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Text Chapter 114 Do you really think I fell asleep?

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    "Master Chen, how many percent of my father's strength do you think I can achieve now?" After hearing what Master Chen said, Tang Yu suddenly asked this question seriously.

    "About 50%." Master Chen replied without hesitation.  [bsp; "Is it left or right, I want to hear the most accurate answer." Tang Yu asked again.

    Um!

    Master Chen thought for a while and then solemnly said: "A little over 50%."

    Tang Yu nodded and then the smile appeared on his face again.

    Looking at the change in Tang Yu's expression, Master Chen frowned.

    At this moment, Tang Yu made a bold decision.  In order to repay Jiajia's favor for blocking a knife for him in Qingdao, and to prevent the devil Mr. Guo from causing trouble to himself and New Oriental, Tang Yu decided to go to Macau to face Sun Bin on behalf of Master Chen.

    Being able to challenge the King of Fighters in Longtan, regardless of the outcome, is a temptation in itself for Tang Yu.  Only those who can win the Star Fighting Tournament in Longtan for three consecutive years are qualified to be called the King of Fighters. Such a master definitely has extraordinary strength that will make boxers all over the world fear.

    Tang Yu smiled and expressed his thoughts. After all, there are still five or six months before the start of the Star Competition. Now that he has the Wujiquan score, Tang Yu also wants to challenge his potential.

    "No!" As soon as Tang Yu said his decision, Master Chen's buzzing voice sounded in Tang Yu's ears.

    "I'm telling you, Tang Yu." Master Chen pointed at Tang Yu and said, "You are a professional player now, and you are not allowed to get into black market boxing. Once the fact that professional players practice black market boxing is exposed, you may not be able to fight again."  I can¡¯t even keep my professional qualifications.¡±

    "But there are some problems that must be faced, right?!" Tang Yu looked into Master Chen's eyes and said: "To tell you the truth, I used to be a black boxer. At that time, everyone called me a tyrant. The devil Guo will always come to find him.  I have the same reason as the Macau gangs will come to you. Some things cannot be solved by law and ideals!"

    "What can't be solved?" At this time, Jiajia and Ding Ming, who had closed the door of the store outside, came in. As soon as they entered, Jiajia interrupted and asked.

    "Nothing." Tang Yu and Master Chen replied at the same time.

    "Tang Yu, let's go back!" Dong Yuan glanced at Tang Yu and said.

    "Okay." Tang Yu stood up and said to Master Chen: "Master Chen, I will definitely do what needs to be done. You can take good care of yourself and don't worry about anything else."

    "Tang Yu, I choose to go to bed. We two brothers will have a good chat tomorrow morning."

    It was already past three in the morning when I sent Ding Ming home and rushed back to the dormitory. Feeling tired, Dong Yuan said a word and went back to his room to sleep.  Tang Yu, who also returned to his room, calmed down his thoughts, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the devil Mr. Guo.

    The phone rang six or seven times before it was answered.

    "Tang Yu! If you call me at this time, should I say you're too early or too late?" The lazy voice of Mr. Guo came from the phone.

    "I tell you Guo Bin, I agree to go to the star grabbing game with you, and stop harassing the people around me." Tang Yu said angrily.

    "Yes! It seems that you have finally figured it out. I will not cause trouble for New Oriental in the future, but I can't guarantee it for others." Mr. Guo said with a joking tone.

    Tang Yu: "I'm going to meet you tomorrow, and we should talk about some things."

    Mr. Guo: "Okay, that's refreshing! Doesn't this look like the tyrant of the past? You decide the time and place."

    Tang Yu: "See you at nine o'clock tomorrow morning for coffee on the island."

    Mr. Guo: ¡°One word is final.¡±

    "Wait a minute." After Mr. Guo agreed, Tang Yu then added: "It's best to let the boxing king Sun Bin come over, I want to challenge him."

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    After hearing Tang Yu¡¯s last words, the other end of the phone fell into silence.

    "What? Don't you dare to show up?" Tang Yu asked eagerly.

    "Okay, I'll contact him. I'm not sure whether he will come." After Mr. Guo said this, he hung up the phone.

    Phew!

    After finishing the phone call, Tang Yu let out a sigh of relief.  What should come will come as soon as possible, and things that should be solved by oneself must also be faced.  Tang Yu threw the phone and backpack aside while thinking, then lifted up the quilt and fell asleep.

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    Around seven o'clock in the morning, a strong young man came to the back door of the New Oriental Club.

    The young man is about 1.8 meters tall and has aWearing Nike sportswear and sneakers, it looks like he got up early for morning exercises.  The young man had already run around New Oriental twice. When there were fewest pedestrians passing by, the young man suddenly accelerated and rushed to the back door of New Oriental, stamped on it, and then quickly climbed in.

    After entering New Oriental, the young man ran directly to the second floor of the dormitory building. Along the outer corridor, the young man tiptoed to the east side of the room where Tang Yu and Dong Yuan were.

    After arriving outside the door, the young man took out two thin wires from his pocket and skillfully inserted them into the keyhole of the door lock.

    Chi, click!

    After two extremely slight sounds, the door slowly opened.  After the door opened a gap of only about 40 centimeters, the young man ran sideways into the house and then gently closed the door.  The young man's movements were fast and steady. The most important thing was that except for opening the lock, all his movements did not make a single sound.

    The young man closed the door and walked directly towards Tang Yu's room. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and pressed on the door handle.

    The young man¡¯s right hand moved the handle downward little by little.  During the process of turning the handle, only the person involved could feel the slight sound of the door lock spring, and the feeling of the lock spring being fully closed was transmitted to his brain through the nerves in the young man's hand.

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    Tang Yu's door opened a tiny gap.  The young man looked inside along the crack of the door.  At this time, Tang Yu was lying on the bed, with one leg stretched out and the other arched in a natural posture.  A light blue duvet covered him, and it could be seen from his even breathing that Tang Yu was still sleeping.

    The corners of the young man's mouth turned up obviously, and a look of ferocity appeared on his face.

    "Then the young man pushed open the door and jumped directly to Tang Yu's bed.  While leaping forward, the young man waved his left arm and struck Tang Yu's throat with a fierce elbow strike.

    Just as the young man jumped into the house, Tang Yu's raised leg suddenly kicked up and faced the young man who rushed towards him.

    Since Tang Yu was covered with a quilt, when he kicked his legs, the entire quilt was lifted up and directly covered the visitor's head.

    "Do you really think I'm asleep? I want to see how capable the boxing king Sun Bin is." At this time, Tang Yu turned over and jumped up, muttering something while delivering a fierce combination of punches at the person coming.

    Well, wow, ah!

    The opponent's entire upper body was covered by the quilt, so the young man whose sight was blocked screamed like a slaughtering pig under Tang Yu's surprise attack.

    Um!

    No, it sounds like Dong Yuan¡¯s voice, and even with the quilt covering his upper body, he can still tell that it¡¯s Dong Yuan¡¯s figure.  Was it a dream just now?

    At this time, Tang Yu's sleepy eyes became brighter.
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