Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Normally, Fu Jing rarely goes to the fencing club, and there are usually people here to help him take care of things.

He spends most of his time in the stadium helping coaches and mentoring his younger brothers and sisters.

He just arrived today and heard that a customer asked him to be his sparring partner.

"I told you before, I won't be a sparring partner." Fu Jing took off his coat, took out his phone and opened WeChat.

Fu Yan didn't reply to him.

"Brother Fu, people over there say he belongs to the Huo family, the head of the Huo family in Nancheng, Huo Mingzheng."

Fu Jing paused while sliding his phone, remembering that Ji Lin had told him about Fu Yan's identity, but he didn't know about another relationship between Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

He turned around and said, "Okay, I'll change clothes."

Qin Heng originally wanted to ask Huo Minzheng to go out for a drink, but he heard that he had come to the fencing club. His place was very close to here, and it only took five minutes to drive there.

"What's wrong with the hand?" He is a doctor and has high professional sensitivity.

As Huo Minzheng put on his fencing uniform, he glanced at the back of his hand nonchalantly. In his mind, he could see the woman's charming and tearful appearance, biting her lip for fear of making a sound, her loving eyes looking at him and begging him.

She probably didn't even know that her look was actually not pitiful at all, like an emotional cat.

He said casually: "The cat scratched it."

"Hey, where is the cat that dares to scratch the prince of the Huo family?" Qin Heng gloated.

"wildcat."

"Why don't you hurry up and get the rabies vaccine?"

Qin Heng reminded him sincerely that being scratched by a wild cat was not a trivial matter. The prince of the Huo family was so precious that he could not make any mistakes.

Unexpectedly, Huo Minzheng glanced at him when he heard this. He was confused but also felt angry for no reason.

Did he say something wrong?

Huo Mingzheng walked out with his helmet in hand, "I scratched too much, and I have antibodies."

Qin Heng: "...?"

Fu Jing changed his clothes and came to the fencing hall, with his assistant following him.

Entering the door, Fu Jing was still looking at his mobile phone. He teased: "Brother Fu, are you in love?"

"Soon." Fu Jing teased him.

The assistant was shocked, "Have you finally bloomed?"

The conversation between the two was neither loud nor quiet. The venue was empty and quiet, and could be heard from a distance.

"Ding" sound.

Fu Jing was so familiar with this sound that he stopped and looked up the steps.

The man in the fencing uniform was tall and majestic, and his face could not be seen with the helmet on, but his innate sense of dignity was too strong to be ignored.

The man was holding a long sword, and his movements looked professional and he had been trained. The sound just now was the crisp sound of the sword's blade.

"Mr. Huo, this is Fu Jing." The assistant came forward to introduce.

Huo Minzheng looked through his helmet, his eyes sharp and cold, "I know."

Fu Jing put the helmet in his right hand on the left and reached out his hand, "Mr. Huo."

The atmosphere stagnated for two seconds.

Huo Minzheng reached out and shook it.

Qin Heng stood aside and muttered to himself, why is this atmosphere a bit weird?

……

In the first round, Fu Jing's long sword was directly knocked down by Huo Minzheng.

"Is this your professional level?" Huo Minzheng said indifferently.

And Fu Jing really didn't expect that Huo Mingzheng's fencing level was so high that he could rival professional players.

He was letting his guard down, and Huo Minzheng also saw through it.

He is an opponent worthy of all efforts.

Fu Jing picked up the sword again, "Sorry."

Qin Heng is not interested in fencing, but this does not affect his nervous state of mind, especially since the two people on the stage have equal offensive and defensive capabilities, and no one can find any flaws in the other.

With a sword, Huo Mingzheng almost attacked Fu Jing, but Fu Jing raised his sword and managed to avoid it. Qin Heng stood up nervously, and then Huo Mingzheng was also almost stabbed, and he almost screamed.

He is not so nervous when performing surgery on a patient!

Until there were two dings, red lights lit up on both of them at the same time.

The two sides tied.

Fu Jing took off his helmet first and walked towards Huo Mingzheng with his long legs, and Huo Mingzheng also took off his helmet.

The difference was that Fu Jing's hair was wet with sweat, while Huo Minzheng only had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Mr. Huo has a very high level. I apologize for my previous indifference." Fu Jing stretched out his hand and saw Huo Minzheng's appearance clearly. No wonder the outside world commented on him that way.

Huo couldn't avoid it.

Huo Minzheng shook his hand and said, "To each other."

After walking off the stage, Qin Heng handed Huo Minzheng water, "I thought you would beat him."

Huo Minzheng raised his head to drink water, his Adam's apple dropped, his tight skin was covered with a layer of sweat, and the raging hormones were boiling.

He exhaled hot air from his mouth and screwed on the bottle cap, "He is the Olympic champion. I can beat him casually. Who do you think I am?"

Qin Heng was furious, "That's right, you are a little worse than him."

Huo Minzheng glanced at him coldly and threw the water bottle at him. Qin Heng took it with both hands and looked at his back as he walked onto the stage, feeling happy.

Until late at night, the two of them were tied, and no one could win.

It's been a long time since Fu Jing had competed with someone so heartily.

Huo Mingzheng is not only high-level, but also has amazing physical strength.

After five games, his heartbeat was obviously accelerating, but when he got close to Huo Minzheng, he found that his aura was still very stable. He would be a formidable opponent on the field.

After two dings, red lights lit up on the two of them.

Huo Mingzheng won.

Fu Jing took off his helmet. He was already going all out. His chest was rising and falling sharply. He was panting and walked towards Huo Mingzheng, but this time, it was Huo Mingzheng who reached out his hand first.

Fu Jing stretched out his hand and held it.

Huo Mingzheng reminded him with a voice that only two people could hear: "You are indeed excellent, but you just need to develop in your professional field. Don't mess with people you shouldn't touch."

Fu Jing paused slightly, but he was not confused. "Who is Mr. Huo talking about?"

"You don't know?" The man's voice was full of oppression.

Fu Jing's face was damp with sweat. "If you're talking about Fu Yan, I'm sorry, I like her."

A dangerous cold light burst out from the man's eyes, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips, "Do you know her? Just say you like her."

Fu Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "As long as she gives me a chance, I can slowly get to know her."

"Then try it."

……

Qin Heng accompanied Huo Minzheng to change clothes. He leaned against the cabinet door and looked at the man who felt refreshed after taking a shower. "What are you muttering about on stage?"

Huo Minzheng said nothing.

Qin Heng, however, glanced at his palms and said, "Hey, there are blood blisters on them. Why are you working so hard? He doesn't want to win a gold medal!"

"Why didn't I think you were so interested in fencing before? It's rare for you and Fu Jingqi to meet each other, right?"

Huo Minzheng paused while putting on his clothes.

Then he put his arms through it and adjusted the cuffs slowly, "He is not my opponent yet."

"You almost lost." Qin Heng reminded him desperately.

"You said it was close, but in the end I won."

Qin Heng couldn't see how arrogant he was, and couldn't find the words to fight back. Thinking of something, he said excitedly: "I remembered it, no wonder Fu Jing looks familiar, isn't he the one who went on a blind date with your fairy cousin? "

Huo Mingzheng adjusted the collar of his shirt, put on his suit, and strode out with a dark gray coat in his hand. The wind that blew by was so chill that Qin Heng shivered.

"Where to go?"

Huo Mingzheng didn't look back, "Don't you want to drink?"

Qin Heng quickly followed him. Why did he feel that Huo Minzheng was in a bad mood tonight?

Who messed with him?

Who dares to provoke him?