Zhao Lihua wore a dress, her long hair as black as clouds, with two strands pulled out from behind her ears and gathered at the back of her head, secured with hairpins, while the rest of her long hair was gathered at the back of her head and hung down to her waist, a simple yet very stylish hairstyle.
The moment the radiant and beautiful young woman sat down at the piano, she immediately attracted everyone's attention—women and men alike!
A melodious tune tinkled and rang out; it was Chopin's Serenade. It sounded quite nice. Zhao Lihua's technique was skillful. Sitting on the stage, she gazed at Li Yang with deep affection. In that instant, she was as beautiful as a princess in a fairy tale.
Li Yang stared blankly at it!
When the song ended, Li Yang, with his extraordinary composure, was the first to regain his senses and lead the applause. He was genuinely happy for Zhao Lihua and for himself; who wouldn't be happy to have such a girlfriend?
But then Li Yang's face suddenly froze. A tall, dark-skinned man who had been thrown into the charcoal and no one recognized him suddenly stood up and blocked Zhao Lihua as she walked back to her seat.
He was babbling in gibberish, with lots of American street slang and a heavy accent. Although it was hard to understand, Zhao Lihua could still make out the gist of it: he wanted to invite her to dinner, drinks, and a chat.
Zhao Lihua naturally refused firmly, but Blackie, relying on his drunkenness and muscular physique, actually acted arrogantly and insisted on forcing his way in.
The hotel security guards immediately stepped forward to stop him, but he punched them all, sending them flying. They crashed into a fish tank and a dining table, and the chairs shattered.
This shows the power and strength of his punch. After he displayed such skill, no one dared to step in and play the hero.
You're no match for them, so don't embarrass yourself by showing up.
At this moment, Li Yang also walked up to them, his teeth grinding together, but his face was full of a sunny smile, revealing two tiger teeth that gleamed coldly.
"This is my girlfriend, you're forcing me to do something I don't want to do!" Li Yang said, suppressing his anger.
"FUCK—" The black man roared in anger, his drunken rage fueling his fist as he slammed it into Li Yang's head. Damn it, if it weren't for hitting that foreign bastard, those damn officials in the country would be biased towards him and cause some diplomatic disputes. In the end, they'd have to use their connections in the bureaucracy, which wouldn't be worth it.
But this bastard was truly courting death, so Li Yang no longer held back. He dodged the black man's punch, and the man immediately followed up with a series of powerful punches. However, Li Yang easily dodged them all. Taking advantage of the moment when the black man had exhausted his strength and hadn't yet generated any new power, Li Yang stepped forward and struck the black man in the chest with a thunderous palm strike.
With a sharp crack, since they were going to attack, they went all out; the black man was sure to break several ribs. He flew through the air, crashing through four or five tables before rolling to a stop amidst the splintered wood, instantly unconscious. He'll probably also suffer from a concussion!
Li Yang clapped his hands and curled his lip in disdain. Zhao Lihua hurriedly came over and hid behind Li Yang, hugging his arm. Suddenly, she leaned out and kicked the black man. Then, like a startled deer, she hid behind Li Yang, muttering "scumbag!"
Li Yang smiled faintly. The restaurant manager then emerged, sweating profusely, and said to Li Yang, "Sir, this man is a coach from a club in the provincial amateur boxing tournament. Shall we just let this matter drop?"
The manager, a man of keen insight, immediately recognized Li Yang's extraordinary status. The saying goes, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts," meaning that the poor learn literature while the rich learn martial arts. Li Yang's martial arts skills were so outstanding, and he had such a beautiful and elegant girlfriend. Moreover, he dared to treat foreigners so ruthlessly, which showed that he was no ordinary person and should not be provoked.
As for the black guy, if he doesn't die, he can stay in the hospital and deal with it himself! That club probably won't dare to cause trouble. What a disgrace!
"Oh really? Coach? Teaching people to box? Then I'll open a martial arts school, teach people traditional Chinese martial arts, and have a good match with that black guy's boxing!" Li Yang said disdainfully, curling his lip.
In recent years, Japanese karate has become rampant, South Korean taekwondo has flourished, and traditional Chinese martial arts have been declining. As one of the inheritors of orthodox Chinese internal martial arts, she decided to make some contributions.
"Hehe, good. May I ask what kind of club you run, sir? I will definitely pay you a visit another day!" The manager's eyes lit up. If someone with such high martial arts skills runs a club, he must be able to learn real skills.
"Zhenwei Martial Arts School!" Li Yang declared proudly, unleashing an aura of power.
The manager was taken aback. Such vigor! He truly had the air of a grandmaster. It seemed he really needed to become his apprentice.
Zhao Lihua looked on with admiration and said sweetly, "My husband's martial arts are the best!"
"Yes, yes. I will definitely come!" the manager said sincerely, bowing and scraping.
“Oh, then…” Li Yang hesitated for a moment and then fell silent.
The manager, being a clever man, immediately understood and waved his hand generously, saying, "This meal is on me today! Here's my business card. May I ask your surname, sir?"
Li Yang took the manager's business card, glanced at it, and casually said, "My name is Li Yang." He then waved and left.
Chapter 438: Thighs Flying
Li Yang took the manager's business card, glanced at it, and casually said, "My name is Li Yang." He then waved and left.
"Li Yang? Why does that name sound so familiar?" The manager pondered in confusion, but couldn't quite place who it was. The restaurant had been restored by the waiters, and the customers were still eating. However, many people were whispering about this year's college entrance examination. The most sensational story was the gossip about the top scorer who disdained Tsinghua University and Peking University and chose to attend Jiangdong University.
The manager slapped his thigh, realizing, "Isn't that the top scorer in the college entrance exam named Li Yang? Could it be him? No way! So amazing in the college entrance exam and also knows martial arts? That's inhuman! A master of both academics and martial arts?"
He felt a little dizzy.
Li Yang walked out of the restaurant, his eyes darting around, thinking about how to make Zhao Lihua's backside bloom. Zhao Lihua, unaware of Li Yang's lewd thoughts, excitedly asked, "Li Yang, are you really going to open a martial arts school?"
"Yes!" Li Yang nodded. They decided to buy a sports field near Jiangdong University to open a martial arts school, promote traditional martial arts, and enhance my country's national prestige!
"Then can I go and learn it?!" Zhao Lihua asked excitedly.
"Uh, of course!" Li Yang smiled, narrowing his eyes. It would be best to learn something like splits in yoga to increase flexibility, so that he could do many difficult poses in bed.
However, Lu Da can be the head coach. He's been itching to get back at the Dafabet casino lately, and he's been flirting with female gamblers and waitresses all the time. He's so lewd. Su Xiaoxiao has complained to her several times about it. She wants to stop him from causing trouble there and give him a good workout.
"Ah, that's great! Every time I see you make such a clean, neat, handsome and charming move, I'm so envious!" Zhao Lihua excitedly hugged Li Yang's neck and kissed him on the cheek, making several unattractive men passing by extremely envious.
"Are you tired?" Li Yang asked, trying to find an excuse to rest.
"Huh? Not tired at all!" Zhao Lihua asked, puzzled.
"I'm tired!" Li Yang said speechlessly.
"Huh? You martial artists have incredible stamina, how come you're tired if I'm not?" Zhao Lihua was confused.
"Well, women are like iron women when they go shopping, men can't keep up! It's getting late, why don't we go back to sleep?" Li Yang chuckled mischievously.
"Huh? You're so mean! It's broad daylight and you've just had lunch!" Zhao Lihua's cheeks flushed slightly as she punched Li Yang a few times to express her dissatisfaction.
"But I'm sleepy!" Li Yang said drowsily.
"Tch!" Zhao Lihua didn't believe it.
"Uh. You don't believe me? Then let's go get some shaved ice!" Li Yang suggested speechlessly.