Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

Hong Yuze's attack was still fierce, but the speed gradually slowed down.

Yu Suiwan was like a reed in the wind, gradually taking the initiative. He bent sideways and connected with an uppercut, throwing the tall Hong Yuze away.

There was a huge booing from the audience, and some people even stood up.

"What happened? How come I got knocked out with just one punch?"

While everyone was still in shock, Yu Suiwan sneered, flew forward, and delivered a powerful right straight punch, the attack was like a storm.

The audience was in an uproar. Even if one didn't know much about boxing, one could see the current advantages and disadvantages.

Hong Yuze's eyes were bloodshot and he rushed over swaying his body, but it was in vain.

Yu Suiwan rushed forward, not even giving him a chance to beg for mercy, and bent over to hit him in the face and stomach, especially in the face. Hong Yuze was beaten back repeatedly, with blood splattered on his boxing gloves.

With the last blow, he half-reeled and fell to the ground, twitching and collapsing.

The whole audience was boiling with cheers and shouts resounding through the sky.

Wen Zhao was so excited that he could no longer control himself. He was in a state of extreme excitement. He held his hands in his arms, shaking them, almost jumping up, and shouting:

"President! President, you are my God!"

Ji Ningwei sat on the sofa, watching the broadcast on the screen, his face turned pale. He was actually going to lose like this.

Yu Suiwan is surprisingly so powerful.

Her face was cold and twisted, and she was blinded by jealousy. Hong Yuze was a loser who couldn't even beat a woman.

The more outstanding Yu Suiwan is, the angrier Ji Ningwei becomes. All these cheers, honors, and love should have belonged to her.

Yu Suiwan is an orphan who was lucky enough to be legally adopted. She is the true blood of the Jiang family!

Ji Ningwei stared at the figure on the screen with a venomous gaze, his jealousy growing wildly.

After more than ten seconds, the referee declared Yu Suiwan the winner.

Hong Yuze struggled and shook his body, trying to stand up.

Yu Suiwan had already taken off his boxing gloves and glanced over sideways amid the cheers of the crowd.

Seeing that he was still struggling to come over, he sneered, trotted two steps, spun sideways and kicked.

The huge figure flew down the stage in an arc.

There was silence in the audience for a moment. Yu Suiwan took off his protective gear, revealing an exquisite and beautiful face under the heavy helmet. Crystal beads of sweat slid down his jade-white cheeks, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in the early morning.

The girl was breathing slightly, her chest rising and falling with her breathing, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, and a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, wetly clinging together. But this did not detract from her extraordinary temperament at all, but instead added a bit of casualness and unruliness to her.

Her eyes were cold as ice, yet blazing as fire, and everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the stands.

At this moment, "vitality" has a concrete description.

Yu Suiwan panted a few times, took the commentary microphone, and spoke in a deep voice:

"Most of those sitting here are Qiming's students. Everyone should know the cause of this boxing match."

“Hong Yuze overturned my table, insulted my friends and spread rumors about my character.

This was an atypical case of school bullying. After all, there weren't many such obvious social scum.

Most school bullying happens in hidden corners, unknown places. Today, I am fighting this battle to tell everyone what to do if it happens to you.

She looked around. The venue was unusually silent. Everyone was looking at her. She spoke firmly:

"The Qiming Student Union isn't there to just sit there and do nothing. We exist to solve students' problems, not to just be a shell of power."

"Of course, the student union can't control matters outside of school. Perhaps the other party is a wealthy and powerful person who cannot be offended. In that case, please place your hopes on yourself."

Yu Suiwan paused, then reached out and tore open his shirt.

There was a burst of exclamations in the venue. The girl on the stage was wearing a sports vest, with a slender waist and a thin layer of muscle covering her fair skin, which exuded a jade-like luster under the soft light.

Her tight and well-shaped abdominal muscles are not as exaggerated as Hong Yuze's. They show a beauty of toughness and strength, while still retaining the girl's softness and agility.

Her eyes were firm, and her voice pierced the entire venue: "Please make yourself strong, so strong that your bullies will be afraid of you. Only your enemies would want you to be thin and small."

There was a long silence in the huge venue, and suddenly, thunderous applause broke out.

No one can save a weak loser. Only by becoming strong yourself can you avoid becoming the next victim.

Xie Tong stood in the corner, looking up at the girl on the ring with eyes like torches. The person who had tortured him for more than two years was lying at her feet.

Obviously, she looked as thin as herself, and she was obviously just a girl.

Xie Tong's eyes welled up with warmth and he clenched his fists.

The once dark and disgusting past is now illuminated by light, guiding the faint hope ahead.

He raised his head and looked at the girl standing on the stage from a distance.

A silly voice came from my ear:

"Oh my god, the president is so handsome. This is exactly the body of my dreams."

"I finally understand why those people in the student union are so servile. I'm willing to do that too."

"As expected of the chosen woman, Qiming is truly amazing."

Yu Suiwan's gaze slowly swept across the figure in the corner. After pausing for a moment, he lightly jumped off the ring and walked towards the lounge.

Warm applause resounded throughout the stadium like thunder.

Yu Xiao followed Yu Suiwan's footsteps closely and gently closed the door, blocking out the noise and bustle from the outside world.

Assistant Cheng stood in the VIP room on the second floor, looking at the radiant girl below the stage, and then at Master Lu who had been standing by the window like a sculpture from the beginning.

No wonder, no wonder someone like Lu Zhan would take such notice of her. In time, this Miss Yu would surely become a rare pearl in the capital.

Lu Zhan stood silently in front of the window, his eyes always on the girl.

His Wanwan was so dazzling, his moon seemed to be hanging high in the sky. Everyone looked up at her brilliance, but could not get even a little closer.

He knew better than anyone how stunning the girl would be in a few years.

As soon as she appears, she can attract everyone's attention. The beauty that attacks everyone's sight without distinction makes him toss and turn every night with her.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, the moon would fall into his house and no longer favor him.

He held her so tightly that everyone in Beijing knew that she was his weakness and taboo, his lifeblood.

But in the end, I still couldn't catch her.

Lu Zhan was in a trance and fell into the nightmare of his previous life. The more he wanted to grasp something, the more he would never be able to grasp it.

Perhaps the moon should hang high in the sky, enjoying the admiration and love of countless people, and no one can pull her down to earth.

But Lu Zhan, can you really let go?

Lu Zhan gripped the window sill so tightly that blood began to flow from between his fingers. The more Assistant Cheng looked, the more he felt something was wrong. His intuition told him that Lu Zhan was about to have another attack.

Ever since the car accident, Lu Zhan's mental state has been unstable.

He hurriedly called out, "Master Lu, Miss Yu has entered the lounge."

Lu Zhan came back to his senses, let go of his hand, and glanced at the boiling crowd in the hall with an expressionless face, with a faint sneer at the corner of his lips.

Let go? Not in this life, not in the next.

But he would worship his moon in a different way, carefully and reverently.