Thinking of this, Yi Xuan co-signed on the paper, and according to the old man’s words, stamped the radio on the name, and then two men in black suits walked over to lead the way and led Yi Xuan. Going in, Hei Pi was left outside.
"This is your dressing room." Because it is a simple room, the structure inside is not complicated. Except for the small room just after entering the door, there is a small compartment not far after entering, with the two black suits in front. Leading him to the door, one stood outside the door, and the other followed him into the room.
The compartment is not big, but the things are quite complete, a bench, a locker, and towels and other supplies next to it. Yi Xuan was shocked when he saw the black suit following.
"Didn't you let me change my clothes?" Then you won't go out yet
"The contest requires that the players are not allowed to carry any sharp weapons, so you need to be under our supervision when you change clothes." The black suit explained blankly.
Yi Xuan nodded, and said to the competition and returning the players. If he listened to his words alone, he thought he had entered the national invitational tournament.
Anyway, it’s a man, Yi Xuan doesn’t matter. Quandang took a bath in the public bath, and only a pair of shorts was left off. The black suit immediately handed him a pair of big pants and looked at him. The muscles that are not very obvious, after thinking about it, handed over a hurdling vest.
Yi Xuan looked at the disapproving expression on his body, and knew that the amount of muscle on his body was really not worth seeing, so he obediently put on these two clothes.
"Don't you take your watch?" Looking at the black watch in Yi Xuan's hand in a black suit, asked strangely.
"Huh?" Yi Xuanxin said that it was broken. This watch was really forgotten for a while. It can't be taken off at all. Thinking of this, I am a little emboldened and asked: "Is a watch also a weapon?"
The black suit came up and checked it carefully. Because the watch in the game hall was made of black plastic-like products, it did not seem to have any lethality at all. The black suit curled his lips: "You should not be counted, but the game It’s more intense, and if it’s a valuable item, it may be damaged."
"Oh, it's okay, it's not a valuable thing. If it breaks, it will be broken." Yi Xuan said with a smile. He was depressed when listening to the black suit. Xuan is a boxer after all. Even if he is not very decent, he is not weak in being able to be sent out to punch him. Therefore, although the black suit thought this way, he didn't dare to say it.
He took off a black and red cloak from the clothes hanger and tied it to Yi Xuan.
The cloak has a big hood, which can cover the whole person in it. It is very similar to what Yi Xuan wears when he meets the Demon King BOSS in the King of Fighters. Yi Xuan really likes this.
"The game will start in a while. During this time, you can rest here." The black suit packed Yi Xuan's clothes into the closet, and locked the closet in front of Yi Xuan, holding the key. Said: "Because you cannot carry sharp weapons when you are in the mall, this key will be handed over to your person in charge for safekeeping."
"The person in charge?" It seems that the black suit vowed to carry out his professionalism to the end, and he had to speak in a gentle manner.
"It's black skin."
"Oh~" Yi Xuan suddenly.
The black suit went out, leaving Yi Xuan alone in the room. Listening to the louder and louder noise outside, Yi Xuan knew that the spectators were gradually arriving, and the sense of calm suddenly became a little bit when they got up in the morning. I became agitated, my heart pounded faster, and I didn't know if it was afraid, nervous or excited. Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. Don't be nervous, be confident! You guys. Yi Xuan kept saying to himself.
But the more so, it seems that the feeling of early movement in my heart becomes stronger. Black boxing has only encountered this once in my life. It is impossible to say that I am not nervous. Although I am confident in my own abilities, things are coming. Still not as calm as I thought.
Yi Xuan looked at the straps on the side. He remembered that when he saw Aaron for the first time, he had this thing wrapped around his hands. It looked very professional, so he picked it up and tried to wrap himself a few times, but it got tangled. In the end, there was only one head left, and there was no way to fix it. He remembered watching Yang Kai teach other students to entangle it before, and recalled it carefully, but still couldn't think of a reason, so he tore it off and threw it aside.
After a while I felt bored, picked it up and tried a few more times, waiting for such a boring action, and passed without knowing it. When Yi Xuan finally wrapped a hand, the door creaked. It opened. Just now the man in the suit stood at the door and said blankly, "It's time to play."
Yi Xuan pulled off the straps on his hands a few times, stood up and walked out, put the hood on his cloak on his head, and followed the man in the suit along the corridor made of color steel plates, cheering and applause outside. And the sound of low music faintly came in, causing Yi Xuan's heart to boil again, but this time without guessing, Yi Xuan knew that he seemed to be a little excited.
As soon as the door at the end of the corridor opened, the cheers that had been suppressed just now rushed in. The bleachers that were still sparse just now were full of men and women, and everyone’s faces were filled with fanatical excitement. He shook his arms desperately in the sound of music, and shouted loudly. The stadium that seemed to be unremarkable just now was different from when he first came in.
The windows on both sides were blocked. The room looked like night. The light source beside the ring on the arena was turned on to illuminate the ring. A host wearing a blue striped suit was holding the microphone in the harsh cheers on both sides. He kept swinging his arms, looking extremely emotional, and seeing Yi Xuan walk out of the door, he immediately held the microphone to his mouth with due diligence.
"Ladies and gentlemen, warm applause welcomes our today's boxer TONY. He is about to fight seven consecutive ring champions from the United States. Andrew Johnson, known as the Black King Kong!"
Yi Xuan looked to the opposite side in the dazzling light, and saw that there was an identical entrance on the opposite side. A big black man with a height of nearly two meters was standing there aggressively, with bright black muscles, showing off intentionally. Underneath seemed to be beating constantly, the dark oily face, but the expression was unspeakable hideous.
From a distance, it looks like a chimpanzee with good makeup. No wonder he has such a name, but his own Tony seems too imposing, and he didn't even think of his nickname. It seems that the boss is completely giving up the game. It's a boxing match, I'm probably just a cannon fodder to explore the way, thinking about it, stepping to the bottom of the ring.
The men and women below saw his sculpted faces immediately showed exaggerated smiles, as if mocking him for being indifferent. Yi Xuan looked at the people on the court coldly. These people seemed to be rich and expensive. It is a social elite, but at this time it is showing such a ugly attitude, which is really disgusting.
As if to give those people who underestimated him a good look, Yi Xuan stretched out his hand and pulled off the cloak on his body.
The crowd below instantly quieted down. You must know that Yi Xuan bounced in place. For the convenience of viewing, this arena was built a little higher than the general arena, and with the guardrail, it was almost two meters high. Yi Xuan was actually easy. Jumped up, what a terrible jumping ability this is.
For one or two seconds, the crowd in the audience suddenly burst into cheers. Amidst such cheers, Yi Xuan showed a contemptuous smile.
"Well, boss, I'm not wrong, don't look at the appearance of this kid, but he can play very well." A Biao looked at Yi Xuan on the court with excitement and resentment. The man next to you asked for credit.
The person he called the boss was sitting in the shadow of a private room. The light was blocked by the ceiling of the private room. From the outside, you could only see the small half of the face under the shadow, the pointed chin, the thin lips, and a touch of faintness. The beards all gave people a calm and indifferent feeling. Hearing A Biao's courtesy, the man snorted coldly, and A Biao immediately retreated to the side of the corner with interest, and did not dare to speak any more.
Standing on the ring, Yi Xuan listened to waves of cheers from the crowd. His heart was surging and full of fighting spirit. He turned his head and stared at the opposite side. A huge black shadow was facing the light step by step. Came towards the ring suddenly.