Chapter 520

The morning sun rose, and everything seemed to start reviving.

After waking up early, Zhang Cheng stood in the courtyard, skillfully stretching his meridians.

Accompanied by bursts of wind-breaking sounds, the White Eyebrow Fist in his hand was struck out like a poisonous snake.

Changing hands quickly, his feet moved around.

When a set of fist techniques was finished, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but press his hands down.

Exchanging his hands, Zhang Cheng continued to polish his martial arts.

After all, for him, traditional skills cannot be lost; once he loses his formidable martial power, he loses his only faith!

Zhang Cheng: Are you very good at fighting? I'm also very good at fighting!

Ding Xiu: Master, aren't you most skilled at throwing lime powder?

Situ Yaozu: Cousin, he's right!

Borrowing some tire repair things from the repair shop at the entrance, Zhang Cheng rode his bicycle to school.

Arriving at the school gate, Zhang Cheng saw Zhao Ye waiting for him and immediately walked up curiously, "What's wrong, Zhao Huohua!"

"It's Zhao Ye, not Zhao Huohua!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with annoyance, Zhao Ye then said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you about this, my dad won't let me go out to set up a stall!"

"Hmm? Didn't you tell your dad how much you earned last night?"

Looking at Zhao Ye curiously, Zhang Cheng was puzzled.

"Uh, it seems I didn't!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng awkwardly, Zhao Ye seemed to have discovered he had forgotten the most important thing.

"Brainless!"

Looking at Zhao Ye with disgust, Zhang Cheng turned and walked into the school parking lot.

And calling it a parking lot, it was actually just a blue iron shed.

Walking in front of Fang Hui's bicycle, Zhang Cheng skillfully took out his tools and started repairing the tire.

Leaning next to Zhang Cheng curiously, Zhao Ye said with a look of surprise, "No, you can do this too?"

"Don't be so surprised, if you puncture someone's tire a few more times, you'll know how to do it too!"

Giving a thumbs up, Zhang Cheng said with a face full of pride.

And after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Zhao Ye said in shock, "I'm saying, Fang Hui's bicycle, it wasn't punctured by you, was it?"

"No, do you think I look like that kind of person?"

Looking at Zhao Ye in disbelief, Zhang Cheng hurriedly asked.

"You? Don't you look like it?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhao Ye asked very suspiciously.

Because this guy is someone who dares to openly sell ordinary discs as 'crooked' discs!

And he sells them at a high price, not afraid of being caught at all!

For such a daring 'bandit', if you say he doesn't puncture people's tires, Zhao Ye wouldn't believe it even if he died!

"Damn it, you can question my character, but you absolutely cannot doubt my personality! Although I don't have either of these things! But I'm not convinced!"

Looking at Zhao Ye seriously, Zhang Cheng hurriedly explained.

After all, even if he did puncture tires, he had done it in the old courtyard house, as for the future, who knows, we'll see when the time comes!

"You don't even have character or personality, how are you embarrassed to say such things?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Zhao Ye also discovered the 'key point'.

"Can't I?"

Looking at Zhao Ye in surprise, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become serious.

"Of course not, I was wondering why you always love to say you're a person of integrity, so it turns out you don't have any!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Zhao Ye hurriedly shouted.

"Shh, shh, shh, keep your voice down, don't let people know!"

Stepping forward to cover Zhao Ye's mouth, Zhang Cheng resisted the urge to 'knife' him.

"Big brother, what exactly did you do before?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Zhao Ye suddenly felt that what he did before was definitely not anything proper!

"Me? I suppose I was a good person before?"

Looking at Zhao Ye with slight lack of confidence, Zhang Cheng then nodded and said, "That's right, I was a good person before!"

"Heh!"

Sneering at Zhang Cheng, Zhao Ye asked suspiciously, "No, Zhang Cheng, why are you tucking a hammer into your waist?"

"I'm repairing a bicycle, bringing a hammer, isn't that a normal thing?" Looking at Zhao Ye's gaze, Zhang Cheng hurriedly explained.

"A hammer is fine, but what is this?"

Looking at the nearly thirty-centimeter watermelon knife in Zhang Cheng's sleeve, Zhao Ye couldn't help but gasp.

Because what normal repairman carries a watermelon knife on them?

"You go out to buy a watermelon, if you don't bring a watermelon knife, how do you split it? What if it's not ripe?"

Questioning Zhao Ye, Zhang Cheng pulled out the watermelon knife and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

And watching Zhang Cheng's movements, Zhao Ye hurriedly leaned his head in, but after seeing a pile of strange things in the schoolbag, he was stunned on the spot.

Originally he thought Zhang Cheng was a business genius, but he didn't expect that this kid's schoolbag was full of various weapons: watermelon knife, hammer, fruit knife, and even lime powder bags...

Did he calculate that he would have an encounter on the street that day?

Zhang Cheng: Me, the Great Ming War God, the Lime Martial God, did you think I was joking?

"Alright, stop bothering me, it'll be fixed soon!"

Pushing Zhao Ye aside, Zhang Cheng took the things and used the tire repair agent to fix the tire.

And just after pumping it up, Zhang Cheng pushed the bicycle and said, "Look, the craftsmanship is not bad, right!"

"No, you're really good!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Zhao Ye couldn't help but be amazed.

"That goes without saying, you don't even look at who I am!"

Looking at Zhao Ye with pride, Zhang Cheng hummed a little tune and said, "Alright, let's go to class!"

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"Zhang Cheng, Zhao Huohua, what are you doing here?"

Just as Zhang Cheng and Zhao Ye planned to leave, Lin Jiajia and Fang Hui also arrived at school.

However, seeing Zhang Cheng's dirty hands, Lin Jiajia suspected, "Are you repairing a tire?"

"No, Lin Jiajia, I'm called Zhao Ye, Zhao Ye, not Zhao Huohua!"

Looking at Lin Jiajia speechlessly, Zhao Ye looked at Zhang Cheng beside him, because it was all because of the names he called randomly that now even Lin Jiajia was led astray.

"Got it, Zhao Huohua!"

Looking at Zhao Ye with a face full of smiles, Lin Jiajia asked, "How's the tire?"

"It's all fixed, with me and Zhao Huohua out, what can't be solved!"

Linking arms with Zhao Ye beside him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"This has nothing to do with me, Zhang Cheng brought the tools over early in the morning to fix it!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Zhao Ye didn't want to accept a favor for no reason, especially since he hadn't done anything.

And looking at Zhao Ye beside him, Zhang Cheng had a look of 'iron not becoming steel'.

Doesn't Zhao Ye know that in this era, boys who know a bit of craftsmanship are very popular with girls?

Although, this tire repair skill isn't much, but at least it matches Zhao Ye, because he's a 'spare tire', just like Yao Bin!

Zhao Ye: Damn it...

Yao Bin: Damn it...

"Not bad, Zhao Huohua, I didn't see that you had this skill!"

Stepping forward to pat Zhao Ye on the shoulder, Lin Jiajia pushed the bicycle and said, "Fang Hui, you try it!"

Arriving next to the bicycle, Fang Hui rode it for two laps and immediately said with a smile, "Thank you both!"

"You're welcome, this is what we should do!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with excitement, Zhao Ye didn't expect that Lin Jiajia would actually take the initiative to link arms with him.

Looking at Zhao Ye before him, Zhang Cheng's mouth couldn't help but twitch involuntarily.

Sure enough, tire repair is still something a 'spare tire' has to learn!

"Ding ding ding!"

The bell rang, and after hurriedly parking their bikes, everyone rushed toward the teaching building.

And just at this moment, Lin Jiajia heard the clanging sound coming from Zhang Cheng's schoolbag and said, "What's in your schoolbag?"

"Oh, I'm repairing a bike, I definitely bring some tools in my bag, that's very reasonable, right!"

Explaining to Lin Jiajia, Zhang Cheng smiled.

But hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Zhao Ye was shocked; reasonable my foot, who repairs bikes and carries 'murder weapons' in their schoolbag!

(End of chapter)