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Chapter 21 Won
Since Sun Jiayin and Feng Qingyang broke up, He Juming feels that his life is full of hope. Every morning when he wakes up, he is filled with sunshine and has endless energy.

He plunged into his home gym to make himself better! He had imagined countless times that when he accidentally exposed his eight-pack abs and showed off his masculine charm, Sun Jiayin showed admiration and admiration in his eyes.

In fact, he thought wrong. For Sun Jiayin, showing her eight-pack abs is not very attractive, and it is not as strong as showing her eight hundred thousand banknotes.

Apparently he didn't have an epiphany.

At this moment, he firmly believes that the power of love is infinite. In order to have a better image, he has been working out for a month.

The coach gave him the most detailed private courses, and he ate the best muscle-building meals, and the results were gratifying.

Now he looks somewhat muscular.

Just after finishing today's training, He Juming sent a message to Sun Jiayin, inadvertently revealing that he was working out at the gym and wanted to ask her out for dinner later.

After waiting for half an hour, he stared at QQ eagerly and imagined countless pictures in his mind.

Why don't you reply to my message? Did Jia Yin go to find Feng Qingyang?

Could it be that Feng Qingyang is still harassing Jiayin?

Are the two of them still related? Will Jia Yin be deceived by Feng Qingyang's few words?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and He Juming felt like he was on a roller coaster.

Suddenly the QQ alert sounded on the phone, it was Sun Jiayin’s reply!
He Juming immediately recovered from his speculation, felt happy, and hurriedly opened his phone to check.

Two words: no time.

Why not available?
Could it be that he has no time because he is with Feng Qingyang?

Feng Qingyang deserves to die.

He Juming's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.

Standing in the gym on the second floor, close to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the people coming and going on the pedestrian street, he began to think wildly.

"Feng Qingyang? Oh? Zhang Wanwan, and Zhou Chao!" He suddenly noticed three familiar figures, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Jia Yin doesn't have time, she really doesn't have time! Not with Feng Qingyang."

Seeing Feng Qingyang playing with the boxing tester, He Juming came up with a plan. He asked a coach to follow him downstairs and handed his iPhone 4 to the fitness coach.

"I will ask my classmates to compare the machine later. You can record it all for me. You must record the scores clearly. Do you understand?"

He Juming touched his biceps. After exercising, he could score 892 points on that machine.

Not particularly high, but just higher than Feng Qingyang.

He will show the video to Sun Jiayin to prove that he is more manly than Feng Qingyang.

"Childish." Feng Qingyang rejected He Juming's proposal.

Of course, if he could defeat He Juming reliably, he would agree to this request and then ridicule He Juming for being weak after the victory.

He Juming, a second-generation rich man, is stupid and evil, and Feng Qingyang will step on him if he has the chance.

In his previous life, He Juming's real estate company built several unfinished buildings and ran away with the money, which defrauded many people in Qingyun County. Naturally, He Juming also participated.

But those bad things haven't happened yet, He Juming is stupid and clear now, thinking that as long as he tries his best to please Sun Jiayin, she will fall in love with him.

The fact is just the opposite.

When you have money, buying yourself a Ferrari will attract her more than giving her a Ferrari.

It took Feng Qingyang ten years to see through Sun Jiayin.

He Juming is obviously too young now and has been pulled over by Sun Jiayin. He wants to be better than Feng Qingyang in every aspect: "Humph, you don't dare to challenge, are you afraid?"

"You are too weak, not worthy of my action." Feng Qingyang said disdainfully.

"Am I too weak?" He Juming pointed at himself and laughed angrily.

Others can say that I am weak, but you, Feng Qingyang, cannot say that I am weak. Even though Feng Qingyang is a little over 1.8 meters tall, he is just an embroidered pillow. He is nothing but good-looking!
He Juming raised his right arm, his biceps bulged out into a not-so-large outline, clapped his left hand twice, and sneered: "Feng Qingyang, I noticed that you have become humorous."

"It's okay." Feng Qingyang said.

"Ming tells you, I can score more than 890 points with every punch. If you think you can beat me, just compete. If you're scared, don't accept the challenge." He Juming looked back and found that the fitness instructor was holding up his mobile phone. Video, nodding with satisfaction.

What he said was very level. If Feng Qingyang accepted the challenge, he would surely win. If Feng Qingyang refused, then he would be cowardly and afraid of himself.

"A score of 890 is too weak." Feng Qingyang shook his head and sighed, "You can't even beat my apprentice. If you really want to beat me, you must first pass my apprentice's level."

"Your apprentice?" He Juming was stunned. Zhou Chao also looked at Feng Qingyang in confusion, when did you have an apprentice?

Feng Qingyang stretched out his thumb and pointed behind him, then turned sideways, revealing Zhang Wanwan's delicate oval face, and said: "Zhang Wanwan."

He Juming laughed loudly: "Feng Qingyang, what ability can you rely on women to do?"

"You can only be successful if you have a woman to rely on. Do you have a woman to rely on?" Feng Qingyang looked proud.

He Juming's face froze.

Feng Qingyang is mocking himself! What he means is that he has Zhang Wanwan, but he does not have Sun Jiayin.

Angry.

He Juming took a deep breath: "If you defeat Zhang Wanwan, you will accept the challenge, right?"

As long as he could defeat Feng Qingyang and prove himself in front of Sun Jiayin, he didn't take Zhang Wanwan seriously at all, and he didn't care how she felt.

"Yes." Feng Qingyang agreed with a smile, "But I have a condition. If you lose, you will be punished."

"Will I lose to Zhang Wanwan?" He Juming laughed angrily again.

"If you lose, you lose 1200 yuan to Zhang Wanwan. Of course, if Wanwan loses, he will also give you money." Feng Qingyang looked at him calmly.

"Okay." He Juming agreed.

1200 yuan is just pocket money to him, and he has no doubt that Feng Qingyang cannot afford it. He knows that Feng Qingyang earns yuan a month from opening a Taobao store.

Since Feng Qingyang wanted to give him money, he couldn't stop him.

Zhou Chao was almost dying of anxiety. He blinked frantically to signal Feng Qingyang not to be impulsive. Isn't this trying to trick Zhang Wanwan?

Zhang Wanwan was stunned. She didn't expect Feng Qingyang to make such a big bet for her in just a few words! The key is, how can she have 1200 yuan?

Her whole body was not well.

"Don't be nervous, you just go up and pick up the money." Feng Qingyang said to Zhang Wanwan.

He was not making a blind bet. He scored 883 points himself and Zhou Chao scored 894 points. He also looked at a lot of passers-by's data. Based on the comprehensive comparison, he was very confident in Zhang Wanwan's strength.

He Juming whispered to the fitness coach: "I will beat that girl in a while. Click to restart the video. What I want is the video of defeating Feng Qingyang."

Then he moved his joints, stood on the punch tester, and punched out.

100, 200... 800, 892, 893!

One point more than the best score!
He Juming shrugged, it didn't matter, Zhang Wanwan posed no threat.

Zhang Wanwan was extremely nervous. On the one hand, there were so many attentions, and on the other hand, the stakes were too high.

"I, I can't." She hid behind Feng Qingyang and said in a volume that only Feng Qingyang could hear.

"Don't think too much. You just want to win 1200 yuan with this punch. Think about your fight against fate! Just think about this punch and you will go to college!" Feng Qingyang grabbed Zhang Wanwan's little hand and said, Squeeze a little harder.

Zhang Wanwan felt a sense of security, which was very similar to the feeling in the classroom that day, as if this hand holding him would make him feel at ease.

"Well, let me try." She said unconfidently.

Feng Qingyang showed encouraging eyes. Zhang Wanwan was very strong, but lacked self-confidence.

Zhou Chao swallowed and felt nervous for Zhang Wanwan. He really couldn't figure out why Feng Qingyang would cause problems for Zhang Wanwan.

The spectators also looked at this frail beauty with great interest.

Zhang Wanwan moved from behind Feng Qingyang to the force measuring machine.

Turn slightly sideways, twist your waist and punch your hips.

The movements were neat, fast, and powerful. Feng Qingyang knew he was steady at a glance.

"boom!"

The boxing ball was quickly knocked back into place.

The scorer numbers jumped like crazy. 300, 400... 800, 892, 893... 899, 900.

901 points!
(End of this chapter)