Chapter 232 Infinite Power

The two were ready on the track. Looking at the crutches in Su Kexin's hand, Song Xuan had a bad idea: "If you ask me, we are all running, how can you use tools? You have to throw away the crutches in your hand, otherwise, you still lose."

Su Kexin can barely walk now, but without the crutches, it is definitely not that easy to walk.

Song Xuan saw through this and said it deliberately.

Su Kexin took a deep breath, threw away the support tool in his hand, and looked at him coldly: "Let's start now."

"Okay, whoever finishes this lap first wins."

Song Xuan's arrogance did not last long.

When he was running, his foot suddenly stepped on a soft mass. He looked down and saw the soft black object, and vomited.

"Fuck, what a stinking shit! How can there be such a thing on such a good track!"

He was so angry that he changed the track, "Just now doesn't count, let's start again this time."

Accompanied by the sound of the start, Song Xuan just moved, and his feet seemed to step on something out of thin air again, and he fell directly to the ground, and the pain in his tailbone made him burst into tears.

It seemed that something was hindering his running.

He didn't believe it, propped himself up and wanted to continue running.

But this time, he still didn't succeed. He fell to the left and his face hit the ground, rubbing a large piece of skin.

While he was frozen for the start, Su Kexin slowly moved her legs and walked forward.

Without the crutches, she even had difficulty maintaining basic balance. She could only grit her teeth and barely restrain herself when her body swayed to one side, so as not to fall to the ground.

After walking twenty meters in a row, she had reached the limit of her independent walking in the past few days.

She stopped, her legs were sore and swollen, and even her head began to ache.

Should she give up now? Thinking of Song Xuan's arrogant look, Su Kexin felt infinite unwillingness in her heart.

She used to have excellent athletic talent. Now, how could she be willing to let herself have trouble even walking!

Su Kexin gritted her teeth and kept telling herself in her heart to hold on a little longer, hold on for a while longer, try to walk the whole distance, and it would be fine after walking.

After walking two more steps, she became more dizzy, as if she was going to fall to the ground.

When she felt that she had reached her limit, her legs suddenly seemed to be injected with infinite power.

At that moment, the original soreness and swelling seemed to be gone, replaced by full strength. Su Kexin even felt that her legs had returned to the way they were before the accident.

She took a step, and this step was more stable and solid than before.

When she came back after walking a circle, Song Xuan had not even walked out of the starting point, and all kinds of bruises appeared on his arms, and even his clothes were dirty.

He stared at Su Kexin, "What kind of magic did you use to prevent me from running away!"

Su Kexin frowned, "You have a problem. You can't run, and you blame me?"

Although she knew in her heart that these must be Su Ming's credit.

"Since I have won, then you should apologize to me now. Song Xuan, not only did you lose to me in IQ at the beginning, but now you can't even run as fast as a cripple like me."

"You!"

Song Xuan was furious and stared at Su Kexin, unable to speak for a long time.

"You want me to apologize to a cripple like you? You are fucking dreaming! I won't do it!

Su Lingmeng's face showed a sneer, "Song Xuan, are you afraid? Kneel down now and call me aunt, and I won't fight with you and reluctantly let you go."

Adolescents can't stand being stimulated by others.

Song Xuan's expression was ugly on the spot, "Fuck you, little bitch, what are you talking about! Let me kneel down for you? Do you deserve it?"

"Just say, do you dare! "

Song Xuan's eyes gradually became cold, staring at her, and said maliciously: "If you lose the fight, you have to crawl under my crotch."

Even if it's two boys, crawling under the crotch is extremely humiliating. Not to mention that Su Lingmeng is a girl.

Behind her, the child who came with her pulled her hand, "Mengmeng, do you really want to fight him? Cracking under the crotch sounds too insulting..."

"Yeah, Mengmeng, why don't we go and find a strong man to deal with him, there's no need to do it ourselves."

Su Lingmeng brushed their hands away, "No, I can do it. "

She still had her brother's hair on her.

Her brother said that hair could bring her strength, so Song Xuan would definitely die today.

Seeing her like this, Song Xuan laughed even more wildly.

He was not a man who was kind to women, not to mention that Su Lingmeng had such a bad temper that it made people want to bully her.

Damn Su Kexin, she had to be his former fiancée, causing him to be ridiculed for so long.

Now, it's not bad to get some interest back from Su Lingmeng.

The two went to the back of the teaching building and found an open space.

The onlookers were all curious classmates of the same grade.

Song Xuan stretched his muscles and bones, looked at the people around him, and then looked at the small, delicate Su Lingmeng, and still gritted his teeth and pretended reluctantly.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you admit defeat now, I can not fight with you. After all, you are so young, and it won't look good for me if I beat you. "

Although he really wanted to teach Su Lingmeng a lesson, if he told others about a grown man beating a little girl, wouldn't those girls secretly scold him for not being gentle with girls?

Su Lingmeng was eager to try, "Bah, if you're scared, you can beg for mercy now."

"Fuck, I gave you a chance, and you dare not refuse it."

With the whistle of the temporary referee they found, the two began to fight.

Relying on the difference in physical strength, Song Xuan easily clamped Su Lingmeng.

He pressed her shoulders and kicked her hard, "Little brat, go back and cry with your crippled sister, don't come out to embarrass yourself."

Su Lingmeng touched the hair in her pocket.

She held it tightly in her palm and said silently: Brother, you said that hair can give me strength, and I must punch this bitch with one punch later!

As Song Xuan rushed over, Su Lingmeng clenched her fist and hit Song Xuan hard in the face.

Peng.

Song Xuan's whole body was in a parabolic state, flying straight four meters away.

He was knocked to the ground and was dumbfounded.

What happened? Was it Su Lingmeng who just made the move? How could she have such a terrifying strength!

With her hair in her hands, Su Lingmeng could immediately feel her body full of strength, as if there was a big truck in front of her, and she could easily dent it.

Her eyes were filled with shock, and she was a little dazed.

When Song Xuan rushed over again, she raised her fists and legs and hit him hard.

"Fuck!" Song Xuan had a tooth broken and spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't want to pretend anymore, and looked at his younger brother behind him with a cold look.