my goddess school flower

Many students who came here were thinking of watching a wonderful fight, but they were all disappointed in the result.

Who would have thought that the so-called judo master would fall to his knees directly after meeting Wang Ziqiao?

It was indeed a coincidence, because as soon as Ozawa Ichiro stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by Wang Ziqiao. Those who had no martial arts background looked like they were shaking hands, and then the Japanese knelt down in front of Wang Ziqiao.

"Fucking liar, what are you talking about, a judo master from Japan? Shit, this guy who knew he was kneeling on the ground as soon as we met, is actually a judo master?" Some students yelled, turned around and left.

Even many members of the Judo Association blushed and gave Lu An a hard look, obviously they also knew it was embarrassing.

When Yu Wei was about to leave, she did not forget to sarcastically say: "As long as you are like this, you are still qualified to challenge Brother Zi Qiao? What kind of bullshit judo master? I think it is a waste, judo? Hehehe..."

"Judo? Hahaha..."

"Judo? Hee hee..."

Both boys and girls imitated Wang Ziqiao's rhetorical question, and after a sarcasm, they looked up to the sky and laughed.

Ichiro Ozawa, who knew a little bit of Chinese, couldn't take it anymore. He stood up suddenly and said angrily, "Baga!"

"I'm Baga, your old mother!" Some daring students retorted: "Dongyang devil, you'd better go back to your devil's den early, aren't the Westerners your real father? Why don't you learn boxing from them? Judo is just a simplified version of our Chinese kung fu, you didn't learn the essence, and you actually opened a judo gym in China, so stop showing off your motherfuckers in the future!"

"That's right. Damn it, what do you want to learn in judo? It's a shame, I'm so fucking blind!" A judo member took off his practice uniform and fell to the ground hard.

Ichiro Ozawa's eyes shot with murderous aura, looked at Wang Ziqiao who was about to walk out, and shouted angrily: "Prince Qiao, on behalf of the Japan Judo Association, I want you to initiate a challenge!"

Wang Ziqiao, who had stepped out with one foot, suddenly stopped, turned around, and said to Ichiro Ozawa: "You represent the Judo Association? Are you really qualified to represent it? Do you still want to fight me?"

Ichiro Ozawa also showed a little fear when he saw the sharp eyes of Prince Joe, but in his heart, the Yamato people will always be superior to the so-called Chinese people. The Chinese people are just a group of people who have been conquered by foreigners I'm nothing more than a slave to you. Thinking about it this way, my self-confidence became stronger again, and I said:

"You insulted judo and my noble Yamato nation, but the Bushido of Yamato nation will never admit defeat to you Chinese, humble Chinese dog, my master has also come to Shanhai City, you wait, I will now Call up!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was offended, Lu An, the president of the Parcel Association.

Although he likes Japan, his blood cannot be changed. Ichiro Ozawa's words are tantamount to scolding him. He also frowned and stared at Ichiro Ozawa resentfully.

Instead, Wang Ziqiao stood where he was, staring at Ichiro Ozawa without saying a word, as if waiting for him to call.

Ichiro Ozawa turned around, picked up his mobile phone from the ground, dialed a phone number, and started talking.

But Wang Ziqiao could get a rough idea and couldn't help frowning.

This Ichiro Ozawa seems to be sending a senior to the Prince’s Nursing Home together with his brothers and sisters. Ichiro Ozawa already knows that Wang Ziqiao is probably the genius doctor of the Prince’s Club, but Ichiro Ozawa also has doubts, or He didn't believe in Wang Ziqiao's medical skills at all, but the rumors from the outside world made them have to hold on to great hopes.

This Ichiro Ozawa had already told the other party on the phone that his so-called senior brother should also test Wang Ziqiao. If Wang Ziqiao could really defeat them, then they might believe that Wang Ziqiao's medical skills were real.

Ichiro Ozawa put down the phone, and said to Wang Ziqiao in jerky Chinese: "Your Excellency, my lady will come here soon, but before the duel, I would like to ask, are you the owner of the Prince's Club?"

"That's right!" Wang Ziqiao took two steps back, put his hands behind his back, and said, "Are you here to see a doctor?"

Ichiro Ozawa nodded: "Only if you defeat us, can we pay you a membership fee of 100 million and believe in your medical skills!"

"Hehehe, you have a good idea. Today I will not only defeat you, but also drive you out of Shanhai City. The Prince's Sanatorium will not be open to devils!" Wang Ziqiao sneered.

"Baga..." Ichiro Ozawa was furious.

"I'm Baga, your mother's..." Wang Ziqiao was furious. To be honest, maybe it was because he had watched too many anti-Japanese films, so he hated this word the most. This word is not just as simple as swearing. He could think of those innocent Chinese who died tragically at the hands of the little devils in the movie.

After cursing back, Wang Ziqiao suddenly moved, and pulled out a smoke-like afterimage close to the ground, which arrived in front of Ozawa Ichiro in an instant, raised his palm, and hit the opponent's chest.

bang...

Ozawa Ichiro's chest collapsed, and he flew upside down, hitting a wall a few meters away, falling slowly, and fainted to the ground.

"Ah!" Everyone around screamed at the same time.

Wang Ziqiao glanced at the students around, and just about to speak, Yu Wei stepped forward and hugged Wang Ziqiao's arm, saying: "You won't beat him to death, will you?"

Wang Ziqiao smiled: "Didn't he not believe in my medical skills? I will cure him later, and then beat him until he believes it!"

"Didn't you say you won't treat the little devil? What's the use if he believes it or not?" Yu Wei became puzzled.

"What you said just now was out of anger. How could it be possible not to see a doctor for the little devil? Not only do you need to see a doctor, but you have to look hard. Didn't our country give up the World War II reparations to the little devil out of humanity? Then I will take it slowly in the future." If you take it back, you will receive 100 million for medical treatment for people from other countries, except for little devils. The annual meeting is 1000 million, and you have to pay it every year. If you don’t pay it once, I will directly kick it out permanently. Of course, they are excepted. Don't show them no matter how much money you give, and make them feel bad?" Wang Ziqiao pointed at Ichiro Ozawa.

Yu Wei blinked and laughed: "1000 million is still too little, the kid is very rich, why don't we just charge [-] million?"

"Uh, isn't it too much? Doesn't that mean that few people see a doctor?" Wang Ziqiao was stunned.

"It's better if you don't! Hee hee, I'm just joking!" Yu Wei smiled.

Wang Ziqiao twisted Yu Wei's face, then took out her mobile phone, made a call to Bai Su, told Bai Su to increase the membership price of all Japanese members, and asked Bai Su to start preparing for the Japanese market.

Wang Ziqiao sees a doctor, which is a business without capital. The money of the Japanese is not earned for nothing. We can gather all of them together and make some contribution to China's development, instead of letting the little devil's products continue to drink the blood of the Chinese.