Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

"Give me a good 120 points of energy and use [-] points of strength! If you lose someone by then, I will ask you!"

Lu Ze smiled and put the half pack of 1916 that Lao Wang put on the table into his pocket.

"Don't worry, they will definitely play 120 points and use [-] points of strength!"

"Who?"

The corner of Director Wang's mouth twitched, his eyes were fixed on his cigarette, and he asked a little doubtfully.

"They...the group of American students."

After finishing speaking, Lu Ze clutched his pocket, quickened his pace and rushed out of the office.

Director Wang, who was sitting on the office chair behind him, kept grinning and shaking his head.

"This kid..."

"What a big breath..."

On the campus, because it was the weekend, there were few people.

Lu Ze, who walked out of the teaching building, spread out the paper in his hand, took a look, then folded it a few times and stuffed it into his pocket.

How can I describe his current thoughts and feelings...

It's actually quite complicated...

If you want to pick one of the most representative words, it should be disappointment!

I thought that these aggressive American exchange groups would organize some exciting and challenging projects.

As a result, that's all?

Talent competition aside, it is basically a reserved item in this kind of educational exchanges.

But others, such as wilderness survival, student financial management, simulated reconnaissance...

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't know these things in advance, he would have suspected that these projects were tailor-made for class thirteen.

So, he was a little disappointed.

If you want to let yourself take the entire thirteenth class and spend a month on these projects.

For him, it does feel that the price-performance ratio is not high.

So, regarding this so-called exchange, he has to find a way... Add some more!

One month of training time, then you have to play the most effective.

Otherwise, it would be better to arrange point-to-point special training for people he trusts like Tan Jiaping did!

In the empty campus, Lu Ze put his hands in his pockets, tightened his shirt, and came to the school gate.

He raised his hand and pushed open the slightly closed iron door on the right.

"Crackling..." in a harsh voice.

Looking at the dark crowd in front of him, Tan Jiaping looked a little dazed.

It was his first time to this kind of place.

Two worlds completely different from the place where I lived before.

Hot-blooded men and women, hidden in the darkness waving their fists crazily, screaming excitedly, swearing without cover...

And all this is caused by the octagonal cage surrounded by barbed wire in the center of the room.

In the extremely restless atmosphere, the boy turned his head to glance at the calm man beside him, and couldn't help asking.

"Brother Mo...this is?"

The man ignored Tan Jiaping, and walked towards a place in the corner that looked like a bar.

Tan Jiajiaping frowned and followed behind the man.

At this moment, he had just deliberately observed the two people who were fighting in the cage.

Has a strong mixed martial arts foundation.

It is not difficult to judge from the way they shoot and their control of strength and rhythm.

These two people have a lot of practical experience.

If it were him to fight against either of the two.

Want to win... I guess it will take a lot of time and effort.

"call......."

The boy following the man let out a long breath.

Not because of nervousness or fear or repression.

Instead, he found that the closer he got to the octagonal cage, the stronger the excitement and impulse from the heart...

This strange feeling made it difficult for him to adapt for a while.

In front of the bar, Mo Fei leaned his body on the countertop, and nodded to a woman in revealing clothes sitting on the counter.

"My surname is Mo, should Chen Liang contact you?"

After hearing these words, the woman's head suddenly lifted.

He glanced at Mo Fei with deep curiosity in his eyes.

"Is it you who want to fight for the lead?"

Mo Fei didn't speak, he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and glanced at the woman's chest through the mist.

Then he smiled and took out a card and threw it on the table.

Just about to speak.

With a sound of "snap!", Tan Jiaping beside him suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the card tightly.

"Brother Mo, what did you just say? You want to fight for the top?"

Mo Fei turned around and looked at Tan Jiaping calmly.

"Still the one with the colorful head?"

"You're crazy... Brother Mo!"

From the surprised expression on the boy's face, it can be seen that he is trying his best to organize his words.

But in the end, he could only say a very pale sentence "crazy".

The reason for this is because in his understanding, only the word crazy can describe Mo Fei's behavior at this time.

This is a battle for the top...

When he was a child, he heard many stories about fighting for the top from the old man who taught him boxing in the mountains.

But the endings of these stories are unusually similar.

Those who were full of ambitions and proposed to fight for the top, in the end, none of them could retreat from that small arena...

To put it bluntly, if you don't have the ability to overwhelm everyone, you won't be able to compete for the top spot.

It's just a joke that lost his wife and lost his army......

With a cigarette in his mouth, Mo Fei smiled and looked at him without saying a word for a while, then turned to face the woman behind the bar.

"How many people are willing to participate?"

The woman smiled and sized Mo Fei's unusually burly body.

"twelve!"

"Row!"

Mo Fei patted Tan Jiaping's hand away from the bank card, picked up the card between two fingers, and handed it to the woman.

"There are 20 million in this card!"

The moment she heard this number, the woman's eyes became more charming than before. She bit her lip lightly with her white teeth, straightened her upper body slightly, and when she bent down, she touched Mo Fei's finger.

"So much money? How do you want to play?"

The ending of the last word was deliberately elongated, and the implied meaning was particularly obvious!

Mo Fei smiled.

"Not counting odds, 20 yuan."

"Wheel battles, three games a day, whoever wins, the money... will be his!"

"Brother is big!"

The woman stretched out her hand and took the card in Mo Fei's hand. Using the cover of darkness, she gently scratched Mo Fei's palm with her little finger.

"Then do you think I will help you arrange it now, a quick battle? Or take a break and play again, thin water ~ long flow?"

The expression on Mo Fei's face remained calm.

Deliberately pretending not to understand another layer of meaning in the woman's words.

With a smile, he patted Tan Jiaping on the shoulder vigorously.

"Arrange now!"

"Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you."

"I'm not fighting for the leader..."

"It's him fighting!"

Chapter 203 The American delegation came prepared

"What... I fight?"

The expression on Tan Jiaping's face was extremely surprised, he pointed at himself with his mouth wide open.

"Yes, it's up to you!"

"I......"

"20, this is all my savings!"

Mo Fei glanced at Tan Jiaping, reached out and patted Tan Jiaping on the shoulder.

"You won, I will keep the money to marry my wife and have children."

"If you lose, the money belongs to someone else!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Fei took a look in the direction of the octagonal cage, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Get ready, let's play!"

"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty. I promised you, Mr. Lu, that I will train you out, so I can only gamble!"

Tan Jiaping was completely dumbfounded. He glanced at the woman holding the bank card in her hand, and raised her hand to pull the card over.

However, the woman just fell back slightly, and then looked at Tan Jiaping with a playful face.

"Little brother, buy it and let it go..."

"Today's leader, if you fight for it, you have to fight, if you don't fight...you have to fight!"

"Of course, don't worry too much. If you lose... I can also consider becoming a wife for this handsome guy..."

"In this way, won't you save your wife money?"

The woman's eyes shifted, looking up and down on Mo Fei.

Tan Jiaping's heart... mixed flavors!

It's not that he's afraid of being in the ring.

I just feel that this gamble is indeed a bit big.

The man in front of him threw out 20 yuan without blinking an eye to let him compete for the top spot.

Such bets and chips.......

If he loses, he may not be clear for the rest of his life!