Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

"Xiaoqing! Come here for a moment."

After arriving in the living room, Zhang Mingqiang shouted towards the kitchen.

A beautiful woman in her thirties walked over slowly.

She is extremely beautiful and bears 50% resemblance to Zhang Yilian.

She has a graceful figure and beautiful body.

But you really can’t think too much about this.

Yang Zheng took a look and quickly looked away.

"My love Huang Qing."

Zhang Mingqiang introduced him and then looked at Huang Wei and said, "This is Yang Zheng. What do you think? Isn't he a handsome guy?"

"Hello Auntie."

Yang Zheng greeted politely.

Huang Qing looked him over, smiled and nodded: "He is indeed a handsome guy, you guys chat, I'll go cook."

"Don't worry."

Zhang Mingqiang said, handing over the tea cake. "This is a 00 Laobanzhang collection green cake. I didn't even tell him that you like this kind of old raw tea, but he brought it to me on his own. Don't you think it's destined for you?"

Huang Qing was stunned when she heard this. After taking the tea cake and looking at it, the smile on her face deepened significantly.

She looked at Yang Zheng, smiled and nodded again: "Thank you for the money."

She obviously knows her stuff.

Yang Zheng smiled reservedly: "As long as Auntie likes it."

Huang Qing is obviously not good at speaking.

After she put the tea cake back into the tea box and put it away, she said, "You guys chat, I'll go cook first."

"Let me help you."

After Zhang Mingqiang said this, he gestured to Zhang Yilian and said, "Yilian, please entertain your brother Yang Zheng and show him around."

"Ah."

Zhang Yilian responded softly.

Zhang Mingqiang glanced at Yang Zheng, opened his mouth to speak, but finally closed it again.

Instead, Huang Qing said, "Be careful and be safe."

Yang Zheng thought it was just an ordinary instruction and didn't think much about it. He just said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zhang and Auntie."

"Not so polite."

After Zhang Mingqiang replied, he went to the kitchen with Huang Qing.

After the two left.

Zhang Yilian said softly, "Brother Yang Zheng, let's go to the martial arts training room."

It turns out that she was learning to dance.

No wonder her temperament and figure look so perfect.

Yang Zheng chuckled and nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Yilian glanced at him and smiled faintly: "Come with me."

"Ah."

Yang Zheng responded and walked towards her room.

Yang Xiuwen, who was standing by, also followed.

After entering the room.

Yang Zheng was stunned.

Sandbags, boxing targets, kicking targets...even wooden dummies.

So this martial arts training room is the "Wu" in martial arts?

Yang Xiuwen, who entered the room last, closed the door directly.

Yang Zheng's face darkened a little.

Not because of anything else.

But this scene made him realize that the "human elves" in his mind might not be as beautiful as he imagined...

"Sister Yilian, what does this mean?"

Yang Zheng looked at Zhang Yilian and asked.

You'd better be a human elf who is consistent in appearance and reality, otherwise...

I will knead you into the shape I want!

He thought angrily in his heart.

Zhang Yilian still had that gentle smile on her face. "Nothing special, I just really like martial arts and wanted to play with Brother Yang Zheng."

really.

Reality is always contrary to our wishes.

Yang Zheng sighed deeply: "It's not good for girls to play these things."

Yang Xiuwen's voice rang out: "So you think women should be weak, so that they can be bullied by you men?"

Die Boxer!

Yang Zheng glanced at her sideways: "It's not that I think women should be weak, but women are naturally weaker than men."

Yang Xiuwen took a step forward and was about to speak.

Yang Zheng added, "Don't use your example as an example. I don't need to argue about anything. Everyone knows the facts. If you want to argue, you win."

His words made Yang Xiuwen swallow them back.

There is a feeling of being frustrated that it is neither right to say nor wrong to say anything.

"Whether it's good or not has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Yilian had already stopped smiling and looked at Yang Zheng expressionlessly: "Promise me not to come to my house again, and I won't beat you up today."

Click!

This is the sound of Yang Zheng’s dream being shattered.

things in fairy tale are lies!

How could there be any human elves in reality?

He hooked his finger at Zhang Yilian: "Come on."

He knew that Zhang Yilian dared to say that she would beat him up.

That must have taken some practice.

But whether it’s this punch or that punch, or this way or that way.

In reality, all fighting techniques are based on two points: strength and speed!

Techniques are only effective in matches against opponents of the same weight class.

Although he has never formally measured his strength and speed.

But it is reflected in many aspects of life.

For example, lifting it up...I won’t mention that.

For example, the last time he dragged Chen Peng to the toilet.

Seven or eight people couldn't hold him back.

Or maybe he was afraid of hurting someone, so he didn't dare to use too much force.

Can a little Zhang Yilian beat him now?

He felt that he could even crush the muscular Yang Xiuwen with one hand.

This is true.

Zhang Yilian let out a "ha" and rushed forward with a whip kick.

It's very powerful, fast and has a cool posture.

But Yang Zheng raised his hand to block it.

Zhang Yilian squatted on the ground, hugging her feet with tears in her eyes.

Kicked the steel plate.

This is what she really feels in her heart.

It took her a while to recover.

"Sister Xiuwen! Go ahead! Just don't get hurt!"

Zhang Yilian spoke in a vicious tone.

Just... pretty cute.

Yang Zheng felt that he was somewhat bewitched by her.

This made me want to be beaten, but I still thought she was cute.

But the last sentence, "Just don't get hurt," still adds a lot of points.

This shows that the little girl is not a bad person at heart.

Maybe it’s because of my age, but my dad asked me to come over for a blind date.

So I was a little angry for a moment and just wanted to teach the boy who came for the blind date a little lesson.

Can understand.

Yang Zheng quickly found a reason for Zhang Yilian.

Here.

After Yang Xiuwen rushed towards Yang Zheng, he also raised his leg and gave a whip kick.

Yang Zheng also raised his hand to block.

After Yang Xiuwen kicked his hand, she gritted her teeth and took two steps back, trying hard not to rub his feet like Zhang Yilian did.

"Have you practiced it too?"

She asked a question.

Yang Zheng shook his head: "I haven't practiced, I just have better physical fitness."

After that, he also asked: "Are you coming again?"

Yang Xiuwen was in a dilemma for a moment.

She has trained professionally and is more aware than Yang Zheng of the huge gap caused by the difference in physical fitness.

Just like that.

She kicked forward, but Yang Zheng blocked it with his hand.

Then her feet were not as hard as other people's hands.

How is this played?

unless……

"Sister Xiuwen, take this! Since he's taking it so well, hit him harder!"

Zhang Yilian threw a wooden stick to Yang Xiuwen.

Unless with weapons.

Yang Xiuwen held the wooden stick and looked at Yang Zheng: "It's not too late for you to leave now."

Yang Zheng ignored her and just looked at Zhang Yilian and said, "You only got 88 points."

It turns out that he doesn't even deserve 100 points.

But after removing the filter, the appearance is 95, the figure is -2, and the temperament is destroyed -5, leaving only 88.

After saying this.

Without waiting for Yang Xiuwen to take action.

He walked over first.

Yang Xiuwen's eyes flashed, and he raised his stick and swept it towards his thigh.

There is a lot of flesh in this area, so it is not easy to get hurt.

The stick is fast.

But in Yang Zheng's eyes, that was really the case.

He raised his hand and caught it easily, holding it in his hand and pulling it hard.

Yang Xiuwen staggered and the wooden stick in his hand fell out of his hand.

Yang Zheng grabbed the wooden stick with both hands and exerted force.

"Click".

The stick broke in two!

Both Zhang Yilian and Yang Xiuwen looked horrified.

"Are you still playing?"

Yang Zheng threw the broken stick on the ground, looked at Zhang Yilian and asked.

Zhang Yilian was stunned for a moment, then shook her head vigorously.

That is a professional training stick made of ash wood, which is famous for its toughness!

I can break this thing with my bare hands.

I guess I can break her with my bare hands...