Sun Tian took a light breath of cigarette, looked at Chen Fuyun, who looked fearless, and smiled and said, "I heard you are very good at fighting?"

This is a tentative question before the group battle begins.

Chen Fuyun could naturally hear the provocative intention in his tone. He took out the bag from his pocket with leisurely half of the remaining Hongtashan yesterday. When he was about to take out the lighter, Tang Xiaowu gently took out the lighter from his pocket, moved her steps forward and helped him ignite the cigarette.

"Sun Tian is here with preparation. Don't force them. You will have to take Teacher Mao's class later. You are not allowed to be late this time, otherwise I won't be sure if Teacher Mao will fire you." Tang Xiaowu said in a soft voice.

She was obviously worried that Chen Fuyun would suffer. He was alone and had a thin body. He was not the opponent of Sun Tian, ​​a group of school students. Tang Xiaowu didn't want to be beaten and kicked by so many people because of herself. How could he withstand it? Tang Xiaowu couldn't bear it either.

Chen Fuyun probably heard the concerns in Tang Xiaowu's tone. As for the deeper "unwillingness" of "no need to bear it", Chen Fuyun couldn't understand it. It was not that he was not good at observing words and expressions, but that his face was not thick enough to be quite narcissistic.

Tang Xiaowu originally wanted to lend Chen Fuyun the opportunity to light a cigarette and let him run away directly, but Chen Fuyun took the opportunity to pinch his face, and then smiled and said, "You go to the classroom first, I'll be there later, I'll be sure not to be late this time."

Chen Fuyun's tone was firm and seemed unquestionable.

Although he knew that Chen Fuyun was not the kind of person who dared to brag without confidence, Tang Xiaowu was a little skeptical. In the game, he was scathing and fearless, and was a very safe guy. However, in this reality, he was awesome enough in the fight and Tang Xiaowu knew nothing.

Since he was so confident, he should have his reason. Tang Xiaowu turned around and left under Chen Fuyun's firm gaze, and kept comforting himself with this words.

It was not until Tang Xiaowu's figure disappeared from her sight that Chen Fuyun turned her head with a cigarette in her mouth. When she looked at Sun Tian, ​​she still looked fearless and calm.

"Tiedan, fuck him!"

Sun Tian didn't care about him. Tang Xiaowu was worried about this guy, which would have made him angry. If it weren't for the fear of hurting her just now, Sun Tian would have asked his brothers to beat Chen Fuyun to death.

As soon as Sun Tian spoke, there was a man who was tall and strong as a bear. He seemed to be a big guy who specialized in throwing shot put javelins and sneered at Chen Fuyun, then suddenly clasped his fists, and a fist as big as a small sandbag hit Chen Fuyun's forehead.

This big guy is named Wang Tiedan. He started practicing sports since he was seven years old. Because he was as strong as a cow, he specially trained shot put. He joined the provincial team at the age of fifteen. At the age of eighteen, he was the provincial team as the key seed for the national team and sent to Suda Sports College to systematically learn sports theories and skills.

This guy is a good player in the shooting put, and he is even more first-class when fighting.

The power contained in his punch is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary boxers. If an ordinary adult is hit by him with a punch in the forehead and knocked it out, it would be a trivial matter. Concussion is almost the same as the severity.

In the provincial team, this guy has caused trouble a lot. Now he has been at the School of Physical Education of Suzhou University and has followed Sun Tian, ​​the little bully. Thanks to the lifting of his eldest son Sun, he hits his iron fist wherever he pointed.

Wang Tiedan's punch is heavy and heavy, and has a very organized style and very fast. It can be seen that he should have practiced some boxing before, and his foundation is not weak.

However, this kind of boxing was obviously not fast enough and not strong enough in Chen Fuyun's opinion.

When Wang Tiedan's heavy punch came, Chen Fuyun was not proud of it. He stepped on the ground and swung his right arm. He could only hear a sound of fists and arms intersecting. Wang Tiedan's fist was as if he had hit a stubborn stone, and was three inches away outside Chen Fuyun's forehead, without any slight increase.

Before he could come back to his senses from his surprise, Chen Fuyun's footsteps moved forward and turned around and a dull sound spread. Wang Tiedan's huge body as strong as a bear suddenly seemed like a bell hit by a sledgehammer. He flew back four or five steps until he almost knocked Sun Tian, ​​who was standing behind him, and then stopped.

"I'm in a hurry, you guys go together."

Chen Fuyun sucked the cigarette in his hand to his head, threw it on the ground and stomped it out, then raised his head and said lightly.

"Damn it, brothers and I will join us and fuck him with me!"

Wang Tiedan suffered a loss in Chen Fuyun's hands, and of course he was not convinced. He roared and shouted at the brothers of the sports academy behind him, with as many as 25 people, and flocked to Chen Fuyun.

Two fists can't beat four legs, and you kill the master. Don't you have the skills of fists and feet? Then a group of people beat you up. If you don't believe it, you won't kill you!

Sun Tian was smoking a cigarette coolly behind him, looking at the chaos of battle and the group of onlookers and women, thinking faintly.

Perhaps the most important thing in gang fights is momentum.

When Chen Fuyun was having sex with Dafei's dormitory classmates in the past, he had fought many group fights with the gangsters in the county, and had a lot of experience in fighting.

The other party has many people and is alone. No matter how hard the fist is or how high the martial arts are, it is impossible to defeat all college students from school.

In the chaos, you cannot directly resist everyone's attack with your own strength, but instead avoid the vital fists and feet, pick the opponent's weakest attackers, and fuck them one by one to first, and exert momentum.

Chen Fuyun always did this!

His fists and feet were powerful and powerful. Anyone he targeted would be lying on the ground like a hammer, as if he was hit by a hammer, with a blue face and could not move for a moment.

However, Chen Fuyun's style of playing must have been hit by many random punches and kicks. However, his ability to resist strikes is like a tumbler. No matter how heavy your punches and kicks are, as long as they are not directly hitting the vital points, he will continue to swing his fists like the wind and fly like a shadow like nothing happened.

What a joke! This is the reincarnation of Huang Feihong. So many people can't beat him alone? Sun Tian, ​​who had been smoking and watching coldly, suddenly spat and cursed.

...

Chen Fuyun ended up having a bruised nose and swollen face, and rushed to the teaching building with all his injuries.

Although he could fight, it was impossible for him to come back from the cāo field with twenty-five young and strong sports students, and even a few guys brought the guys to fight hard.

He was able to knock down the group of goods one by one, and could walk back to the classroom to attend class by himself. Before the bell rang, Chen Fuyun had already done his best. At least the minor injury on his body would be cured in a few days and he had no trouble.

When Chen Fuyun was about to enter the classroom, he happened to meet Professor Mao who came to teach the classmates.

Out of politeness, Chen Fuyun naturally would not rush into the classroom with his head down, but stood still and asked Teacher Mao respectfully.

Looking at Chen Fuyun, who was covered in white shirt with a lot of blood stains, messy hair, and a bruised face, shook his head with a look of regret, waved his hand, indicating that he could enter the classroom to attend class.

Chen Fuyun didn't care much about Professor Mao's gaze. He calmly entered the classroom with his head held high and his chest held high, and soon saw the location of Tang Xiaowu.

Regardless of how strange the students below looked at him, he strode to the empty seat beside Tang Xiaowu, and sat down, and smiled slightly at the worried Tang Xiaowu and Zhang Xiaoyu. He began to listen to Professor Mao’s solemn lecture in front with a calm expression.

Tang Xiaowu was obviously prepared. After Chen Fuyun sat down, she took out a bottle of safflower oil she bought from the desk by swiping her card in the infirmary and handed it to him from under the desk.

Chen Fuyun saw Tang Xiaowu's little move at a glance, but instead of reaching out to take it, he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arm covered with purple bruises, with the intention very obvious.
Chapter completed!