Sixteen seconds!
It only took sixteen seconds!
Boxing fans gasped as they looked at the huge timer hanging above.
Although Zhang Dechi was an amateur player, he shouldn't have been knocked down by Zhuang Yan in such a short period of time, and it seemed that he was still seriously injured.
Many boxing fans raised their hands and rubbed their eyes in unison. The timer showed sixteen seconds, that's right.
When they looked at Zhuang Yan again, they suddenly felt that there was a radiance behind him. Many boxing fans remembered the scene when Zhuang Yan first appeared on the stage, and the situation when he won the first victory. It seems that this is also the case. .
He's back, really back.
For the first time, fans are clearly aware of this.
Qin Ruoshui stared at Zhuang Yan on the ring, his heartbeat accelerated for some reason, he raised his hand and pressed on his chest to calm his restless heart.
Qin Butler noticed his strangeness, and quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell, sir?"
"fine."
The referee on the stage came over, stopped beside Zhang Dechi, bent over him and started counting down.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Zhang Dechi opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the magnified face of the referee. The pain made his five sense organs squeeze together, and it took him a while to realize what was going on.
His mobility was not completely lost, but even if he stood up now, it was just another blow from Zhuang Yan, and his ribs were still hurting badly, so he really didn't want to add more injuries.
As the referee's countdown sounded, there was enthusiastic encouragement from the boxing fans in the audience. The voice was overwhelming, like the spring thunder during the Waking of Insects, coming mightily, even if it is a dying person, listen Hearing this voice should also have the motivation to live.
However, Zhang Dechi didn't move at all, the happiness is theirs, and the pain is his own.
As a mature man, the first thing he has to learn is to protect himself. The ambition to beat Zhuang Yan to the ground just now has disappeared without a trace, so let him lie down here.
That's fine, really.
Zhang Dechi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking past the referee who was counting down, and looked at Zhuang Yan behind him. Zhuang Yan stood there calmly, as if he didn't feel too much joy for his victory.
Great, that young man is back again.
He couldn't help showing a gratified smile on his face. He only took the road of boxing after watching Zhuang Yan's match, and he was extremely disappointed and angry because of Zhuang Yan's fake punches.
Before he took the stage, he thought that if he could defeat Zhuang Yan, he must educate this young man well. A person who fights black boxers will never become a real and successful boxer.
However, he failed, he was knocked to the ground so easily by Zhuang Yan, watching him gain glory, seeing him bright and beautiful. But compared to watching him being beaten by a rookie so that his mouthguard fell off, and he fell off the stage, he was in such a mess, it was better.
Zhang Dechi took a deep breath, it was pretty good to be defeated by Zhuang Yan's fist like this.
It's an honor to be defeated!
I don't know if Zhang Dechi will feel that way when he realizes that he only lasted for sixteen seconds.
"... three, two, one!"
After the countdown was over, Zhang Dechi was still lying on the ground, and the referee could announce the winner of this match.
He raised Zhuang Yan's right hand high, and there was a burst of cheers from the audience. Although there was a lot of scolding in the sound, it still feels good, doesn't it
Zhuang Yan looked up at the dome above his head again as he did when he first stepped onto the ring, the corners of his mouth raised upwards, he was very grateful to his friends in the deep sea.
It was him who gave him the chance to get back in the ring.
Qin Ruoshui looked at Zhuang Yan's expression and felt a little unhappy for no reason. Who is this human being thinking about now
After announcing the victory, Zhuang Yan walked over and pulled Zhang Dechi up from the ground, and said to him: "Go back and practice more sit-ups, you can increase your abdominal muscles and enhance your ability to resist blows."
Zhang Dechi bowed his head and hummed uncomfortably, and after a while he asked Zhuang Yan, "Can you sign me when you go backstage?"
There are still three games behind Zhuang Yan and Zhang Dechi, but the audience is not interested in the next game, especially after watching such a short but extremely exciting game.
The boxing fans exited happily, only the owner of the coal mine who had bought Zhang Dechi won a funeral, sitting on a chair and not knowing what night it was, he heard the whispers of those boxing fans in his ears.
"Who did you buy?"
The other person coughed lightly, looked around, "I bought Zhuang Yan."
"Didn't you say you are not allowed to buy Zhuang Yan?"
"Didn't I just buy it smoothly? I used to buy him, and my app defaulted to buying him, and I forgot to change it."
I have never heard of any app that buys lottery tickets by default.
"And you?"
"I'm Zhuang Yan too."
The two met each other with a smile, and patted each other's shoulders. They are really good brothers.
"Only a fool would believe what the forum said. No matter how bastard Zhuang Yan is, he was the one who won the gold belt back then, and it wasn't because of that incident. He might have rushed to the WBC to fight. Zhang Dechi is an amateur. Compare with him?"
"Whoever buys Zhang Dechi is a fool. No one really listens to the forum and buys Zhang Dechi."
"That's possible. Look at the joyful expressions on their faces like children's. They must all buy Zhuang Yan."
"Then why were you scolding Zhuang Yan at the beginning?"
"Hey, scolding Zhuang Yan won't delay buying him to win, just scold if you should."
"..."
The boss's heart is completely cold. Is he the only one who was deceived by the forum and bought Zhang Dechi
He turned his head and looked around, and finally he found a young man in the corner, dressed as a student, young, playing with his mobile phone with his head down, looking not in a good mood.
After a little hesitation, the boss walked over cheekily and asked in a low voice, "Brother, whoever you buy wins?"
The young man raised his head with a proud expression on his face: "Zhang Dechi, didn't you say that whoever buys Zhuang Yan is the grandson?"
The boss's eyes lit up. It turned out that he was not the only victim. He immediately stretched his neck and asked him, "How much did you pay for it?"
"ten bucks."
boss:"… "
"Why do you look like this?" As if being insulted, the young man slapped the chair and stood up. The education boss said, "You look down on ten yuan. Ten yuan is love, and ten yuan is also love."
The boss thinks about it, no matter what, it's better than those boxing fans who say that Zhuang Yan is nothing but secretly buy him to win. Thinking of this, the boss is in a better mood, but just to be sure, he Ask the young man: "Did you buy Zhuang Yan?"
The young man hummed for a while, then whispered, "I bought some."
"How many?"
"I don't have much pocket money, just three thousand. I have classes later, so I'll leave first." After the young man finished speaking, he quickly picked up his backpack and disappeared into the sea of people.
boss:"… "
He shook his head, hating these people for being too treacherous, and himself for being too naive.
…
Boxing fans use their actual actions to prove to the world that people live in this world, has anyone ever been a grandfather, is there anyone who has never been a grandson
But even if Zhuang Yan won the game, they should scold or scold, there is no shortage of words.
Some boxing fans who were unable to come to watch the match live in other places asked in the forum who won the match. The boxing fans who had watched the match typed out the word Zhuang Yan through gritted teeth.
Later, a boxing fan at the scene threw out a short video, only 16 seconds long, those who hadn't watched it thought it was just a clip, so they played it indifferently.
From the beginning, it's not bad that Zhuang Yan still has something, and in the middle he sighed that Zhang Dechi couldn't play well, but in the end, it's over.
All those who watched the video were silent in front of the screen, confused, what just happened? Is the person in the video really Zhuang Yan? Why did this game end so quickly? Is it fast forward
This building was quickly promoted to the front page by boxing fans.
[Fuck, fuck, fuck, let's go fast!]
[Is that Zhuang Yan? Is that Zhuang Yan? I really haven't seen him punch for a long time, I'm a little excited now]
[Awesome! I haven't boxed in the past few years, why does it seem that I have grown better than before? This is not quitting boxing, this is clearly a closed-door practice]]
[The last punch to the ribs was really beautiful, Zhuang Yan, a bitch, is not bad at all]
[This is not possible, it is quite possible! Is this how the body is hollowed out? I want to be hollowed out too]
…
The moderator was probably Zhuang Yanhei, and he quickly hid this post, so that no one except high-ranking friends could see it.
Except for this post, other posts are still scolding Zhuang Yan. This victory will never wash away his past stains. His name will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever and ever!
These remarks gradually diverged into Zhuang Yan's blind cat bumping into a dead mouse this time, he will never go on smoothly, and the next opponent will definitely let him taste the taste of failure again.
As for what these boxing fans think in their hearts, only they know.
…
After Zhuang Yan returned to the backstage and signed Zhang Dechi's autograph, he took out his coat phone, opened WeChat, and was about to tell Baozi who couldn't come over because of something today, when he found Qin Ruoshui sent him a message, four words : [playing well]
However, before Zhuang Yan opened the keyboard to reply, he watched the message be withdrawn.
Zhuang Yan: "?"
He also sent a question mark in his hand.
After a while, a message from Qin Ruoshui came, [wrong post]
Zhuang Yan: "..."
Besides him, did Mr. Qin watch other people's games just now? Could it be that the message just now was intended for Zhang Dechi
It doesn't make sense.
After changing his clothes and coming out of the backstage lounge, he saw Butler Qin standing at the door and said to him with a smile, "Sir is already waiting for you in the car."
"Why did you come here today, sir?"
Butler Qin smiled without saying a word.
Zhuang Yan and the others originally planned to go to Baozi's boxing gym to chat for a while after winning the match, but now that Qin Ruoshui was waiting for them, they immediately rejected their brothers and sent Zhou Fei, Wang Chengzong and Baozi each a WeChat message, telling them that they had something to do , today will not pass.
Just as Wang Chengzong went to the underground parking lot to drive his car out, he received this message from Zhuang Yan. He didn't think much about it. When he was about to drive his car out from here, he saw Zhuang Yan coming out of the arena. Walk towards a black luxury car.
Wang Chengzong has a little research on sports cars, and the logo and license plate of that car are not accessible to ordinary people at first glance.
Then he watched Zhuang Yan get into the car with an old man, rubbed his eyes, and was sure that the young man was Zhuang Yan.
Wang Chengzong raised his hand and touched his chin, his brother won't be really taken care of by a rich woman, right
Thinking of the rich woman emoji he saw in the group before, he quickly drank most of the bottle of mineral water to suppress his shock.
Wu Lianshui stared intently at the video of Zhuang Yan's match, watched it over and over again, and watched Zhang Dechi who finally staggered two steps and fell on the stage. With the top of his head, he will never see the light of day.
He rushed into the training room like a madman, smashed the contents all over, and the sound of jingling bells resounded throughout the floor. After about half an hour, Wu Lianshui's strength was exhausted, and he only slightly After calming down a little, he sat on the carpet, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and called Zhao Wei. After the call was connected, he asked directly: "Is his injury healed?"
Zhao Wei knew who Wu Lianshui was talking about. He also watched the short video just now. In the video, Zhuang Yan was indeed acting like a normal person, without any traces of injuries, but he still couldn't believe this fact: " Impossible, back then I accompanied him to all the big hospitals at home and abroad, saying that his waist could not be cured, and that night—"
Wu Lianshui interrupted him: "I watched his game video, and he doesn't look like he's injured."
Zhao Wei was silent for a while, and suddenly had a terrible guess. His voice trembled, and he asked in a low voice, "Could it be a human?"
"It's not a human, it's a ghost!"
Zhao Wei thought exactly this way: "We beat him so hard that day that we didn't even know how many ribs were broken on his body, so we threw him into the sea directly. Even if he was a swimmer, he couldn't swim back to the shore in that situation, let alone He was bound hand and foot and put in a sack."
"This matter is indeed a bit strange. You go to see him and see what's going on with him?"
"I'm going?" Zhao Wei cried out in shock. It was too late for him to hide from Zhuang Yan, and he ran in front of him, unless his brain was flooded!
Soon Wu Lianshui poured a bucket of seawater into his head, and he said to Zhao Wei on the other end of the phone: "You owe another 70,000 yuan in gambling debts, as long as you go to see Zhuang Yan now, give me Find out what's going on with him, and I'll help you pay back the money."
"He has to beat me to death!" Zhao Wei was about to cry on the phone.
"If you can't be beaten to death, the most he can do is vent his anger," Wu Lianshui thought in his heart, it would be better to kill Zhuang Yan, and he would have to go to prison if he killed Zhuang Yan, and then he wouldn't have to be so frightened.
He bewitched Zhao Wei and said, "Think about it, you can earn 70,000 yuan for a single beating, isn't it worth it?"
Gradually, Zhao Wei also felt that what Wu Lianshui said was reasonable. Although Zhuang Yan was a boxer, he had never done anything illegal.
He gritted his teeth: "Okay, I agree, but 70,000 is not enough, I want 100,000."
As long as he can continue to be the boxing champion, let alone a hundred thousand, one million will be no problem. Wu Lianshui agreed, "Deal."
Wu Lianshui was worried about whether Zhuang Yan's return would shake his status, while Wen Luochen in the Wen family was worried about the next paternity test. Now he no longer has Zhuang Yan's hair in his hand.
The Wen family just has a lot of shit. Back then, it wasn't enough to take three hairs and go to three hospitals for paternity tests. Now that he has picked him up and held a birthday party for him to admit his identity, he is still worried about doing another one. Period paternity test.
He had to think about how to get another hair from Zhuang Yan's body to deal with this matter.