Chapter 269 Tsk, make yourself passionate
Not only Ye He, but even Liu Qiang, who had just left the field not long ago, stared fixedly at the top of the big screen.
The boy who entered the target seemed to be coated with light, which made people's eyes a little stinging.
He turned his head to look at Ye He who was also raising his eyes, with complicated emotions in his eyes: "Brother He, I didn't expect her to really play."
Putting the water in his hand on the lid and putting it down, Ye He slowly lowered his eyes, his surprise was fleeting, and his voice was faint: "A person like her should have shined in the ring."
He looked at Shang Liuqiang with deep eyes: "Do you believe that, this MMA, she will be the biggest dark horse."
The breath in his chest sank, and Liu Qiang raised his head again. In his sight, the boy was slowly walking onto the ring along the track.
He nodded, also agreeing.
In memory, the young man's shots were no less than professional fighters like them, and maybe even stronger than what they knew.
Otherwise, K1 and ET would not have ended perfectly.
"How is that possible! My eyesight is second to none, and I was praised by that teacher when I was on the side... Hey wait, what did you just say, coach?"
The first thing Su Yu did when his eyes were questioned was to blurt out a retort, but as he spoke, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he approached and asked, "You said you saw me? Weighing site?"
etc! What did he find!
Su Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man who was pinching his chin with one hand and tugging at the zipper of his coat.
Lips trembled a little: "Teach, coach..."
Yu Guang, Wen Yao and the others quickly realized that they slapped Su Yu on the shoulder who was still in a daze: "The coach is going to play the game! You stupid fool!"
With a bottle of water in his hand, he handed it to Su Yu before taking off his clothes.
Su Yu, who took the water, felt a little confused, and felt that it seemed a little unreal.
He tugged at Wen Yao next to him, "Hey, come on, give me a pinch."
Wen Yao heard this, raised his hand and pinched his arm first, Su Yu's whole face wrinkled in pain, "Damn it! It hurts, it hurts, it's true!"
The attitude of their coach before made everyone feel hopeless.
Now this reversal is a bit big, and she needs to digest it.
Taking off his coat, he walked slowly towards the track. Gong Jiu thought about it for a while, and threw the coat to Su Yu and the others.
Jun Gu on this side suddenly stopped when he saw the young man approaching him, and then gave the clothes in his hand to Su Yu and the others.
His eyes sank, and he slowly withdrew the hand he wanted to reach out, and put it in his pocket.
A bit of sarcasm overflowed from his throat.
Tsk, pretend to be passionate.
On the stage, Zhang Meng, a player from the Huage Boxing Gym who had already stood in the center of the ring, looked at the ring where he had not seen his opponent for a long time, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
While he was still thinking about why people didn't go to the ring, a person slowly walked out of the opposite passage.
The moment he saw the person, Zhang Meng's eyes flashed a bit of surprise and amazement—this boy was clearly more eye-catching than on the electronic screen.
only…
He frowned subconsciously. This person was too weak. At first glance, he always felt thinner than him.
In this battle, everyone is a flyweight player. Zhang Meng himself is also a kind of thinner, but at this moment, he obviously feels that the boy on the opposite side is weaker than him.
But as an insider, he has heard a little about Gong Jiuan's skill, so he immediately gave up the idea of belittling him and stood up straight.
The moment Gong Jiuan stepped onto the ring, the audience burst into shouts and shouts.
The most exciting part of the last game was not as good as it is now, full of voices.
Wearing the officially prepared five-finger gloves and mouthguards, the two faced each other from a distance.
The referee stood in the middle of the two sides, holding the whistle in one hand and half-raised the other in the air.
After the slender and slender girl holding a sign walked around the ring to announce, the whistle sounded, and the game officially began.
The match had just started, Zhang Meng chose to attack first, and kept punching to narrow the distance, testing Gong Jiuhan.
Fist and kick came alternately, Gong Jiu frowned slightly, dodging his attack without a trace.
The move failed, Zhang Meng quickly opened the distance, retreated, his neck was crooked, a little startled.
Gong Jiu's dodging figure seems to be careless, but in fact, he avoids every angle just right.
Zhang Meng completely put away the luck in his heart and calmed down.
Nerves began to tense gradually, and his eyes locked on Gong Jiuhan who was opposite him without blinking.
Gently turning his wrist, Gong Jiuhan slowly swept across the enemy facing him, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shining brightly.
After a brief exercise, a gleam of brilliance suddenly flashed in her deep eyes.
Although Zhang Meng is a player of the new generation, his strength is not low. Logically speaking, it is absolutely no problem for him to advance to the preliminary round with this skill.
It's a pity that he met Gong Jiuan.
The moment the whistle sounded suddenly, Zhang Meng felt sweat pouring down his back.
Fighting against Gong Jiuan is really exhausting.
Every move he makes, she seems to be able to predict it in advance. She won't face you head-on, but she won't completely avoid it either.
The situation was deadlocked for a while.
People in the auditorium quieted down in unison, with countless pairs of eyes fixed on the top of the ring, for fear of missing any exciting places.
During the halftime break, everyone let out a sigh of relief, calmed down and said that watching a game is tiring.
"What's going on?" Hua Ge's coach is a slightly older middle-aged man. When Zhang Meng retreated to the rest area, his face was very serious: "Your home court has been taken over by others, do you know?"
He glanced at Gong Jiuhan, who was also receding across the way, "Don't be impatient, she hasn't let go to fight you yet, you need to adjust first."
This person's strength is a bit unpredictable, Zhang Meng's unknown in this game is too big.
Coach Hua Ge patted Zhang Meng on the shoulder.
Here, Gong Jiuan took the towel, looked up, and found that it was Wen Yao.
Lowering her eyes, she swallowed and wiped away the few beads of sweat.
Su Yu hurried forward, unscrewed the water in his hand and handed it to her, Gong Jiuhan took it and took a sip.
People who are closer to the ring can see that the young man's slightly raised jaw has a smooth line, and his dazzling white neck is agitating with drinking water.
Extra alluring.
Aroused the exclamation of many fans.
Jun Gu didn't go to the rest area of the ring, but stood under the stage, he saw the little girls taking out their mobile phones and wantonly patting the boy drinking water on the stage.
He slightly raised his eyes and looked over, staring at the young Cibai's arm for a long time before letting out a cold snort from his throat.
Blue face is a disaster.
"beep—"
The whistle sounded, and the second game started again.
After saluting each other, Zhang Meng didn't choose to be impulsive this time, but Gong Jiu was silent.
Her shots suddenly became active.
Zhang Meng was a little tongue-tied and a little dazed at the high speed.
She will win this game, including every game in the future.
(end of this chapter)