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Chapter Thirty-Five: Falling and Crying

Both Xia Yan and Liu Mo slowed down at the same time, but they didn't stop. They both had the same idea. It doesn't matter if there is a fight or not, but they can't be the first to admit cowardice.

"Xia Yan, what are you singing?" Zhao Qiang walked on Xia Yan's left, heard him muttering something in a low voice, and secretly thought that this guy's mental quality is really good.

Xia Yan glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to sing in a low voice. His voice was so low that only a few people around him could hear it.

"What is Xia Yan doing?" An Xiaoru asked Anna in a low voice.

"I don't know, I haven't heard the song he sang, but it sounds so mysterious!" Anna said.

"It seems to be a foreign language song, do you know which language it is?" An Xiaoru asked again.

"I can't tell, it's definitely not a big language!" Anna said.

"This guy is nervous, isn't he trying to relieve the pressure?" An Xiaoru asked suspiciously.

Xia Yan didn't pay attention to the girl's whispered comments. He chanted the incantation quickly. After ten seconds, when the incantation was finished, a trace of blue mana from the magic tower in his mind flowed out, forming a faint blue light ball at his fingertips.

In strong sunlight, this blue light is not conspicuous, and no one notices it.

Xia Yan flicked his fingers lightly, and the blue light came out of his hand and quickly sank into Liu Mo's head. Even people with the best eyesight could not see this subtle blue light.

Liu Mo only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his feet swayed, and he fell firmly on the playground track, crying out in pain.

"Hiss—" The crowd gasped in unison, and the fall was so painful...it hurts to watch.

Liu Mo got up quickly, only to feel severe pain in his knees and elbows. When he looked down, the skin had already been broken. He could still bear the pain, but he was ashamed and indignant when he made such a big fool in front of two or three hundred people. Tolerate.

"Damn it, it's all because of that bastard!" Liu Mo naturally blamed Xia Yan, "I must teach him a lesson!"

Just as he was thinking, his feet seemed to have stepped on a banana peel, slipped suddenly, and suddenly lost his balance again. But this time Liu Mo didn't fall down. He waved his hands and tried hard to keep his balance. Unfortunately, this move was in vain. Two seconds later, he fell on the track again, this time on his buttocks.

Liu Mo let out a muffled "heh" from his throat. He couldn't help it, he fell so hard that he couldn't scream.

What the hell is this?

The students were all happy, just got up and fell down, don't you want to be so funny? Others get up from where they fell, and you get up from where you are and continue to fall from where.

Liu Mo was stunned, of course he could hear the laughter coming from around, which made him feel as if he was naked and surrounded by people.

In a daze, Liu Mo endured the pain in his buttocks and stood up, and subconsciously continued to walk forward, but when he took a step, he wailed in his heart: "Fuck!"

It seems that a stone was kicked under the foot, and the whole person fell forward uncontrollably...

"Ouch!"

"Hiss—"

At least a hundred people cried out for Liu Mo. Of course, everyone didn't do it on purpose, but a subconscious reaction. They fell three times in a row, and they really empathized.

"He's crying!" Suddenly, a student who was close to him yelled and pointed to Liu Mo who was lying on the ground.

Sure enough, Liu Mo raised his head in a daze, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"How pitiful!" A girl said sympathetically.

"Did you fall and cry? Do you want to be so fragile? Looking tall and big, I thought he was a tough guy. Why is he crying like a little shou?" Someone said disdainfully.

"It wasn't one fall, it was three falls in a row, and you were surrounded by so many people. If it were you, you would have to cry too!" Someone retorted and defended Liu Mo, but Liu Mo definitely didn't mean to be grateful to him. Wish there was a crack in the ground for him to slip in.

What's the matter with this Nima? what's up?

Liu Mo could only roar in his heart.

"Liu Mo, how are you?" His two friends finally came to their senses at this moment, they ran over to help him up, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"No...it's nothing!" Liu Mo lowered his head and looked carefully at the ground. There were no banana peels or stones. Although his legs were painful, they were not weak, so he broke free from the hands of his two friends and prepared to continue walking. Walking forward, then, he kicked his left foot to his right foot, and fell for the fourth time magnificently.

The crowd was silent, and everyone couldn't believe what they saw.

As the saying goes, there are only three things, and it is unbelievable enough to fall three times in a row, but there is still a fourth fall? This is a playground, not an ice skating rink, how could such an incredible thing happen?

"Did he do it on purpose?" Someone said suddenly.

"Yeah, it must be on purpose!"

"I think so. Otherwise, how could he fall continuously? Is he afraid of being punished for fighting, so he deliberately used bitter tricks?"

"No way, at most you don't fight, you just leave, why do you want to wrestle on purpose?"

"Then how do you explain..."

"I can't even explain it, okay!"

"Why didn't he get up, did his bones break?"

"He yelled a long time ago when the bone was broken. Look at his shoulders moving. Could it be that he is crying?"

"I'm really crying!" Soon, everyone who was close could see that Liu Mo's shoulders kept shaking, and he could faintly hear crying.

After falling four times in a row, a tall man who was about 1.8 meters tall and had practiced taekwondo was forced to cry. In the practice room, Liu Mo was often thrown, and he could at most smile and get up and he would be fine. But it's different now, this is continuous wrestling under the watchful eyes of the public, the physical pain is already secondary, the humiliation of being watched by the crowd hit him wave after wave, and finally made him cry.

"Everyone help to testify, I didn't fight, I didn't make him cry!" Just when everyone was amazed, Xia Yan took the opportunity to tell herself loudly, no matter what, the punishment cannot be recited.

"Don't worry, we all saw it, he fell by himself!" Someone shouted.

"Thank you very much!" Xia Yan smiled and cupped his hands to the crowd, and said, "This fight can't be fought anymore, I will withdraw first, everyone continue to watch, continue, don't be polite!"

After speaking, the guy turned around and left,

Chapter Thirty-Five: Falling and Crying

Zhao Qiang and Qin Jian also followed with smiles. The four girls breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew decisively.

The few of them had just left the playground when another person arrived. The onlookers were just about to leave when they saw this person, their eyes lit up again, and they stayed.

"Zhou Yi is here!"

"Of course he wants to come. Liu Mo is a member of the Taekwondo Association, and Zhou Yi is the president of the Taekwondo Association. Isn't it reasonable!"

"Liu Mo, what happened? How are you?" Zhou Yi asked eagerly, reaching out to help Liu Mo.

"It's Xia Yan, that freshman..." Liu Mo raised his head, his face was covered with tears, and it was covered with dust on the ground, as embarrassing as he could be.

"Xia Yan?" Zhou Yi's eyes flashed brightly, "It just so happens that he and I also have a score to settle!"

"Xia Yan, what happened to Liu Mo just now?" An Xiaoru asked while drinking a Coke in the cold drink shop outside the school.

"I don't know." Xia Yan shook his head and said.

"Didn't you do it?" Anna also asked.

"I'm talking about two beauties, when did you see me touch him, he must have accidentally dropped it, okay?" Xia Yan called Qu.

"That's what I said, but my superhuman sixth sense tells me that Liu Mo's falling and crying must have something to do with you!" An Xiaoru said.

"You should believe your eyes." Xia Yan looked into her eyes and said sincerely.

"Cut!" An Xiaoru was inexplicably panicked when he looked at her.

"By the way, Xia Yan, what song did you sing just now? It sounds very mysterious. Can you sing it for us again?" Anna asked suddenly.

"Singing?" Xia Yan was taken aback, "I didn't sing!"

"Just before Liu Mo wrestled, I clearly heard you singing in a low voice. Everyone heard it. What's the point of keeping this secret?" Anna said dissatisfied.

"Uh..." Xia Yan was startled, and realized that what Anna was talking about was chanting a spell. Of course, he couldn't talk nonsense about it. He pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe it was because of nervousness, unconscious actions, I really don't remember. !"

"Tch, I didn't realize you were nervous!" Anna snorted, but didn't ask any further.

Xia Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Anna is a very smart girl, if she thinks of the masked man that night, she will definitely be on her radar, maybe she will reveal her secrets at some point.

"But having said that, I had a great time watching it just now, and the four fell... Tsk tsk, can it be that God can't bear to see a bitch?" Qin Jian said.

"This is the only reasonable explanation!" Zhao Qiang said solemnly.

"Cousin, thank you!" Xiao Yu picked up the Coke and handed it to Xia Yan, "I respect you, hee hee!"

"Everyone come together!" Zhao Qiang yelled.

"Cheers!" Seven glasses of Coke collided together.

Xia Yan saw that Zhao Qiang scratched Wang Yi with his little finger on purpose when they were clinking glasses. A look of embarrassment appeared on the face of Wang Yi's sister, and she gave Zhao Qiang a flirtatious look.

Xia Yan knew that the first person to leave the single in the 402 dormitory was about to be born.

Who should I chase? This thought flashed across Xia Yan's mind, and subconsciously, he looked at An Xiaoru. This surprised him slightly: Shouldn't I look at Xiao Yu first?

And in his heart, for some reason, he thought of Liu Xueer again.

No way!

Xia Yan fell into self-doubt, do I have the potential of a playboy?

Xiaoyu is so affectionate that she can't wait to confess her love, why am I looking at An Xiaoru and thinking of Liu Xueer? This is unscientific, how can such a simple and good boy like me eat what is in the bowl and think about what is in the pot?

But...why do I feel like this is okay?

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