One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Chapter 119: Unlucky Fat Dragon

The next day.

The Luotian Dajiao competition is coming to an end.

There are only two matches left, Zhang Chulan versus Qin Shiyue.

The winner of the first game will face Zhang Lingyu, who advanced by a bye.

No matter which battle it is, these two are both hot favorites!

However, most people speculated that Qin Shiyue would eventually advance and then have a peak showdown with Zhang Lingyu.

Only a very few people knew that Qin Shiyue had already given up the competition and was drinking tea in Feng Zhenghao's lounge.

Even Zhang Lingyu felt so. He was now fully prepared.

Zhang Lingyu sat in the audience, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit!

He wants to avenge his shame!

On the other side of the audience seats, Fei Long got the money from nowhere and opened the perimeter again.

This time, everyone who wants to deposit money has to pay a 10% deposit.

"Fei Long, you are such a guy, you really don't mind eating a hundred beans! And you dare to open a peripheral?"

Feng Xingtong, who knew a little bit about the inside story, looked at Feilong with pity and spoke.

"Why not open it? It's a sure win this time! Last time was just an accident. If it wasn't for that guy Bao Zheng, I would have achieved financial freedom last time!"

Feilong looked at Feng Xingtong and said as if to say, "You kid don't understand at all."

"Alas~ Good words cannot persuade a damned ghost, just do whatever you want, I hope you won't regret it."

Feng Xingtong sighed, looked at Feilong with pity, and walked away.

"Tsk! A man can't get rich without unexpected fortune, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. If you don't even do something to make money for free, I think you are the one who deserves to die!"

Fei Long rolled his eyes in disdain, treating Feng Xingtong's words as if the other party was jealous of his ability to open the periphery.

"Fatty, I advise you to be more cautious. If something unexpected happens again this time, I'm afraid you will have to use all your income for the next two years to pay back the debt."

Wang Ergou came up at this moment and persuaded with a frown.

"Er Gou, have you ever lost in all these years? In this regard, I'm not saying I'm always successful, but I'm almost there! If Zhang Chulan and Bao Zheng fight, you can tell with your ass that Bao Zheng will definitely win! How can Zhang Chulan beat him? Opportunities like this are rare! You'd be a fool not to seize them."

Feilong patted Wang Ergou on the shoulder, his fat face full of confidence.

"Okay, okay, okay, I can't argue with you! Just don't forget to pay back the money when the time comes. Forget about the interest, as long as you can pay back the principal."

"Look at you! My fat master is always spitting and nailing, and when the time comes, I will definitely..."

"Canglong, you're open again. I'm betting thirty thousand dollars that Master Baozheng will win within ten minutes. There's still three thousand in deposit."

Feilong was still patting his chest to make a promise when someone came up to him. They started looking for Feilong to bet on the periphery. Feilong immediately smiled and took the money and gave the ticket, not caring about Wang Ergou beside him.

"Ah~"

When Wang Ergou saw Fei Long like this, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, then went to find his friends from the Lu family.

As more and more people came, the entire auditorium was filled.

At this time, Zhang Chulan walked over first. As soon as he appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It's not just because he's a contestant.

It’s also because of his face that looks like an ink painting.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Chulan was shocked by his own appearance.

Purple almost became the main color of his skin. If the old Taoist priest had not helped him to eliminate most of the injuries yesterday, his face would probably be so swollen that he could hardly open his eyes.

"Oh my god, what has Zhang Chulan been through? How did he become like this?"

"Do you think he went to attack Master Baozheng in the middle of the night? In the end, he lost more than he gained!"

"I think it's possible! There's nothing this guy can't do. He's not a jerk, and he's invisible and shameless. How can he be called that for nothing?"

"If that's the case, then it's interesting. A second beating, but Zhang Chulan didn't deserve it at all. If the conditions allowed, I would have given him two beatings."

.......

The audience kept commenting on Zhang Chulan, with different expressions, but the vast majority were ridiculing and mocking him.

Zhang Chulan turned a blind eye to all of this. Some gossip could not hurt him at all. If it was not necessary for him to be there, Zhang Chulan probably would not have appeared on the field.

"Luotian Dajiao semi-finals! Zhang Chulan vs. Bao Zheng! Both players please enter!"

The referee walked up to the podium and shouted loudly as usual.

But apart from Zhang Chulan, no one else set foot on the playing field. Zhang Chulan silently lit a cigarette, smoking it while waiting for the final result.

"Please invite contestant Bao Zheng to enter the venue! Is Bao Zheng here? Is Bao Zheng here? If you don't show up again, you will be automatically deemed to have forfeited!"

The referee yelled.

Everyone's eyes were on the entrance gate on Qin Shiyue's side.

Everyone’s expression is wonderful at this moment, and Feilong’s expression is even more so!

He prayed with his hands. At this moment, he hoped very much that Qin Shiyue must come.

Otherwise, his business would be a joke. A lot of the money he got now came with interest. If he failed, he would have to pay back the principal.

You still have to pay a lot of interest.

"Monk Baozheng is absent for no reason, Zhang Chulan wins the semi-finals!"

Seeing that Qin Shiyue never showed up, the referee could only announce Zhang Chulan's victory.

"Nimma! That's not right! There's something fishy going on!"

"Shady! Shady!"

.......

No one knew who was the first to shout, but everyone followed suit.

"Please don't get excited. There is absolutely no shady plot in the Luotian Grand Ceremony. If you want to know why Monk Baozheng was absent, you can find out for yourself."

Rong Shan stood up at this moment and spoke with a serious expression.

After saying this, he waved his hand, and the referees from Longhu Mountain dispersed.

"Zhang Chulan! What on earth did you do?!"

The angry audience began to yell at Zhang Chulan.

However, Zhang Chulan had no intention of paying any attention to these people and just left.

Zhang Lingyu sat on the field in a daze, his eyes fixed, as if he had lost his soul.

But Feilong was in a bad mood at the moment. Countless people asked Feilong to return their money and the deposit.

They all said that there was something fishy going on in the competition and that the money must be returned. It was hard to offend the public, and Fei Long couldn't afford to offend so many people, so he had no choice but to return the money to settle the matter.

Feilong almost walked out of the stadium crying.

He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Little Vulcan: "Little Vulcan, I can return your principal directly. Can we not count the interest?"

Little Vulcan: "Ah? I don't know. Master Baozheng borrowed money from you using my phone. You can tell him when the time comes."

"Fuck!!!"

When Feilong saw the message, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.