Campus Knight's Martial Fate

"What's wrong?" Song Chengfeng didn't know.

"I'm grass, the Red Scythe Society is the number one gang entrenched in Hanjing for hundreds of years, and the government will not care about killing people or anything on weekdays!" Luo Tianyi, as an old resident who has lived in Hanjing for more than ten years, is extremely afraid of the Red Scythe Society.

"Hmph, it's just a group of bandits, will I, Song Chengfeng, be afraid of them?" Song Chengfeng finished his waist and abdomen, and ran to the rooftop of the building to prepare for today's morning exercise.

This side is not as good as home, there is no special martial arts training ground, but the rooftop is okay to the laundry field. He stepped on the concrete floor, and a bow horse kicked his feet, and the cement on the ground was lifted up by a "rubbing" sound.

"Ha!" exhaled, a punch pushed out of his waist, and at the same time, his hind foot kicked the ground vigorously, and the cement flakes on the ground were raised again. In this way, between the lightning and flint, he finished practicing the whole routine of the Red Flame Boxing Technique, and between his fists and palms, the tiger and the tiger were in the wind, and the huge kicking force under his feet kicked the rough cement floor on the rooftop and the cement blocks flew around.

"Ahh

He looked back and saw a girl falling to the ground with a basin of clothes beside her.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Song Chengfeng stepped forward and pulled her up. I practiced too hard just now, and the hard cement block hit the girl's body at once, and she fell in fright.

"It's okay, it's okay. The girl's white hand swept him away, picked up his clothes, and went to dry.

This girl is very thin, very tall, very fair-skinned, and has a small melon seed face with its own gentle and lovely characteristics. However, she gives people a feeling that no one is close to her, and she is very cold.

"Hey, classmate, are you a freshman?" Song Chengfeng asked her while doing lunge stretching, "Listening to the accent, you are not from the Central Plains, right?"

"Yes. She replied as she turned her back to him while drying her clothes.

"Huh?" Song Chengfeng didn't understand which question she was answering.

"I answered two questions from you, first, I am a freshman, and second, I am not from the Central Plains. The girl had finished drying her clothes, and walked up to her with a basin, and her pretty face was as beautiful as frost.

"Hey......" Song Chengfeng was about to say something, but the girl left without looking back. Seeing her pretty back disappear into the corner of the rooftop, Song Chengfeng suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Song Chengfeng picked up a school card from the ground, it was the girl's, "I didn't even smile at the ID photo," he looked at the cold face on the school card, and read, "Ma Yuqing, law school, Rong ...... Xijon students?".

Sure enough, her strange accent is indeed very similar to the Rong people in the northwest. I really can't imagine that the Rong people, who have been extremely fierce since ancient times, still have such a pretty girl.

The school has not yet started classes, and in the past two free days, Song Chengfeng went to the library every day to read books, and by the way, he previewed the homework for the beginning of school. When I left the library in the evening, it was already half past seven in the evening, and the cafeteria was closed. However, there are still many delicious restaurants in their off-campus dormitory. Song Chengfeng walked all the way back and walked into the Northwest Mutton Restaurant, where the family was buzzing.

"A bowl of mutton knife shaved noodles, a plate of cold lamb. Song Chengfeng looked at the menu and ordered.