The Secret to Picking Up Girls

The semi-finals of the Jiageng College Wushu Exchange Competition have begun. This exchange competition is between the Wushu Club and the Taekwondo Club.

Like the previous matches, this semi-final is also very popular.

Moreover, tickets are hard to come by. Although it is an open competition, the venue is only so big, and you still need a ticket from this college to enter.

Therefore, although it is an open competition, the tickets for this competition are still limited.

Gradually, within the college, these tickets have become extremely valuable. A single ticket can often sell for hundreds or even thousands, depending on the quality of the seat.

At this time, the arena-side of the gymnasium was filled with cheers and shouts, one wave after another, making even the athletes who had not yet taken the stage feel a little excited.

Li Songmu is the president of the Taekwondo Club, and he is the president of the main branch. He is very confident in this competition.

Although the Wushu Club defeated the Boxing Club and Muay Thai Club, these heavyweight clubs, in the previous few matches, Li Songmu still looks down on the so-called Wushu Club in his heart.

In his heart, Chinese Wushu is already declining.

Perhaps in the past, Chinese Wushu could be said to be respectable, but now, it is just a show.

"Li Wanwen."

Li Songmu called out to a young man beside him.

"President, you called me."

A tall and thin young man walked to Li Songmu's side.

"You will go up for the first match."

When the young man saw that Li Songmu gave him the task first, a strong fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

"Well! Don't take it lightly. Although the Wushu Club looks like a show, they have a saying that a starving camel is bigger than a horse. No matter what, we should respect them in this regard."

Li Songmu said earnestly to the young man.

"Understood, President."

The young man listened to Li Songmu's words, straightened his face, and said solemnly.

"Well! That's good! Since you know, I'll leave this match to you."

Li Songmu said solemnly to the young man.

On Zhang Yuze's side, Qin Zinan, Duan Fei, and others also looked extremely solemn.

Although Zhang Yuze looked very relaxed, he was also a little worried in his heart.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuze had already given Zhuo Yubin and Su Jing some private lessons before. Zhang Yuze also believed that they should be able to play a certain role at critical times.

Soon the competition began, and the cheerleaders on both sides began to cheer for their respective camps.

Because Zhang Yuze used his privileges to bring the girls from Class 2 on his side, Zhang Yuze's side seemed to be louder in terms of momentum.

"Wushu Club, go! Wushu Club, go..."

The shouts of encouragement rose and fell, constantly ringing on both sides, with a deafening momentum.

Although the cheers of the Taekwondo Club were not small, compared to the Wushu Club, the momentum was still much smaller.

After all, there are many people who like Taekwondo, but this is still the place of Donghua Country, and the people of the country should support their own country.

What made Zhang Yuze feel a little gratified was that the people of the country still had this awareness.

(End of this chapter)