
Chapter 8's
At this moment, a short-haired young lady entered the Boxing School. The woman had a beautiful and delicate face. He was wearing a dark blue sports suit and had a black backpack. It is about 1.65 meters high. One could tell she had a great body shape even in sportswear.
That woman was Zhao Xiaoyu, Zhao Fengyang's younger brother. He was twenty years old. He was a junior at Xiangcheng University, and majored in Computing.
no one dared to look down on him as a fist artist. Among everyone in the Boxing School, no one could defeat him except his brother, Zhao Fengyang. The moment Zhao Xiaoyu appeared, the students immediately gathered around her and spoke to her.
“Xiaoyu, you look prettier today.”
“Xiaoyu, will you practice boxing today?”
“Xiaoyu, let's have a contest.”
Faced with the flattering disciples, Zhao Xiaoyu smiled and said, “OK. If you are not afraid of being beaten by me, come and fight with me.”
“Xiaoyu, you are very confident!”
“Xiaoyu, come.”
The students continued to flatter Zhao Xiaoyu.
Song Yan did not join them because Zhao Xiaoyu seemed to have a grudge against her. He had always held back when he fought with other students; but when he fought with Song Yan, he never showed any mercy. Song Yan wondered if there was any hostility between them in her previous life.
“Who's first?” Zhao Xiaoyu jumped into the boxing ring and shouted to the students.
“I'll come first.” A tall and strong student jumped into the ring. These students were all pitiful as they liked to be beaten up by Zhao Xiaoyu.
In five moves, the student was unable to block Zhao Xiaoyu's attack. Zhao Xiaoyu kicked him out of the ring.
“There are others?” Zhao Xiaoyu stood on the ring and shouted proudly as she swept over the students.
“Let me exchange blows with you, Xiaoyu.” Another student jumped into the ring, but he was ejected from the ring in three moves.
The other six students came to the ring one after another, but were easily defeated by Zhao Xiaoyu. Zhao Xiaoyu did not even sweat after defeating the eight students. She is a strong woman. Song Yan had already predicted the result at the beginning, so she did not pay much attention to it. The equipment in the Boxing School was useless to him now. He had promised Li Lei to play the game Creation in an Internet bar.So he planned to change his clothes and leave the Boxing School.
“Song Yan, let's have a contest.” Zhao Xiaoyu raised her index finger and spoke to Song Yan cynically.
Song Yan was about to reject her because she had been beaten by him several times. But then he realized he was much stronger now. He was not at all afraid of Zhao Xiaoyu.
“Good!” Song Yan nodded and smiled. He slowly walked towards the ring.
Zhao Xiaoyu was surprised that Song Yan agreed with her suggestion. He had defeated Song Yan a few times before, and then Song Yan had always rejected him from then on. Is he out of his mind today?
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's surprised look, Song Yan smiled viciously secretly, “Zhao Xiaoyu, I am not the person I used to be. Let me teach you a lesson today.”