As soon as Cen Wei finished speaking, his arm slashed towards the side of Du Mingli's neck. His speed was extremely fast, and the bright red scratches on his wrist almost became an afterimage, tearing the quiet air and biting at Du Mingli.
Du Mingli's pupils shrank, and he twisted his body hard, perfectly avoiding Cen Wei's offensive, the sweat hanging on his temples was thrown away by the huge centrifugal force, and dripped onto the ground in a parabolic "click".
But Cen Wei obviously didn't plan to make Du Mingli admit defeat. His offensive seemed to be very fierce, but in fact he had quietly withdrawn his strength halfway through.
The palm wind suddenly stopped, and he suddenly bent his knees and kicked Du Ming's waist violently!
Du Mingli's throat tightened and his throat was dry. He didn't dodge immediately, but clenched his teeth, intending to take Cen Wei's kick.
But this doesn't mean he gave up. He intends to use this to control Cen Wei's legs and make Cen Wei lose his balance. Close combat can save him a lot of strength, and he will not be consumed by Cen Wei's attack. .
Bang -
a loud, muffled sound.
The offensive of the knee caused Du Mingli to break into a cold sweat in an instant, and even with the palm of his hand covering it, it still made his waist go numb.
But fortunately, he moved fast enough, and with his fingers, he firmly controlled Cen Wei's knee.
Between the light and the flint, Du Mingli's arm muscles tensed, his shoulders slammed, and he tried his best to throw Cen Wei to the ground.
Cen Wei was only surprised for a second, and immediately fell over with Du Mingli's strength.
"Damn it! It's over!"
The rest of the candidates who finished the test did not leave, but formed a circle around the training ground, not far or near, watching the final competition.
"I just said that winning is old!"
"Almost, it's about to fall!"
The candidates' eyes lit up, holding their breaths, waiting for the end of the crash.
In fact, most people have long thought that Du Mingli would win. After all, Du Mingli is experienced and old-fashioned. Such people won the first place, and they would not be too embarrassed.
Du Mingli was naturally overjoyed, as long as he fell Cen Wei to the ground and suppressed several key parts of his waist, eyes and spine, Cen Wei would never break free.
Just as he was about to step forward, the situation changed in an instant.
Although Cen Wei lost his balance and fell to one side, the moment his palm touched the ground, he suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, using his arm as the axis, his body turned 180 degrees with an exaggerated control force. The other leg kicked Du Mingli's head violently with the force of the rotation!
Whoosh -
Du Mingli felt the wind in his ears tighten, and suddenly felt bad. He instinctively let go of Cen Wei and quickly retreated!
Cen Wei's attack swiped right in front of his eyes. He ducked for a second, and he might have a slight concussion.
And Cen Wei bounced up easily the moment Du Mingli let go.
It's just that because of the posture just now, the right arm was under too much pressure, and the scratches that had stopped bleeding were oppressed by the surging blood, oozing blood.
"Damn it! Hide it!"
"How did he kick just now, his waist and abdomen are too strong!"
"It can't be compared, he has played so many games, how does he still have physical strength?"
"I see The older ones are going to lose, and their reactions can't keep up."
Du Mingli's cold sweat had not subsided, but now he was startled and palpitated.
His physical strength really couldn't keep up. Cen Wei's body could still support such a difficult counterattack, but he couldn't.
Du Mingli glanced at Cen Wei's wrist with blood beads hanging on it, and his Adam's apple slipped slowly.
He took two steps back and distanced himself from Cen Wei, intending to give himself time to breathe and catch Cen Wei's weakness.
It wasn't easy for Cen Wei to finish the action just now.
If he did it again, he probably wouldn't be able to exert his strength.
Now the blood vessels in the right wrist are bulging, and the wound is constantly stinging.
His breathing deepened and his eyes became colder.
"Give up, you can't win against me."
Du Mingli showed a calm smile: "Are you kidding me?"
Cen Wei nodded lightly, not intending to give Du Mingli more time to recover, he believed that Du Mingli was tired Only heavier than him.
He quickly pounced on Du Mingli, but when he was about to approach Du Mingli's side, Du Mingli suddenly said, "Why are you hostile to me?"
Cen Wei frowned, obviously Du Mingli's words had an impact on him, and his offensive also slowed down.
Du Mingli then said: "We obviously didn't meet, but you hate me."
"So much nonsense." Cen Wei's face was cold, and he planned to force Du Mingli out of the border with one blow.
The moment he was distracted by his words, Du Mingli shook his hand, suddenly took out a small knife from his pocket, and stabbed it into Cen Wei's chest.
Fighting tests are allowed to bring tools, but these tools are made of special plastic and painted on them, which will only leave marks on people's bodies and will not cause fatal injuries.
Du Mingli chose left and right before the competition, and chose the most common knife.
He believed that Cen Wei had his own preparations, but he who took out the tools first had already lost.
However, he is a consequentialist, as long as he can achieve the final victory, that's fine.
Seeing the plastic blade approaching his chest, Cen Wei did not panic, but pulled his lower lip invisibly.
He flipped the palm of his hand, and at some point, a switchblade appeared in his hand, and a white light suddenly ripped through the air, no more or less, and just stopped at Du Mingli's chest.
The fluorescent powder shook off the plastic blade and stuck to the button on Du Mingli's chest.
Below the button, facing the position of the heart.
"Win!"
"What are you doing? You don't hide!"
"If it is a real situation, if you hurt the enemy, you will be injured yourself, but this is an exam. The rule of the exam is that you will lose if you touch the fatal part, no problem!"
...
The candidates who were watching the battle began to talk about it, and cast envious glances at Cen Wei.
Du Mingli's expression changed, his arms froze in mid-air, his eyes widened, he didn't know how to react.
Cen Wei was taller than him, and his arms were naturally longer than him. The two attacked each other fatally at the same time, and Cen Wei had an advantage over him.
Like now.
The button was already stained with dye, and the tip of his knife was still three centimeters away from Cen Wei's chest.
Almost.
Just a little.
Obviously he was the first to do it, but Cen Wei had better physical strength, faster movements, and longer arms, which led to the current situation.
Cen Wei had obviously guessed that he was going to use a tool. Under the pre-judgment, there were countless ways to avoid counterattacks, but Cen Wei just won't dodge and won him by physical fitness.
The gap of three centimeters was naked in front of him, like a silent humiliation.
This doesn't even mean that his fighting level is worse than Cen Wei's. What he needs to resent is only a natural factor.
But the natural gap can't be changed. Cen Wei seems to be blatantly telling him that you are born a little worse than me.
The supervisor stepped in and separated the two in the middle.
The outcome has been determined, and Cen Wei will get the highest score in the third test, with a full score of 10.
Before Du Mingli came back to his senses, he held the plastic knife so rigidly that the supervisor had to pull it twice before taking it out of his hand.
There was no emotion on Cen Wei's face, and he didn't seem to think that getting a full score was something to be excited about.
He flipped his wrist, handed the plastic knife to the supervisor, and then walked towards the outfield with a calm look on his face.
It was as if he knew the result.
The next step is to simply register, pick up personal items, treat injuries, and leave the test room in order.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when everything was over, and the sky was sinking completely, but the sky above was not monotonous.
In the bottomless night, there is a curved clear moon, quiet and white, under the infection of the summer wind, with the taste of warmth.
Li Rong left him a message at seven o'clock, saying that he would be waiting for him outside.
As soon as Cen Wei got his phone, the message stayed on the screensaver interface, like a deliberately left note, where he could see it at a glance.
Li Rong was indeed waiting in the parking lot of the economic and cultural activity center.
It's just that he didn't expect that he was not the only one waiting for Cen Wei.
Cen Wei's figure appeared from the gate, and Li Rong just raised his arm, ready to wave to Cen Wei.
A black car just ten meters away from him suddenly opened the door, and a slender, well-dressed woman walked out of it, and went straight to Cen Wei.
Li Rong raised his arms to the air and raised his eyebrows, only to realize that the car was so familiar, it was Cen Wei's private car that he had ridden several times.
And the driver is the one he's used to seeing.
He blinked, lowered his arms again, put his hands in his pockets, and stood there, watching not far or near.
Judging from Cen Wei's calm appearance, the exam should have gone very smoothly.
Xiao Muran looked down at the time while walking towards Cen Wei.
She frowned slightly, pulled back her long hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and shouted in a voice that did not lose her literati status: "Why so late?"
She doesn't always care about Cen Wei, but she also knows that she is the descendant of this blood-connected descendant.
Examination in District 9 is no trivial matter, so she deliberately pushed all the invitations and came to the examination room to pick up Cen Wei.
This kind of thing is very unfamiliar to her. After all, when Cen Wei was still young, she only asked the driver at home to pick him up from school.
She is not used to expressing her concerns, because she has been taught implicitly since she was a child.
Cen Wei was surprised, his eyes first looked around, but in the dark, in the crowd of people, it was difficult for him to find Li Rong's shadow.
Then he turned his attention to Xiao Muran again: "Why are you here?"
Xiao Muran paused, the mother and son were one meter apart, without any intimacy or warm verbal communication.
After a long time, Xiao Muran said solemnly, "Your father and I will always have one when you take the exam in District 9."
"Oh." Cen Weiying was nonchalant.
Xiao Muran didn't know how to react to such a nonchalant attitude for a while, so she could only ask dryly: "How was the test?"
Cen Wei: "First."
The topic was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing's terminated.
Xiao Muran couldn't find anything to say, so he turned around and said lightly: "Get in the car and go back."
Cen Wei didn't move: "You go back first, I have something to do."
Xiao Muran paused and turned around: " What else do you have to do?"
Cen Wei said calmly, "I didn't know you came here, but I already made an appointment with someone."
After that, Cen Wei took out his mobile phone and skillfully played Li Rong's phone number.
Li Rong did not intend to join the 'joyful' scene of mother and son meeting.
Looking back on the last life, Xiao Muran seems to be strongly opposed to Cen Wei's relationship with him, and Cen Wei almost broke with his parents because of this.
Jane has complained to him more than once about this, so that when Li Rong sees Xiao Muran now, he always has a hunch that he will have a big show.
He still didn't want to have an intersection with Cen Wei's parents, and he didn't even want to get into pointless arguments.
But Cen Wei's phone call just came.
Li Rong sighed lightly and had to pick up the phone: "Hello."
Cen Wei: "Where?"
The same noise came from the phone, Li Rong covered his left ear and increased the volume: "I see you, but Your family is here, you can go home first."
Cen Wei: "Well, at the entrance of the cafe across the road, I'll find you later."
Li Rong: "Oh?"
He was slightly surprised, but he didn't insist on letting Cen Wei Go back, after all, he specially prepared dinner in the house he rented, and he didn't want to waste it.
However, he found that Cen Wei didn't seem to want him to meet Xiao Muran either.
Li Rong hung up the phone, turned around and walked across the road.
Xiao Muran: "Who are you looking for, Jane Fu?"
Cen Wei chuckled: "When did I talk to Jane Fu so softly?"
Xiao Muran's heart was full of alarm, and she couldn't believe it: "...You are in love. ?"
Cen Wei didn't answer directly, he put away his phone: "He doesn't like waiting for others, he prefers others to wait for him, I'll go first."
Xiao Muran was impatient: "You..."
But Cen Wei didn't look back. gone.
Li Rong was pacing back and forth within two meters of the entrance of the cafe. After waiting for about three minutes, he saw Cen Wei cross the road, step on the stone steps, and walk towards him.
Li Rong was not reserved. Seeing that Cen Wei was almost in front of him, he opened his arms and first gave Cen Wei a hug.
He only wore a thin single layer of clothing, and he hugged him, as if body temperature could also be passed along the clothing.
Li Rong took a deep breath, wrapped his arms around Cen Wei's waist, slowly tightened his arms, and put his chin on Cen Wei's shoulder: "What if your mother left and let her see it?"
Li Rong smelled dry and pleasant. The scent of scented tea, he just changed a laundry detergent these days, and is using it vigorously.
Cen Wei chuckled lightly, clasped Li Rong's back, and gently stroked his palm on the back he missed especially: "You already hugged, are you still afraid of this?"
"Of course I'm afraid, I'm the one who was smashed over 500,000 yuan to persuade him to break up."
He still keeps the bracelet that Song Yuanyuan's mother threw to him. The Song family really counts. He separated from Song Yuanyuan, and he didn't want to return the bracelet. .
"Oh..." Cen Wei's palm slowly slid down, and wrinkled the hem of the clothes. Only one millimeter away, he was able to stroke the beautiful outline with obvious ups and downs, but his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the palm tightened, pressing Li Rong on the In his arms, his voice was low, "Then how much am I worth?"
Li Rong rubbed Cen Wei's shoulder, licked his lower lip, and his eyelids trembled a few times.
He smiled and looked at the plump moon in the distant sky, and asked softly, "Want to hear the truth or the lie?"
Cen Wei was not in a hurry, he wanted to hear Li Rong's voice more than the answer.
He hadn't heard it for three days, and he really missed it.
"Let's talk about it."
"I'm so poor, five million is enough." Li Rong sighed.
Cen Wei was not angry either. For his family, five million was indeed available.
"Well, what about the lie?"
Li Rong gritted his teeth gently, his eyelids folded deeply: "This is a lie."
Cen Wei raised his eyebrows lightly: "What about the truth?"
Li Rong was silent for a while, Cen Wei could only Hear his even breathing.
Cen Wei didn't rush, and waited quietly. Anyway, it's not surprising that Li Rong said any answer that made fun of him.
After a while, Li Rong released the hug.
He raised his eyes and looked directly into Cen Wei's eyes, and said in a very ordinary but serious tone, "You can buy the price of my life."