novelslam Chapter 203 Ingratiating Is Doomed To No Result
Chapter 203 Ingratiating Is Doomed To No Result
Chapter 203
Just like back then, when I put my foot on Qiangxiong's head.
Now that time has passed and the situation has changed, both their identities and status have undergone earth-shaking changes.
The strong hero who was stepped on by Ming Feng has transformed into a strong hero who trampled Ming Feng on the soles of his feet!
Just like that sentence, if the two of us reverse roles, I will definitely tell you what cruelty is.
To kill is to punish the heart!
Liu Mingfeng has been by his side for so many years, besides wanting to see his jokes, Qiangxiong is more interested in venting all the humiliation he suffered on him back then.
Twenty years have passed, and the projects that I used to enjoy endlessly are somewhat tired of playing now.
After getting up, Ming Feng had a flattering expression on his face, brother Qiang was long and strong, and brother short was beside Qiang Xiong to keep warm and warm.
Mingfeng's flattery is doomed to be fruitless, the coaching position he wants, Qiangxiong has been teasing him from the beginning, and he has never been given a chance to make a comeback.
"You don't even look at yourself. You are so virtuous now, what kind of lame legs have you become? Can you still lead the team?"
"The times have changed a long time ago. I don't know how long the days of relying on the four words on your stomach have passed!"
Qiang Xiong pulled up Ming Feng's clothes, and on his fat beer belly, there were still four large characters of 377 Gold Right Foot.
It's just that time has passed, the six-pack abs from back then has now all turned into a piece of fat, time is not forgiving!
"Look at your unshaven appearance now, I clearly remember that you were quite handsome back then, but now, oh..."
"I've raised you for twenty years, and I've done my best. I've never missed you...
Faced with Qiangxiong's humiliation, Mingfeng couldn't bear it anymore and yelled:
"Qiangxiong, don't go too far. If you hadn't given me a bad check back then, I would have ended up where I am today!"
"Hahaha.…………"
Qiangxiong didn't care at all, whether it was true or not, it might have been news twenty years ago, but now twenty years later, who would care.
"You might as well yell louder, the reporter is right outside the door, should I call someone in?"
"Do you really think that anyone will care about this matter? Who will believe your stinky beggar's words? Wake up!"
"By the way, for the sake of being so pitiful, I have one more thing to tell you. I also arranged for the group of people who broke your leg back then!"
In an instant, Mingfeng was struck by five thunders, his eyes full of vicissitudes, he couldn't help being stained with mist at this moment, twenty years of humiliation, but in the end he got such a result.
As long as it is an individual, it can't stand such a blow.
Dragging his embarrassing body to leave the lounge, with his back facing Mingfeng's Qiangxiong, he laughed wildly triumphantly.
Holding a can of beer in his hand, Mingfeng walked aimlessly on the street, pouring himself a sip of wine from time to time, trying to numb himself.
It seemed that as long as he was drunk and fell asleep, everything would be fine.
A large screen came into Ming Feng's eyes, and it showed a ball game. Young players were running on the green field, and a group of people were chasing a ball, fighting fiercely.
In this scene, Mingfeng's eyes and facial expressions are all drama, an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, recalling the past that was all-powerful, the excitement in his eyes, and the cruelty of reality, the desolation accumulated in his body!
With just one look, you can show it vividly.
"That's not how the ball is played!"
Suddenly, a sentence entered Mingfeng's ears.
Immediately afterwards, the screen changed.
It came to Zhou Xing who was wearing a red vest and a pair of tattered shoes on his feet.
At this time, he was making a split, with his legs resting on the waste bags placed on the left and right beside him.
He swayed from side to side, flexing his muscles and bones. Passers-by saw him and turned their heads to look at this strange man.
But it's just a look, Zhou Xing didn't do anything outrageous in the public, so naturally no one came to provoke him.
Only Ming Feng, who happened to pass by, was a little unclear because of drinking too much alcohol. He was looking for the source of the sound, and he directly bumped into Zhou Xing, a strange person.
"What did you just say?"
In order to avoid finding the wrong person, Mingfeng confirmed again.
Zhou Xing raised his head, glanced at him, and said, "I said, that's not how the ball is played!"
Looking at this kid who has nothing to do with football from any angle, Ming Feng shook his head and said sarcastically:
"Then how to kick?"
"In a word, the waist and the horse are one!"
Zhou Xing stared directly at Mingfeng without shame. He naturally knew nothing about football, but when it came to face, there was something to talk about.
If you want to attract other people's attention, the most important thing is not to lose your face.
As the saying goes, people are shameless and invincible!
As a persevering Shaolin disciple, in order to carry forward Chinese martial arts, Zhou Xing would give me no one else.
After talking nonsense, Mingfeng was a little confused.
Seeing that Ming Feng was almost fooled by him, Zhou Xing then revealed his true face.
The three sentences are inseparable from the word kung fu, and he tricked Mingfeng into coming to his two guests.
Collecting trash is just his superficial work, but in fact he is a research monk.
A monk who studies Shaolin martial arts!
"postgraduate?"
Ming Feng couldn't believe it, he looked Zhou Xing up and down, as if he was saying, just rely on your three ministers!
Zhou Xing didn't care, but handed over his business card, a piece of crumpled white paper, with information related to him written on it.
Mingfeng looked at the so-called business card, and read: "Shaolin authentic powerful vajra legs?"
"Yeah! Absolutely authentic!"
"Forget it, I've received a higher education, I'll kill you and find someone else!"
After confirming that this kid was just fooling himself and he knew nothing about football, Ming Feng lost his patience completely.
It's rare for someone to talk to him, Zhou Xing didn't let him go so easily.
He raised his hand and pointed at a beautiful woman on the side of the street, drawing Mingfeng's attention back.
Just when Mingfeng was about to defend himself by saying that he was a decent person, Zhou Xing moved his finger from the person to the banana peel on the ground.
Without any precautions, the woman's soles slipped, and she fell straight forward, smashing all kinds of meat and eight vegetables on the ground.
"Look, if she knew Shaolin Qinggong, this kind of thing wouldn't happen!"
As a cover, Mingfeng somehow put on cassock and became an eminent monk in Shaolin. Even if he stepped on banana peels, his expression would not change.
After losing his balance, he did a backflip, stepped on banana peels all over the floor, and flew out unimpeded all the way.
The banana peels all over the ground felt like walking on the ground under his feet.
"So, kung fu is really good!"
While talking to Mingfeng, he also did not forget to promote himself. Zhou Xing turned his head and said to the girl who got up:
"Miss, are you interested in learning Kung Fu?"
"Go away, crazy!"
Being insulted by others, Zhou Xing still didn't change his face, and smiled and took back the business card he handed out. .