Global martial arts masters: an ordinary duo

Chapter 92 You Don't Know Me?
After several hours of journey, everyone finally returned to Yangcheng.

After walking out of the train station, Chen Fan said with some emotion: "I'm still comfortable in Yangcheng when I go home."

"Yes!" Fang Ping was also a little sad. He had experienced a lot in the past six months. "As the saying goes, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse."

"Fang Ping!"

Fangyuan shouted loudly and said with some disgust: "How can you say that your home is a doghouse?"

Pulling Fang Yuan's face, Fang Ping said angrily: "Metaphor, do you know what a metaphor is?"

Wu Zhihao suddenly smiled and said: "It's the Chinese New Year, and everyone should be back this time. Fang Ping, you didn't come to the last National Day class reunion, so you have to make up for it this time."

"Okay, make an appointment then, I promise to be there!"

Fang Ping assured Wu Zhihao that he would be miserable during the National Day.

While everyone else was enjoying their vacation, he was the only one in the underground boxing ring, fighting hard and hard.

Looking at the busy streets, the pedestrians passing by in a hurry have smiles on their faces that are about to celebrate the New Year.

Chen Fan suddenly laughed. Perhaps that was why those warriors who volunteered to fight to the death in the caves were doing so.

Let everyone celebrate the New Year in peace, let their families stay away from war, and live happily in this land.

"why are you laughing?"

Fang Ping was a little confused as to why Chen Fan suddenly started to giggle.

"The thought of going home makes me happier."

"I'm happy too."

Saying that, both of them laughed.

It's easy to go home. You don't have to think about the cave anymore, and you don't have to continue fighting others to the death in the ring.

Home is a warm harbor and the destination of the soul.

View Lake Garden.

Hearing the sound of Chen Fan opening the door, Li Meijuan poked her head out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Fanfan is back!"

"Put your luggage down, wash your hands, and eat."

Since he came back this time, Chen Fan called his home in advance. At this moment, the table was full of dishes.

Chen Jianjun, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, was hesitant to speak.

He also watched the National Freshman Martial Arts Exchange Competition and saw the warriors from Wuhan University fighting to the death in the ring.

If his son was not there, he would only feel excited, but when his own child was among them, this enthusiasm turned into worry and panic.

After dinner, Chen Jianjun took his son to the balcony.

I took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. The wind was blowing a bit, so I lit it several times without lighting it.

Chen Fan stepped forward to help him protect the fire before lighting the cigarette.

After a while, Chen Fan whispered: "Dad, what's the matter?"

Chen Jianjun exhaled a cloud of smoke and said after a while: "I watched the competition you participated in. Do warriors have to fight for their lives?"

"No." Chen Fan shook his head, "This is a special situation. Fighting between warriors is usually a peaceful one."

Chen Fan is not lying. This competition mainly involves the fight for tens of billions of funding from Wuhan University. Usually, when warriors compete with each other and practice tactics, it is still very peaceful.

The real enemy that warriors have to face is not the other warriors, but the caves.

Every year, countless warriors participate in the war with the underground caves, and there are also many third-level elite students who have died in the battle.

Compared to this, the ring battle is just kids playing house.

"Wuda. I don't even know if it was a wrong decision to support you in going to Wuhan University?"

"Dad, there are always some things that require someone to stand up."

When answering this, Chen Fan's eyes had a determined light.Chen Jianjun lit another cigarette and said earnestly: "I don't understand this either. I just hope you can come back safely and have a happy reunion every year."

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm very good. During the competition, I wear one and five."

When he said this, Chen Fan's tone was filled with pride. He was less than 20 years old and had achieved such outstanding results in the National Freshman Martial Arts Exchange Competition. How could he not be proud?
"My son is awesome!"

Chen Jianjun praised and then continued: "Before making a decision, think more about your family and don't do dangerous things."

"Dad, I will take good care of myself."

"That's fine, that's fine"

Chen Jianjun didn't say anything more. Chen Fan was an adult. He had his own ideas. He could just make his own decisions on some things. It was not easy for a father to interfere too much.

Chen Fan did not continue this topic. There was no need to let ordinary people like his parents know about the underground caves. Just let them live their lives peacefully.

Soon, the time came to the end of the year.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Yangcheng held a warrior exchange meeting.

It was organized under the leadership of the government. Chen Fan and Fang Ping were both local warriors. In addition, they had received a lot of care from Tan Zhenping, so they were too embarrassed not to go.

Yangcheng Hotel.

As the largest star hotel in Yangcheng, Yangcheng Hotel naturally became the venue for this warrior exchange meeting.

When Chen Fan and Fang Ping arrived at Yangcheng Hotel, they found that the person in charge of welcoming guests was Tan Zhenping.

Both of them smiled and came forward to say hello.

"Uncle Tan, why are you allowed to pick up people outside in person again?"

"The warriors coming this time, in addition to the local ones from Yangcheng, there are also some warriors from other places who are coming. The status of warriors is not low. Others have traveled all the way back to their hometowns to participate in the warrior exchange meeting. I will support the scene."

After a few people chatted for a while, a black car suddenly arrived.

A middle-aged man and a young man came down from the top.

Seeing the person coming, Tan Zhenping frowned, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said with a smile: "Old Chen"

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged man who got off the car first sneered, and then coldly snorted: "Tan Zhenping, you took me away at first, how come you are acting like a doorman now?"

"Chen Qitao, what happened back then? You know it yourself."

Tan Zhenping was a little angry. For the sake of the warrior exchange meeting, he greeted people with a smile, but he did not expect that Chen Qitao would not give him any face.

"I won't mention what happened back then, but how come you haven't made any progress over the years, and you are still at the peak of the first rank?"

Chen Qitao went to other provinces to do business, earned a lot of money, and bought himself a lot of pills to take. At this time, he was already at the peak of the second level.

As he spoke, he pointed to the young man beside him and said with a smile: "This is my son Chen Hao, a top student at South China University of Science and Technology. He is now a first-class martial artist. You are not as good as me now, and in a few years, you will not even be as good as my son. "

At this time, Fang Ping suddenly took a step forward and said with a smile: "Everyone, please stop arguing and give me some face. Let's forget about it."

"Who are you? Why should I give you face?"

Chen Hao interrupted Fang Ping directly and said something with disdain on his face.

Fang Ping touched his nose and said angrily: "You don't know me?"

Isn't this guy a student from South China University of Science and Technology?
Is it possible that you didn’t watch the martial arts exchange competition?

I killed everyone in the exchange competition, but he didn't even recognize me.

"Are you Chen Fan from Wudu University?"

When Chen Hao was about to say something, he suddenly glanced at Chen Fan standing aside and quickly exclaimed.

1. At the martial arts exchange competition, Chen Fan left a deep impression on him.

He defeated five of the eight schools in the league, and Zhang Guanglin, the No. 1 freshman at South China University of Science and Technology, was not his enemy.

Since both of them have the surname Chen, they sometimes dream of taking his place and killing everyone in the ring.
(End of this chapter)