughter erupted. The people have always sympathized with the weak, especially when Wen Jian was not favored and turned the tables with absolute advantage, which won everyone's unanimous approval. Although they didn't dare to openly support him, laughing a few times to add some momentum for Mu Shanshan was still possible.

  11 to 0, an utterly embarrassing score, Liang Bo looked like he was on the verge of death. He had never thought that he could lose so thoroughly, especially with Mu Shan's face looking like it was about to explode, which made him even more depressed. As for the reward, forget it. He didn't have time to care about others' ridicule either. Now his only hope was: please don't let Mu Shan bear a grudge against him... He had friends who mixed with Mu Shan's circle and knew better than anyone else how ruthless he could be.

  Mu Shanshan's face turned green with rage, his eyes didn't dare to look up, and he slipped away to find comfort from the strong man. Wen Jian threw down his fan and walked in front of Mu Shanshan, admiring his expression, and said lightly: "Youngster, three wins and two losses, kowtow and call me grandpa!"

  Mu Shan's eyes stared fiercely at Wen Qian, his rough face almost touching Wen Qian's nose. After a long while, he spat out two words: "Not counted!"

  Wen Qiang burst out laughing, took a few steps back and pointed at him, laughing: "A rookie is always a rookie, dog meat will never be on the stage... Alright, let's settle this once and for all, just as you said, bullfighting, one-on-one!"

  Mu Shan was shocked by Wen Qian's performance in the last two games, his eyes rolled around and said: "One-on-one can't see the skills, if you have the ability let's 3v3!"

  He was stared at coldly by Wen Qing, and even if Mu Shan had no shame left, he knew that his repeated outbursts today were all nonsense, and he had already lost all face. He said recklessly, "What, are you scared?"

  "Alright, I'll take a step back, let's play 3v3. But I don't have teammates now, one week later, still here, I'm waiting for you to call me grandpa!"

  Mushan Mountain is not yielding to anyone, and with a fierce tone, he says: "Grandfather is waiting for you!"

  He didn't believe that a middle school student who was once timid and looked down upon, could in just one week's time, find teammates to work with, it was almost an impossible task!

  Basketball is not an individual sport.

  Mu Shan and his men swaggered away with their tails held high, as arrogant as ever. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they had won a great victory.

  The crowd of onlookers, either excited or bored, gradually dispersed. Wen Qiang turned around and saw two people standing shoulder to shoulder at the top of the stairs by the playground. Their skirts were fluttering in the wind, a young man in white clothes, with the sunset shining from behind them, casting a warm glow that made the pair look like divine companions, as beautiful as a painting.

  Ji Su, Gu Wen Yuan.

  Forever the most attractive combination of this era, none surpasses it!

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