Chapter 57 Chapter fifty-seven

I was sitting on a chair, staring at the giant six-sided TV hanging above the ring in a daze. "Don't be distracted, just focus on adjusting your breathing." Bruce himself looked up, watching the sports equipment advertisements on the giant TV, and just wrapped my hands with a cold towel. "Fuck me, I don't breathe at all." I said, watching Ke Luo sitting in the VIP seat whistling to me and pretending to make a face, and then Jian Han picked up his mobile phone. "Damn, this is an interesting match that attracts a lot of money. The association just sells advertisements on the broadcast channel and it's overwhelmed." Bruce snorted and smiled: "In my opinion, the boxing champion must have been commissioned by the association. The longer you fight, the better, so that the association will earn more money from advertisements, and maybe the boxing champion will also get a share of the bonus."

I also expected it, it doesn't matter, the longer the delay, the better for me, fighting exhaustion is what I am good at. Now it's a baby food ad, what the heck has that got to do with a boxing match? "But don't dance to his rhythm." Bruce warned me: "Although the boxing champion is not used to fighting for a long time, the boxing champion is the boxing champion. Race with you." I looked at Jianhan talking on the phone and said, "I see, it's rare for you to give me advice, boss." Jianhan's expression was quite weird. He looked at me, then hung up the phone, and whispered to Ke Luo who was beside him. I was really curious what they were talking about. Was it from Sister Xinxin?

board! The second round begins. I took a breath, not thinking so much for the time being, and walked slowly to the center of the ring. The boxing champion yawned, and slowly put his gloves on, and lightly touched my shoulder with his left fist. As soon as I wanted to get closer, the boxing champion would lazily slip away, and then punched hard with his right hand. scare me. Bruce was right, I couldn't do things at his pace. "Sissy," I said, striding forward, my right slamming defensively in the face, my left staring at the champ's chin. Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Suddenly there was a flash of gold stars, and the boxing champion's left fist suddenly became very fast, but every punch firmly fixed me beyond an arm's length of his. "Don't worry, just enjoy the thrill of fighting against the boxing champion. Maybe after more than twenty years, ha, you can still tell your son how you broke all your teeth!" The dense left fist suppressed me. Damn, the boxing champion's careful and precise style of play made me very angry. I have watched more than a dozen videotapes of boxing champions. He likes to sarcasm his opponents while knocking them unconscious. The quality of his punches is not unusual, but his high skills and strong muscle defense are unmatched in the boxing world.

"What are you crying about?" I rushed forward angrily, my right fist blocked my chin, and my left fist swung towards the champ's jaw. The figure of the boxing champion slipped suddenly, and a flash of my left face fell down. My consciousness went blank for a while, and I knelt down with a bang on my knees, and my body fell obliquely. I opened my eyes, and the nosebleed kept coming out, and it flowed all over the floor. Horse's. I propped my right elbow on the floor, trying to sit up. "Fuck, don't get up in a hurry! Lie down and think about it—think about something funny!" Bruce yelled, and I had to press my forehead to the floor to calm down.

He was actually hit by the boxing champion's shit talk attack. In the eighth second, I stood up and found that the emotions of the audience around me were not as high as before. The boxing champion twisted his neck and yawned. What a scary guy. What annoyed the boxing champion the most in this match was the atmosphere of the match being one-sided to me, and the biggest cause of this enthusiastic atmosphere was the furious momentum of me dying together, moths flying into the flame. However, the boxing champion's lazy boxing posture and knocking me down in the most efficient but least powerful way made the rhythm of the game slow and intermittent.It is also because the boxing champion used skill rather than strength to knock me down, so it is normal for me to get up after being knocked down if the fist is not strong enough. Of course, the audience will not feel my heat, and the atmosphere of the game has cooled down a lot. .

The boxing champion really deserves to be the boxing champion, not only dominating the victory or defeat in the small arena, but also controlling the hearts of the huge and vast audience outside the ring. "It's yours." I couldn't think of a countermeasure for the time being, so I had to bury my eyes behind the glove, obediently being beaten, while observing the rhythm gap of the boxing champion's punches. In this way, the second round ended smoothly.