What kind of world is this? Zhuang Yan still couldn't understand it for a while. He didn't know if he didn't search it. It turns out that his own shitty thing can get so many media attention. If you say a few words in the sports newspaper, just say a few words. Why are you joining in the fun, an entertainment newspaper.
Zhuang Yan found that even if he didn't depend on his fans for food, he still couldn't hold back them cueing him all day long.
But it's also strange, this pot of dirty water came out of nowhere, I don't know if there is someone behind the scenes, or these netizens are just so boring and gossip.
Qin Ruoshui put his hands on Zhuang Yan's shoulders, and said to him in a low voice, "Concentrate on punching, and I'll take care of the rest."
Zhuang Yan grunted, the fact that he punched fake punches back then was not as loud as it is now, but it was only because only boxing fans paid attention to the fake punches back then, and now there are still a bunch of salty carrots to worry about. gossip netizen.
If the sponsor is not the sponsor, the boxing fans really don’t care. As long as a boxer can fight, it’s over. If they care so much about their private life, I’m afraid these boxers in the boxing world can go straight to three-quarters of them. .
What's the point of taking care of this? Look at the rich woman and sister they voted for. She is good-looking and rich. If she is willing to take care of me, I will be very happy too.
Give back the money after sleeping, where in the world can I find such a good thing!
The fighting power of boxing fans should not be underestimated. They scolded Zhuang Yan on the forum for several years in the past few years, and they have accumulated a lot of experience, but occasionally they hit the keyboard too fast, but the brain, the subject followed by Zhuang Yan Yan, caused the opponent to be stunned when they saw the fragrance they emitted.
Zhuang Yan: "..."
Damn this is a group of black fans!
In order not to be pissed off by the group of people who claimed to be his fans, Zhuang Yan simply disconnected from the net and started to study the next opponent with Proust.
One more match tomorrow will make it to the finals. This match is very important to Zhuang Yan. Whether he is strong enough to sign up for the WBO next year will depend on this match.
Proust originally had great confidence in Zhuang Yan, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Yan's opponent tomorrow would be the former world boxing champion Megri. Although his level has declined slightly in recent years, what about the skinny camel? Said to be bigger than a horse, Proust is not very clear about Megli's current state, so he can only let Zhuang Yan watch more videos of Megli's previous games, so as to be mentally prepared.
Zhuang Yan and Proust studied the routines commonly used by Megli at his peak. Proust also gave Zhuang Yan his boxing notes that he had treasured for many years. Grandpa sent equipment, an oversized golden finger.
But studying Proust's notebook is a bit cramped now, and if he can't study it thoroughly, he may be taken astray. If you have this time, it's better to watch the video of Megli's previous years' games.
Qin Ruoshui's learning ability is very strong. He watched it twice with Zhuang Yan, and he had already learned all of Megley's common moves. He practiced with Zhuang Yan for two rounds. The game has a little confidence.
Proust also asked him to relax, if he wants to have a good performance in the boxing ring tomorrow, adequate rest is a must.
He also had to sigh again, why didn't a good seed like Qin Ruoshui enter the boxing world for a try? Then he wouldn't be as worried as he is now.
Zhuang Yan went back to the bedroom, and together with Qin Ruoshui, analyzed the tactics that Megri might adopt in the ring tomorrow. In the end, Zhuang Yan realized that it was not very useful for him to think about these things now. It had been a long time since Megri Appearing in the boxing ring, no one can guarantee whether he will suddenly change his strategy.
As a matter of urgency, he'd better get a good night's sleep first.
But he had something on his mind, and he couldn't fall asleep right away. After all, he will be fighting against the world's boxing champion tomorrow. The time didn't come out because he had taken drugs for a while and ruined his body, and he had just recuperated during this period.
But the title of World Boxing Champion is indeed quite bluffing. Zhuang Yan stared at both eyes without any sleepiness. It may be that his two eyes were too bright. In the end, he simply turned over and pressed on Zhuang Yan's body: "A moderate amount of exercise will help you sleep."
Zhuang Yan really can't sleep now, maybe he can sleep with Qin Ruoshui if he is tired.
Qin Ruoshui knew that Zhuang Yan would have a competition tomorrow, so he didn't want to make him too tired. Today's exercise was gentle and gentle, like the cup of sleep-aiding milk before going to bed, or like the soothing music playing in his ears in his sleep. light music.
After it was over, Zhuang Yan yawned and hugged Qin Ruoshui's neck, finally feeling a little sleepy. Qin Ruoshui took a tissue to clean him up briefly, then squeezed into his quilt, and gently wrapped Zhuang Yan in in his arms.
Zhuang Yan rubbed his head against his chest and hummed twice. After a while, his breathing gradually became even.
Qin Ruoshui lowered her head and kissed his hairpin.
The next morning, Zhuang Yan woke up in good spirits. Proust nodded his head seeing that he was in good condition. After breakfast, he explained to him a few more words, and then let him go for a checkup.
The match between Zhuang Yan and Megri was in the morning. From a certain point of view, Megri’s current experience is somewhat similar to Zhuang Yan’s. Boxing fans hated him, but couldn’t control their bodies to come to support him. his game.
It's just that the news of Megli's drug use has not been confirmed. In addition, Zhuang Yan is a foreigner, and most of the boxing fans who supported him at the scene still stood. The few boxing fans who had the conditions to follow Zhuang Yan abroad seemed very pitiful , Shouting broke his throat, his voice was not as loud as others, and he was full of momentum.
Zhuang Yan stood on top of the square boxing ring. Although the shouts from the boxing fans below were loud, he couldn't understand a word except for Megry's name. When he was in high school, his English was not very good. I haven't touched a single English word for a few years after learning, and all the things I learned back then were returned to the bald English teacher.
It didn't make any difference to Zhuang Yan whether he understood these voices or not.
When the bell rang, Megri was the first to punch Zhuang Yan. As soon as the punch hit Zhuang Yan's face, he knew that Megri's style had changed, but it was just to deal with his temporary change. It's not clear whether it's the style, or whether it's been changing all this time.
Zhuang Yan was not the only one who noticed the change in Megry's style, and Proust couldn't help but sweat for Zhuang Yan. Their work was probably all for nothing last night.
The two were fighting in the boxing ring, and the battle was fierce from the very beginning. He and Megli changed their previous style of defending first and then attacking, and they wanted to smash the little guy Zhuang Yan to the ground from the very beginning, but Zhuang Yan was better than him. It was more difficult than imagined, his movements were nimble, like a slippery fish, his fists frequently missed, if it wasn't for the mouthguard, he would have cursed out.
The first round passed in a cat-and-mouse game of chasing me and hiding. Proust came up and told him the next strategy he could adopt. Zhuang Yan chose the second one without hesitation. He couldn't hide anymore, otherwise, even if he persisted for ten rounds, his score might not be optimistic.
Below the boxing ring, the voices of boxing fans became louder and louder, but Zhuang Yan's fans were a little sluggish. Zhuang Yan has always been positive. Did he choose this strategy this time because his opponent was stronger than him? Even stronger than imagined.
Qin Ruoshui is still sitting in the first row of the auditorium. This place is no different than in China. He has no privileges, can't go backstage, and can't go to the ring to comfort Zhuang Yan, but he has confidence in Zhuang Yan. See Zhuang Yan looked at him, Qin Ruoshui curled his mouth and smiled at him, the camera suddenly focused on him at this moment, and his face appeared on the big screen in front of him.
Qin Ruoshui's beauty does not have a strong impact, but this does not prevent the eyes of boxing fans in the arena from being attracted to him for a brief moment.
In the next few rounds, Zhuang Yan and Megli faced each other head-on, and the fight was very fierce. The audience in the audience was also excited and shouted continuously. Zhuang Yan received a lot of punches on his body, but Megri was not completely on the top. The two of them were back and forth on the ring, and the fight was inseparable. Zhuang Yan's face soon hung up. Cai, but Megry was not much better.
Every time Zhuang Yan competed, Qin Ruoshui was no less worried than Mr. Zhuang, but boxing was Zhuang Yan's choice and his dream. Qin Ruoshui preferred to send him to a higher place.
Megley's eyes were a little red, and he had received a lot of punches on his body. This Zhuang Yan looked like he didn't have much flesh on his body, but the strength of his fists was not weak at all. He almost wondered if he had eaten Popeye of spinach.
In the sixth round, both fighters were a little tired. Zhuang Yan saw the right time and punched Megri with a heavy punch. Before Megri could react, a series of jabs followed closely.
When Megley fell, there was a moment of silence in the arena. It was unbelievable that the first of the two of them to fall would be Megry.
From the seventh round, Zhuang Yan finally began to gradually occupy the top spot. Megri scored consecutive points, and finally the game ended, and Zhuang Yan won with an overwhelming score.
The boxing fans in the audience shouted Zhuang Yan's name, but when they called Zhuang Yan's name, their tone was a bit strange, but it didn't matter.
The video of the game was quickly spread across the country.
Those gossip netizens who fought with the boxing fans also gradually began to doubt whether Zhuang Yan was really taken care of by the benefactor.
Just like that, Jin mainly provoked him, and he punched him, and Jin Zhu lost half of his life.
In domestic competitions, they could insist that it was Zhuang Yan who made fake punches, but no matter how powerful the financial backer behind Zhuang Yan was, they probably couldn't extend their hands and feet abroad.
It is not impossible, maybe that is a man who holds the lifeblood of the global economy.
Ha ha.
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It should be over tomorrow~