Fist, sharp fist fell on Mo Jian's face, chest, abdomen like a tide, Han Zhu's almost crazy fist only made Mo Jian feel like he was trapped in a hurricane.

He fought back, even though he was trapped in the hurricane, Mo Jian resolutely waved his fist and rushed towards Han Zhi with all his strength. This was his answer. Even though he had seen the upcoming tragic ending, he chose to fall down without reservation with all his might.

There is no dodging, no escape, no humming, there is only the dull collision sound that is heard in the intertwined fists. Perhaps this is no longer a fight but a fight, the most primitive way of fighting.

Everyone looked at the two people in Taichung silently. Namjoon was like this, Ye Zi was like this, and even Zhang Bao, who had always been unable to hold back his anger.

However, perhaps each of them had already seen the ending in Mo Jian's swaying figure, but so what could this be? It was just because this was his choice. As long as he was still standing, who could question his choice?

Mo Jian's body was like a wall hitting a hammer, collapsed bit by bit. First, his abdomen was like several holes being knocked open, and even the pain could not be sensed. Then, his chest, his ribs were moaning overwhelmed under the crazy force, and his heart was beating slowly in his chest, which was becoming increasingly depressed. Mo Jian could no longer know whether his chin was broken, because the only thing he could still sense was his constantly waving arm.

As the consciousness gradually faded away, Mo Jian's blood-stained vision became blurry, and the almost crazy face that caught his eyes was also distorted. His arms were swung less and less often, and the speed of falling was slower and slower. What kind of feeling is the limit?

The shaking feeling that continued like an angry wave to the depths of his soul had completely brought Mo Jian into the vortex of his limit. The moment his heavy arm fell, he also lost consciousness and lowered his head.

However, for Han Zhi, this did not mean the end of the battle. He waved his fist to Mo Jian again and again. The dull collision sound did not stop for a long time. Until Mo Jian collapsed on the ring without moving, Han Zhi lowered his hands and gasped for a big breath.

This fight was not his complete victory. He was also hit by Mo Jian's countless fists. Although he could still stand at this moment, it was undoubtedly very difficult.

After a severe gasp, Han Zhu straightened his waist and quietly looked at Mo Jian who was lying in front of him, which was like a pile of minced meat. After a while, he slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes again, and walked off the ring without looking back.

"You won." Just as Han Zhu walked to the door, a slow voice came from behind him.

"Yes." Han Zhu paused slightly and walked out without looking back.

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Mo Jian woke up faintly from the darkness, and the moment he opened his eyes, his body also felt like it was shattered and bursts of pain that he could not bear.

As the faint moan sounded, the light instantly pierced his eyes.

"You're awake."

In his blurry sight, Mo Jian vaguely caught a tall figure and walked to him. After a while, Mo Jian also completely adapted to the bright lights falling above him, and at this time, Nam Joon was sitting by the bed.

"I lost."

Namjoon smiled faintly, "Everyone always loses, not to mention that you don't have the idea of ​​winning."

Mo Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly, "You seem to know everything."

Namjoon smiled and said, "For me, there are only two things in this world. One is something I know and the other is something I don't want to know."

Mo Jian couldn't help laughing again after hearing this, "You are so stinky."

Namjoon took out a box of cigarettes, lit one, and said, "This is not a stinky fart, but confidence."

Mo Jian turned his head and looked out the window where the sky was completely unaware of, "Where are them?"

Namjoon replied lightly: "It should be still in class."

Mo Jian couldn't help asking, "What time is now?"

Namjoon vomited a thick smoke and smiled faintly: "Don't worry, it's getting autumn, it's always getting darker sooner, and now it's only less than eight o'clock."

"Is that right?" Mo Jian turned his head and looked directly at the bright light above his head, "Is summer over?"

Namjoon couldn't help but smile faintly. He understood that Xia Tian had some special significance for both a teenager like Mo Jian and for him.

"You don't have to worry about school. Although Xiao Han is really serious, your injury is not serious and you should be cured in a few days."

"Yes." Mo Jian still looked at the shaking light bulb on his head without knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Namjoon slowly stood up, "I won't disturb you to rest, they should almost finish school later." After that, he slowly walked out.

"Yes." Mo Jian responded lightly.

Just as Namjoon pushed open the door, he remembered something and turned to look at Mo Jian, "By the way, Xiaohong asked me to tell you that if you still want to practice, go find him at any time."

Mo Jian smiled faintly when he heard the sound, "Thank him for me."

"Okay." Namjoon turned around, waved his hand, closed the door and walked out.

Mo Jian once again turned his gaze to the dazzling light bulb. Not long after Namjoon left, Li Tianying and others walked into Mo Jian's room with lunch boxes.

After dinner, Li Tianying and others also informed Mo Jian about the school. Although Jin Hongxue was really a difficult person to deal with, at least he finally criticized Mo Jian for the half-day vacation under Li Tianying's explanation.

After a night of rest, although there were still pains on Mo Jian's body, it was obviously no longer as unbearable as yesterday.

After Mo Jian returned to school, the first person to come to him was Tan Li. Facing Tan Li who was very concerned about him, Mo Jian did not hide it from him, and then Jin Hongxue also came to him. Although there was obvious trauma on Mo Jian's face, how could Jin Hongxue's doubts be difficult to stop Mo Jian?

What Mo Jian is most difficult to deal with is Shi Xue. Perhaps for Mo Jian, her resentful eyes are the most lethal weapon in the world.

A few days passed by, and Mo Jian's injuries gradually healed. Although he did not go to Namjun as diligently as before in the past few days, he would always stay at Namjun for a while almost every day. Ye Zi continued to teach Mo Jian to punch, but this time Ye Zi did not teach him with fists but with words and body movements to make him understand.

Namjoon is still the same as before. As long as he is relaxed, there will naturally be no missing women around him. The word "woman" is often equivalent to trouble, especially when a man is shuttled among a bunch of women at the same time, the war begins, and the one who wants to be defeated the most is Namjoon, who is like a panda.

On the other side, since Mo Jian and Han Zhu fought that time, Han Zhu rarely appeared in Mo Jian's vision. He didn't know whether Han Zhu was deliberately avoiding him or whether he was deliberately avoiding Han Zhu, but it was obvious that neither of them wanted to see each other.
Chapter completed!