The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 167 The Golden Afternoon
With the announcement of "the winner is the private Yuxin Senior High School", unlike the cheers of the tsunami after the last victory, a small number of spectators left straight away, and most of the crowd gathered around the waiting area of ​​Yali Middle School past.

Members of the opposing club led the crowd to meet up with the captain Mo Hua who was standing in the middle of the field in a daze.The wind brought "I have played very well." "2:3 is also great." Such comforting voices.

Suddenly, holding the poke ball, Mo Hua rushed out of the crowd and shouted at Cheng Che who was slowly walking towards his seat: "Cheng Che from Yuxin, you are the owner of the Golden City Fighting Gym, right?"

"Yes." Cheng Che turned around and replied.

"I'll come back to challenge the gymnasium battle after a while, and fight me in an air battle again."

Cheng Che raised his phone and shook it, and responded loudly: "Yes, remember to make an appointment."

Looking back, everyone in Yuxin had already left.

"You did well," Qiao Kui, who was walking in the front, praised with a smile, "Hurry up and get in the car, let's go." He detoured Cheng Che and walked towards the bus.

Nazi's pretty face nodded to him, then disappeared in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already in the bus.

"Thank you," Yan Zhihui bowed to Cheng Che, and quickly chased after Qiao Kui's figure.

"Let's have some air combat when I have time," Shunfu lightly punched him and walked towards the bus.

Finally, it was Atsushi Uemura who greeted Cheng Che, "Well played, thanks to you."

"Wait, wait," Cheng Che hastily stopped him from patting himself on the shoulder, "I'm a little tired, don't pat me. I understand."

Cheng Che's mind was a little numb to Junfu's touch just now, and he didn't react.Because I am already the last player, in order to increase the winning rate as much as possible, I used see through throughout the two games.Now all he felt was deep exhaustion.

"Are you okay?"

From the surface, Cheng Che's abnormality could not be seen, and his mental exhaustion was not to the point of being overdrawn, and it would not be reflected on his face, but Cheng Che looked sleepy, and his eyes kept blinking.

"It's okay, it's okay," Cheng Che waved his hand, "I'll go back to the car and sleep."

After finishing speaking, he took the initiative to trot away to the bus. The mental fatigue has not been implicated in the physical body, and there is a subtle feeling of disconnection between the two.

On the other side, the three people from the TV station were packing up the equipment, and Qian Yu, who was humming softly, had obvious joy on her face.

"As a result, this time I just took an entry, and the exit was all teleported away," the cameraman complained melancholy, picking up the heavy camera.I worked overtime for half a day on Saturday, and I didn't get any footage.

Qian Yu, who was walking aside, gently kicked away the stones on the road, "Didn't you capture the whole process of the battle?"

"It's useless, isn't it? Nazi didn't even show up."

"Cheng Che is on the stage." Qian Yu looked at the back of the young man who had been edited to less than a second when he was first seen. "Maybe he will be used in his shows in the future."

Hiding in the middle of the bus, closing the curtains and fastening the seat belt, Cheng Che gradually fell asleep amidst the steady and regular white noise of the vehicle.

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"Cheng Che, Cheng Che, get up." It was Qiao Kui's voice.

Cheng Che, who was leaning back on the chair, reached out and rubbed his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the girl's slightly apologetic gaze, "Are you at school yet?"

Qiao Kui let go of his shoulders, and explained softly: "No, it's still in Asaba City. We've already taken a good seat, and we're having afternoon tea here. Are you coming? Or continue to lie down on the bus for a while?"

"Go down and have something to eat." After sleeping for a while, Cheng Che felt his stomach after recovering a lot. "I just had lunch early today, so I'm a little hungry."

Standing up and looking around, there were only the two of them left in the bus.

As soon as he got out of the car door, Cheng Che could smell the grass and water vapor.This is the embankment of a small river, and a large area of ​​grass spreads on the winding embankment to the end of the field of vision.Pieces of umbrella covers and picnic cloths were set up in the middle of the grass, and waiters kept carrying food boxes from a nearby restaurant and placed them on the picnic cloths.

"The environment is really good," Cheng Che took a deep breath.

Qiao Kui turned around and smiled, "Of course, I chose."

"I knew it." Cheng Che stretched and moaned comfortably.

Yuxin Middle School Elf Battle Club reserved two seats. Nazi was sitting alone on a picnic cloth, looking at the unknown river flowing quietly, with a cup of tea beside her.Ibrahimovic was lying on her knees, his cheeks were bulging, and several pieces of delicate Japanese pastries were missing from the plate not far away.

This scene made Cheng Che inexplicably feel a little distressed.

"Before Xin Ming left, she said: Nazi, don't always be so cold to your classmates." Cheng Che smiled and sat down cross-legged, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sweet, waxy but not greasy, tastes good.

"You say that, as if senior sister has passed away," Qiao Kui glanced at him, straightened her legs, and sat on the picnic cloth.I'm wearing cropped pants today, so it's okay.

Nazi stretched out her hand to caress Ibrahimovic's back, and said nothing quietly.

Swallowing the dumpling, Cheng Che asked the question that he had been wanting to ask on the bus today: "Why did you let me be the last contestant to play today? What if I lose? Doesn't it guarantee that Nazi will win if she plays?"

In the car, the students were very optimistic that they would win 3:1 or even 3:0 today, so it was inconvenient for him to ask this question.

"If you have no way to win against such an opponent, then it's pointless for me to drag you to the finals." Na Zi explained lightly.

"That's it," Qiao Kui shrugged, pulled a cushion and leaned her back against it, showing her beautiful curves, "Nazie suggested it to me, and I think she's right."

Cheng Che picked up another dumpling and sighed, "You two are really cruel women."

"You need to speed up your growth," Qiao Kui took a dumpling after she sat down firmly, "Wanlong and Cattleya are not a combination that Nazi can handle alone."

"I see," Cheng Che sighed leisurely, he is still not the opponent of last year's Wanlong.

The triple room fell silent for a while.

Slightly frustrated, Cheng Che concentrated on eliminating dim sum, which is indeed the famous restaurant chosen by Qiao Kui.

Nazi, who was quietly enjoying the afternoon breeze, felt that such an atmosphere was just right.She likes to be quiet, but she will feel lonely and lonely because of the quietness of only herself.This kind of quietness with people you don't hate is just right.

Qiao Kui, who was sitting on the other side, quietly took out her phone.In the eager anticipation of Cheng Che's group, I edited the photos taken in today's game into a post.After thinking about it, choose to be anonymous.Send, share today's little joy.

Like the autumn maple leaves rendered by the sun, the afternoon after the game exudes a warm and leisurely golden yellow.

(End of this chapter)