daily bloodline

Chapter 7 Games and Bargaining
"What has your father been doing these two days?"

During the meal, Luo Xinghe asked.

"I went to Europe." Su Ying ate without looking up.

"Why did you go to Europe?"

"I don't know, maybe I went to find a woman."

Luo Xinghe laughed out loud.

"Introducing someone to him before, your dad was also a disappointment, and he didn't take the initiative at all." Wu Yun complained, while serving Su Ying food.

"The ones you introduced, you can drag him to the ground and rub him on the ground. I wouldn't do it for me." Su Ying joked: "My dad is just playing it safe."

"Go, what do you know?" Wu Yun rolled his eyes at Su Ying: "Girls who practice martial arts are simple, and they are more than enough to match your father. Your father is a good businessman, so I don't trust her girls."

"Ahem..." Luo Xinghe coughed lightly, indicating that he was also in business.

"What are you coughing? Guilty?"

Luo Xinghe: "..."

"I'm full!" Su Ying pushed the bowl and patted her stomach, expressing that she was full.

"It's only one bowl, how can you eat so little? Usually, there are two bowls of rice, so there's nothing you like?" Wu Yun was surprised.

"No, my appetite has become smaller recently."

"Okay, there is fruit in the refrigerator, if you eat, take it yourself, and stay here at night."

"It's terrible." Su Ying waved his hand, he wanted to go home to replenish his blood.

After dinner, Wu Yun changed into his Taoist uniform, and dragged Su Ying to the Sanda class downstairs. Luo Jiuqian's house was right above the Sanda class, which was very convenient.

Luo Jiuqian was watching the battle, trying to find out why Su Ying put her down.

Su Ying put on her gloves and jumped on the spot twice: "Come on!"

Without further ado, Wu Yun took a step forward and punched Su Ying in the face with a straight fist.

Su Ying retreated to dodge, her eyelids twitched, these two women have a routine, they don't talk about martial arts, and they don't even try to try.

However, unlike Luo Jiuqian, Wu Yun's experience was obviously more sophisticated. If he missed a hit, he took a step back, turned around and kicked Su Ying in the head.

Su Ying blocked, grabbed Wu Yun's ankle lightly, and kicked Wu Yun's stomach, without any intention of condescending to her elders.

Wu Yun also reacted very quickly. When he realized that his ankle was caught, he jumped up with his only remaining foot and kicked Su Ying's chest in mid-air, then turned his body so that Su Ying kicked her stomach. His leg brushed past him, barely rubbing against her.

Su Ying was kicked back two steps and suffered a small loss.

"The reaction speed is not bad, but ginger is still old and hot." Wu Yun smiled quite complacently, and rubbed the place where Su Ying's kick just touched without leaving any traces.

Su Ying tightened her trouser waist, took a step left and right like an old lady, with a slightly heavy center of gravity, and then stretched out her two hands.

"Return to Wing Chun?" Wu Yun raised his eyebrows.

After all, she is a national athlete, and she not only teaches Sanda in the boxing gym, but also Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, boxing and other practical boxing skills.

Su Ying has been in the boxing gym for several years, not to mention how proficient she is, but she knows some of these boxing techniques.

Right now, his reflexes are breaking through the sky, and he is facing Wu Yun, a fighter who pays attention to flexibility and skill. Compared with Sanda, Wing Chun is more suitable.

Wu Yun took a step forward, and Su Ying's arms immediately snapped up like hot wheels, like a big cat fighting.

"As long as I swing fast enough, you can't hit me!"

Wu Yun was furious. She couldn't bear that what Su Ying learned in her boxing gym was shrew fighting. She immediately opened her arms, leaned over Su Ying's waist, pushed him down, and then grabbed Su Ying's arm between her legs. , kicked Su Ying's head and chest with both feet, and pulled hard.

Su Ying hurriedly slapped the ground wildly, signaling that she lost.

"You learned this after studying with me for a few years? Huh?" Wu Yun was very angry.

"I just want to try a different routine..." Su Ying hesitated.

After being beaten by Wu Yun, Su Ying left.

On the other side, in the bathroom of Luo Jiuqian's house, Wu Yun took off his shirt in front of the mirror. In the mirror, his slender waist was covered in bruises.

Wu Yun took a breath, leaned on the sink and lowered his head, lost in thought.

When Su Ying was locked on the ground just now, her calf kept pressing on Su Ying's chest. Wu Yun could clearly feel that Su Ying's heartbeat frequency was extremely weak, not to say that it didn't exist at all, but a heart that only beat for more than ten seconds was obviously abnormal. too normal.

When he came to Luo Jiuqian's room, Wu Yun knocked on the door.

Luo Jiuqian opened the door: "What's wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with Su Ying recently?"

"Stupid and cheap, it's still the same as before." Luo Jiuqian folded his arms.

"I'm not talking about character." Wu Yun frowned.

"Not at all." Luo Jiuqian thought of the strong smell of blood in Su Ying's house, as well as the pale skin of a dead man, without changing his expression: "It's not the same as before."

Wu Yun stared at Luo Jiuqian for a while: "If something goes wrong with Su Ying, please tell me in time."

"Ah."

Early the next morning, school.

"I signed up for the autumn sports meeting!"

Zhang Yan was beaming early in the morning. Not only the students liked the sports meeting, but the teachers also liked it.

During the sports meeting, there is no need to teach, no need to approve homework, and there is such a decathlon bug as Luo Jiuqian in the class, Zhang Yan really can't think of anything that can make him unhappy.

Then he saw Su Ying in the back seat with closed eyes resting his mind, and he was unhappy.

Su Ying slept soundly, and he felt that the jet lag of his recent self seemed to be reversed, as if it was time to go to bed during the day.

"Su Ying!"

"Huh?" Su Ying raised her head and made a vague and meaningless voice.

Zhang Yan sneered: "Sports will give you a 3000-meter race, right?"

"Is there e-sports?"

The class immediately burst into laughter, and Zhang Yan also laughed angrily: "I think you look like e-sports! Sleeping in the class early in the morning, don't you think about it? At least choose one event for me."

For the students in his class, Zhang Yan still knows the basics. There are Luo Jiuqian, Su Ying, and Wan Zihao, a sports committee member with a big waist, and it is easy to be the first in the sports meeting.

Su Ying didn't want to sign up, but when she thought about having to do strenuous exercise in the sun under the sun on the day of the sports meeting, Su Ying felt a little irritable.

"How about cheerleading?"

Zhang Yan laughed: "Alright, but the cheerleaders all wear skirts."

"100 meters, thank you."

"Another 200 meters?" Zhang Yan asked tentatively.

Su Ying thought for a while, "That's fine."

"In that case, you should report for the 400 meters too!" Zhang Yan looked like he was taking advantage of you.

Su Ying grabbed the window sill: "Believe it or not, I jumped from here and died in front of you on the spot. It's cruel!"

"Oh boy... That's it, let's run another 400 meters, and if you win, you will be free of Chinese homework for two days." Lao Zhang bargained and signed up for Su Ying, and openly bribed the students in class: "Who else wants to sign up? ?”

Luo Jiuqian raised his hand: "Triathlon!"

"Don't find fault."

(End of this chapter)