The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 320
In the embrace, Qiao Kui's body tensed suddenly, and then slowly relaxed, completely snuggling up against Cheng Che's chest, wrapping her arms around his waist, as if she wanted to crush herself into his arms.

Cheng Che only felt like he was holding a cup of cool jelly, and finally had time to savor it carefully. It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. The crescent moon eyes that were close at hand narrowed, as if clear moonlight was dripping from them.

The pair of intoxicated and joyful crescent eyes widened suddenly, showing a look of fear and surprise, Qiao Kui's body trembled unceasingly, and began to wriggle uneasily, trying to break free from Cheng Che's embrace.

However, if a trainer who cultivates elf combat and a fighter who is already a master have zero-distance contact, it is almost impossible for the trainer to break free from the embrace of the fighter.

"Oh!" Qiao Kui moaned.

Just as Qiao Kui's starry eyes were dazed, his whole body was weak, and he collapsed into Cheng Che's arms completely defeated, an old man walking by the river passed by, coughed heavily, and said loudly, "Young people nowadays are really indecent! In broad daylight...world style Under the sun!"

While walking on purpose, he also used his crutches to hit the ground with a loud "tuk-tuk" sound.

"The world is going down, the world is going down!"

Shouted by passers-by, even Cheng Che, who was as thick as a city wall, couldn't help but let go of his strength.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Kui violently pushed Cheng Che away, pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, lowered her head, and kicked Cheng Che's calf forcefully, "Smelly rascal."

The most coquettish voice scolded the harshest words.

Cheng Che bowed his back and smiled embarrassingly, his mind was still reminiscing about the sweet fruit just now, and he bent down hard to control his reaction so that no one would become angry from embarrassment.

"Only once there is a net victory, how can you kiss me again." Qiao Kui found that Cheng Che didn't see any pain from him after kicking, so he immediately made up for it without any politeness.

Kissing is a beast and a rogue, but not kissing is worse than a beast, and they are not worthy of being a hooligan.Then how to choose, do you still have to ask?

"The net victory is my kissing you," Cheng Che argued, "it doesn't count if you kiss me."

"There are so many reasons!" The kick was weak, and Qiao Kui hammered Cheng's chest continuously with small fists, "It's because you remembered wrongly, and you just want to make excuses for playing hooligans."

"..." Cheng Che had a flash of inspiration, pretended to be retreating in a row, and covered his chest with his hands in pain, as if he had received some elf's melee combat.

Sure enough, Qiao Kui stopped, and stopped looking for reasons to criticize Cheng Che. She quietly buried her head in Cheng Che's arms, changed the subject, and went back to the beginning, "Yesterday, my sister gave it to me. A video of participating in a doubles match."

"Ah."

On the last day of the year, Cheng Che recalled the colorful summer that had passed this year.

At that time, there was an elf competition for the first time, a doubles competition for the first time, and a girl who was half-coaxed and half-told to run every day.

Qiao Kui, who was buried in his head, didn't notice Cheng Che's eyes, and continued: "I noticed that in the competition where the fearless boy evolved, Zhan Wulang was in a very special state, and so were you. I checked the information, I think this is the effect that the power of the waveguide can be temporarily transferred to a certain extent to strengthen the elves."

"Is that so?" Cheng Che's attention was attracted by Qiao Kui's words, and he asked seriously, "What should I do."

"I don't know exactly how to do it," Qiao Kui raised her head and looked up at Cheng Che, "but I guess it's the will to fight, the desire to win. Not only yours, but also the elves', Things like this are only possible when the two of you are highly aligned."

"Well," Cheng Che recalled that match in a low voice—of course he wanted to win, but Zhan Wulang's will to fight at that time was not to be underestimated. The power seems to build a bridge between the two.

Then there was a follow-up, Zhan Wulang was hospitalized and found that the residue of waveguide power was absorbed, and then he was asked by Dr. Huang from the third hospital to continue to participate in his research projects in the future.

Could it be that the key point for Zhan Wulang to learn the key points of wave missiles lies in the will to fight?
Seeing Cheng Cheruo's realization, Qiao Kui was very relieved, and asked in a soft voice while rolling his eyes: "The last time was for Nazi, you did it. This time, if you meet Shakiras in the competition , can you do it again for me?"

It is also for the belief of victory, for different people, what kind of weight does he have in his heart?
"En," Cheng Che responded softly, and fell silent again.

In that match, Zhan Wulang was fighting for dignity, so what was he fighting for?It seems to be because of the genius girl standing next to him, to prove that he is not too far behind her.

After more than half a year, the gap is still so big.

Qiao Kui let go, replaced Cheng Che's collar, took a step back, and stood in front of Cheng Che as usual.

But Cheng Che knew that something was different, and he couldn't let the girl lose all her reserve.

Emotionally, men always have to take the initiative and not make girls sad.

"Qiao Kui." Cheng Che unconsciously clenched his fists hanging by his side, and said solemnly, "I like you."

Jiang Feng came over curiously and blew the girl's short hair. Even if it was just sporty makeup, she was cuter than before.

Such Qiao Kui pursed her lips, her small nose twitched slightly, and threw herself into Cheng Che's arms, crying, "Idiot."

Is this a promise?Cheng Che put his arms around her shoulders, feeling as if he was sitting on a rocking chair under the porch in winter, basking in the sun, warm and at ease.

Qiao Kui raised her face again, crystal clear tears slid down her fair cheeks, "What about Nazi?"

"You are willing to choose me, it is already the greatest luck in my life," Cheng Che lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops one by one.

"Well," Qiao Kui quickly made up his mind, "You are serious about preparing for the final tonight, I will go and tell her."

Sorry, Nazi, you lost.

　It was released, and the driving roads of about 300 characters were closed.

　　It was originally a chapter of emotional outbursts, but now it turns out to be bland, tearful

　　
　
(End of this chapter)