Kickback (Part 2)

  "Five seconds?"

  That/ "The Matrix" (1999)

  Wang Jian is very arrogant, and he absolutely belongs to the kind of person who doesn't understand humility. Although he's not a complete idiot, if someone were to hand him an opportunity on a silver platter, he would definitely become an overbearing tyrant.

  "Come on, senior!"

  That little kid in the team, one by one, those small girls with infatuated faces were adding oil for their senior brother, while Wang Jian's natural second was also adding oil for Wang Jian like a child competing.

  Wang Jian didn't say a word, he just opened the door and led everyone into the martial arts hall. After turning on the lights, even he himself was shocked. In just a few short days, what was originally a rough storage room had transformed into a small but elegant dojo. A wooden floor mat, various wooden stakes and plum blossom stakes were placed in the corners, and a fish tank hung on the wall, although there were no fish inside yet.

  Wang Jian took a deep breath of the remaining paint smell in the house, which was quite satisfying. He really didn't expect that Xu Hu would turn out to be a rough but refined person, who could make it look so decent and cost-effective within the limited budget.

  "Are you ready?" The young man, seeing Wang Jian sizing up the room, had a surge of anger and his tone became even more arrogant: "Remember, my name is Zhang Weiye. If you lose, take off your signboard honestly and sell beef here."

  When he spoke, there was a suspicion of deliberately showing off, which caused his cheerleading team to erupt in cheers. However, just as the cheering started, the bald-headed gang suddenly let out a neat hiss, directly silencing the other side and leaving only Zhang Weiye's loyal little sister still shouting.

  Wang Jian just smiled, took off his shoes, walked to the middle, and buttoned up the collar of his shirt.

  "This is actually a weird phrase from 56 Bookstore: 'Stand up!'"

  Zhang Weiye's mind was all blurry, but after hearing Wang Jian's words, he shook and stood up.

  "A bottle of water."

  Taking the water handed over by Xu Hu, Wang Jian pried open Zhang Weiye's mouth and poured it in, while Zhang Weiye was also drinking big gulps. After drinking the water, he slightly recovered some physical strength, standing there swaying and panting heavily.

  "Do you know why I'm telling you all this?"

  Wang Jian finally let go of Zhang Weiye, pushing him onto the cushion, and he fell down with a thud. He couldn't struggle up again.

  "Although I don't know you, I think you're a good seed for learning martial arts. No matter what you learn, if you want to go further, you'll have to suffer ten times more than this."

  Zhang Weiye lay there, muttering in his mouth: "Know... know."

  He finished speaking, Wang Jian smiled and nodded at his entourage: "Take him away, come visit when you have time."

  As soon as the words fell, those cheerleaders swarmed up, some holding arms and others lifting legs, and they carried Zhang Weiye out like this. And his little junior sister was still glaring at Wang Jian with a deadly gaze when she left the door, her expression extremely resentful.

  "I wish I had a little junior sister like that... " Wang Jian saw them off, muttering to himself: "What a pity... what a pity..."

  At this moment, all the little lights suddenly rushed up, and more than a dozen people directly carried Wang Jian, who weighed over 300 pounds, and cheered to the sky.

  After all, in their opinion, Wang Jian can be considered to have severely tortured that young boy who kicked the hall and vented his anger. This face is worth a lot!

  Looking at Wang Jian and the others in a mess, Jin Huiming's eyes suddenly became brighter. Looking at Tianran Er beside her: "I only feel not so desperate when I'm with him."

  "Huh?" The natural mist suddenly condensed into a fog.

  "Nothing. You won't understand." Jin Huiming sighed: "If you compete with me for him, you are my enemy."

  "Huh?!" Tian Ran blinked her big eyes: "What what?"

  "Nothing..." Jin Huiming gave Tian Ran'er a strange look: "Wang Jian is mine!"

  "Why?"

  "Because... because..." Jin Huiming frowned: "What's it to you."

  "Can he still make me leek pancakes?"

  "No!"

  "It can't be him, he can't be yours!"

  "Let's see who will win in the end, I'm just a little over 14 years old, do you have that much time to waste, old lady."

  "I can live up to 104 years old." Tian Ran Er suddenly laughed very ridiculously: "Foolish people will die much later than smart people."

  "You..." Jin Huiming furrowed her brow: "Why? He's not suitable for you, you can find someone better."

  Tianran was silent for a long time, and then she suddenly started daydreaming... This made Jin Huiming laugh and cry at the same time. Just as Jin Huiming was about to give up communicating with her, she suddenly widened her eyes:

  "I like eating the scallion pancakes he makes."

  "But I like him as a whole person, can't you just give him to me?"

  "Is there a difference?"

  Yes... This is a philosophical proposition, even the clever Jin Huiming couldn't answer Tianran Er's question for a while, and Tianran Er took advantage of this opportunity to run to the other side with small steps, far away from Jin Huiming...

  When Wang Jian and others had made enough noise, he walked to Tian Ran's side: "You didn't eat enough tonight, did you? Later when we go back I'll treat you to some fried pancakes."

  "Great, great!" Tianran applauded and then unexpectedly pulled out her own fragrant handkerchief to gently wipe the sweat for Wang Jian, causing the surrounding crowd of little rascals to go wild with cheers, even making Wang Jian's face turn a bit red...

  As for Jin Huiming... she could only stomp her feet in frustration, hating that at the age of 27, she couldn't confront him head-on... This was also the first time she felt a strong sense of crisis as a small pervert.

  "Hey, what are you doing?" Wang Jian walked up to her and pinched her face from both sides: "What was that look just now?"

  Jin Huiming puffed out her cheeks, looking unhappy: "Go keep your lovely French princess company, what's it got to do with me."

  Wang Jian uttered an "oh" and turned around to leave...

  "Hey! Don't go, don't go......" Jin Huiming hastily chased after him, grasping Wang Jian's hand and scolding: "How could you leave me behind all alone!"

  Wang Jian tilted his head and looked at him, with a smile: "I'm stupid."

  "Damn it..." Jin Huiming muttered to himself, then punched Wang Jian: "You're so stupid! Are you kidding me?"

  "You have to call me teacher." Wang Jian patted Jin Huiming's head: "I'm just your teacher."

  "It doesn't matter, you can be whatever you want, anyway, it's my business what I think of you." Jin Huiming revealed a ruthless expression: "If one day you abandon me, I'll drag you down with me to the depths of hell."

  "One day you will soar high." Wang Jian burst out laughing: "By then you won't even remember who I am."

  Just as Wang Jian and Jin Huiming were arguing, Wang Jian's phone rang. He picked it up to find an unfamiliar number.

  "Hello?"

  "King... teacher?" Inside was a middle-aged woman's crying voice: "I... I am Zhang Manting's mother, she... she is lost."

  Wang Jian was taken aback: "Lost? Don't worry, I'll be right there!"

  Combined edition, too lazy to split chapters. The promised amount will not be discounted, so brothers! Come on. Two hundred and forty votes still add more (..)