Chapter 244 Zhou Chengyi was angry and rushed to the championship

The square in front of the gymnasium is quite large. Because it is because the new students start school, many clubs of all sizes are busy recruiting new jobs.

The clubs in colleges are usually not very eye-catching, but whenever the freshmen start school, they always spring up like mushrooms after a rain. From drama clubs, work-study clubs, basketball associations, football associations, calligraphy and painting clubs, and hand-communities. Anyway, as long as you can find three or five people who are interested in one thing at the same time and maintain a high level of political awareness, you can establish a club and become a big and small official.

The Taekwondo Association and the association that emerged later, which claimed to major in karate, are also a popular type of association in universities.

The other associations in the square were obviously fewer than those standing here by Zhou Cheng, and there were only a few people. The shout from the karate master immediately attracted almost all those who were preparing to sign up for other associations.

Chinese people still love watching the fun.

"I have to take a look at this collision between the Japanese and Koreans!"

"Don't squeeze. Yes, Mr. Kim Woo-chul seems that I admire Korean rain the most, I support Taekwondo. Oh, which pervert just pushed me..."

"It's better for Japan. My mp3 is made in Japan, the digital camera is also in Japan, the psp machine is also in Japan, and the Japanese things are good. I support karate!"

"Damn, I have to sign up to learn the same thing. Whether it is Taekwondo or Karate, I will fight. Whoever wins will win will be the same!" The shout was vicious enough and immediately resonated with the people around me.

"Fight, beat, beat..."

Chinese students were clamoring below, yelling to see if the two sides were at a higher level. Those who stood on the steps could naturally understand it. This was related to the reputation of the martial arts school in the future, and the two sides were afraid that they would not be able to fight.

Jin Youzhe looked at the dozens or hundreds of people in the square under the steps, then looked at the people behind him, and then said to the Japanese who had just come out to provoke him: "The fourth section of Karate Black Belt, what's so great? I also have the fourth section of Taekwondo. The Japanese are domineering and want to steal our Bamboo Island. Today I will teach you a good lesson!"

After saying that, he walked into the gymnasium with a few entourages behind him who were obviously not students, and there were several large training rooms he rented in advance. A middle-aged man wearing Taekwondo Red and Black Section, which was a level one level lower than the Black Section, immediately followed Jin Youzhe and whispered something.

"Tada-kun!..."

The karate president, a entourage wearing a karate tea suit, whispered a few words in his ear. The president named Takeda nodded and followed in with a serious expression. The entourage behind him also hurriedly followed.

Although Zhou Cheng stood far below, his current strength was a great success in the incarnation period and was about to enter the return period. Naturally, he saw some tricks in secretly making these Koreans and Japanese people, and also heard them in his ears.

He heard clearly just now:

"Master Jin, you have to be careful. That person's strength is not inferior to you. Especially the entourage behind him, his strength is far higher than the strength represented by the clothes they wear! Although the same is true for us, we should be careful."

"Young Master Takeda. The one with the surname Jin is nothing scary. The warrior's eyes tell me that the so-called Taekwondo red and black sections behind him are the real masters, and Takeda must be careful!"

Zhou Cheng was very curious about the Japanese and Koreans who suddenly ran to Sichuan University to study abroad, and even shouted that they wanted to establish a martial arts school. They had never seen them work so hard to promote national culture before. Now, they are not only promoting with great fanfare, but also doing good things to send Chinese people to Japan and South Korea for free to study.

If there were no tricks here, Zhou Cheng would not believe it even if he beaten to death. He vaguely felt that things were not as simple as the two so-called presidents said.

You know, if the fox wanted to trick the meat in the bird's mouth, he sang a nice song first.

After exploring his spiritual sense, although Zhou Cheng was not very clear about the division of strength between Taekwondo and Karate, he knew that Takeda and Kim Toshe were indeed very average in strength. Perhaps they were masters of Taekwondo or Karate Black Belt No. 4, but compared to the people behind the two, their strength was really not worthy of carrying shoes.

Zhou Cheng estimated that if I divided it with my strength level of five to one or higher, Takeda and Kim Tomoto-tzero's minions would at least reach the seventh section of Taekwondo, or the seventh section of Karate, or even the eighth section of the same.

Of course, for karate, the strength of the black belt above the fourth stage of the black belt must also be considered. The contribution to the entire karate can only be about the same level, and it may not be given a black belt.

Zhou Chengru wondered, these people made a lot of magical and mysterious, and a group of experts could walk around in a university with a so-called international student. I am afraid that some officials in the school have opened many back doors.

Today I want to see what is exciting when the collision of civilization is achieved with fists and thighs.

Zhou Cheng was about to enter, but he looked at the Chinese Traditional Martial Arts Club in surprise. When he heard it carefully, he found a different place. There were two people tugging and whispering something.

"Brother, you can't go in! Dad said that asking you to run this traditional martial arts club is the greatest tolerance for you at home."

A girl with long hair wearing Li Ning's sportswear tightly pulled a boy with a heroic look on her face. It seemed that she was about a sophomore.

"Little sister, let me go. I just want to go in and take a look."

"Brother, look at the protruding blood vessels on your arm and want to lie to me. I tell you, don't think about going in."

"Little sister, let go. Brother asked you to go to KFC a few times. Don't like it? Then buy you more beautiful clothes. You have a lot of them? Please, don't bother me all day long. I am a human, not a pet you keep!"

"Brother, I'm for your own good. My father and mother have said long ago that you are so young and don't learn martial arts well, so you can't be too arrogant. What can you do if you win if you win? No one has signed up for our ancient martial arts club."

"Chen Xiaoshi, I warn you not to say that I am young anymore! Grandfather killed dozens of Japanese devils when I was so old."

"Chen Jiaju, I also warn you, don't say that I didn't remind you. If something happens, my dad and the others have a hundred ways to make you regret it! Humph!"

"This... I'll send a flyer."

The student named Chen Jiaju hesitated for a long time but surrendered. After taking a handful of flyers, he started to send out randomly.

"Is that right? Brother, fight for a short time and fight for a long time. Remember my mother's words for me! I'm always implicated by you, a naughty boy!"

When the student named Chen Jiaju heard that his younger sister was provoking him again, she could no longer help but throw down the flyer and ran to the gymnasium, saying as she ran:

"Little sister, I've decided. If I cause trouble, I won't go home and go to my grandfather's house in the future."

"Brother, brother... Chen Jiaju died. Oh, I'll go there once. I haven't seen me hit someone for a long time. This time I pretended not to see me!" After Chen Xiaoshi said that, she left a man in glasses to watch the table and chairs and ran in.

Zhou Cheng smiled faintly, looked at the two young people running past him, and followed in a few steps. Many people also heard the news and ran into it. After all, it was a good show, and it was still free. A few people were still thinking viciously. It would be better for the Japanese and Koreans to fight both sides, and it would be better to have something like this and that.

Following the jubilant voice, Zhou Cheng walked into the first floor sports room A. He saw Kim To-tzero and Takeda standing together with glaring. The venue in the middle of the huge training room was empty, and more than a hundred spectators surrounded him. Both of them changed into taekwondo and karate military uniforms, and exaggeratedly printed the logo of their own country. It seems that it is really a collision of fists and feet, and a collision of civilizations!

"Tada, right? I have always heard that karate masters have emerged for a while, but unfortunately I can only fight today. I don't let me down. Although our Taekwondo in Greater Korea is a bit powerful, I still have the demeanor of warriors. If you can't stand it, you can call for surrender without raising your hand. Our Greater Korea is a country with grace."

Kim Yo-chul still had a Korean smile on his face, which immediately caused a scream among the girls among the hundreds of bystanders. There was no way, and he watched too many Korean dramas and formed a conditioned reflex.

Zhou Cheng often heard the name of Big South Korea, and he used to think it was a rumor online. Today, when he heard the little face Kim Youchol say it with his own ears, he almost laughed. Big South Korea is so big.

Takeda was not outdone, so he signed a competition agreement in his hand and handed it to the gymnasium management teacher who was standing nervously next to him. Both of them had signed the letters at home. The physical education teacher left. Anyway, he had many benefits, and some things were going through the motions, that is, as for whom he beat him to death, he had this signature, and it had nothing to do with him.

"Big Korea! I want to see if we meet our Great Japanese Empire, can we still become bigger!"

"Protest, I protest against you promoting the sentiment of great nationalism!" A student with glasses whispered, and immediately became the focus of everyone.

With a loud "bang!", the onlookers made a sound of sucking air conditioning.

Takeda jumped out a few steps and jumped high. Then a straight backhand punch in the karate, which had a relatively lethality, hit the slightly old training sandbag. The sandbag could not bear the force and exploded with a bang, and the sand particles were flying all over the sky.

"Is it big or not? It's not what I shouted out, it's up to my fists and strength!"
Chapter completed!