radiothebook Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Yuan Xiaolin put down these words, with provocative eyes, and just looked at Ming Chen like that.
Ming Chen looked up at him, and after a long while, slowly said a word: "Oh."
Yuan Xiaolin: "..."
Ming Chen smiled at him: "Do you have anything else to do?"
A camera behind him pushed the camera over and took pictures of the two of them. Ming Chen's smiling face was indescribably kind. Yuan Xiaolin endured and endured, but he still didn't dare to say what he wanted to say in front of the camera.
Although he didn't think it mattered, Mr. Hou repeatedly told him about the "personal design", and now he has become a little conditioned to be obedient.
But laughing is definitely not possible, Yuan Xiaolin twisted his face, and walked to the other side with heavy steps.
[Mr. Mingchen, martial arts in the world are extensive and profound, and on the road to the position of the Martial God, every opponent deserves respect.Learn martial arts, a good attitude can also help you make more friends. ]
Ming Chen said silently: [What's wrong with my attitude! ]
The system was confused for a while, and it seemed that it was also analyzing what was wrong. After a while, it mechanically said: [Mr. Mingchen, I wish you good health and prosperous luck. ]
To be honest, Yuan Xiaolin is very different from the worldly master Ming Chen imagined. According to the system, he should be a junior trained by a serious martial arts family.
Such a person, even if he doesn't sell fruit on the street like Ren Ping because of the mountains in his home, he should be a little bit more immortal, right?
It can be seen that he wants to work hard in this direction in his external variety shows, but he always makes some image-destructive actions from time to time, such as always staring at whether he is qualified to make movies.
But looking back, he was the person Hou Wenchang found, so it was only natural to stare at him.
Ming Chen thought, Zhao Yue had already introduced the rules on the stage and started the ring.The first player to play was a player who had just chatted with him. Judging from his talent show, he practiced the palm technique, which is probably at the level of his master's senior disciples in Chanxin Temple, which is quite good.
Before going on stage, everyone clearly knew that they were recording a show. Some people who had a strong desire to perform talked endlessly, and some were nervous when they saw the camera, so they almost went on stage with hands and feet.
But after the start of the ring, the two sides really faced each other, but after 3 minutes of fighting, the atmosphere changed.
From "showing off skills" to "seeking to win".
[Mr. Mingchen, this is the charm of martial arts, please feel it carefully. ] After the system finished speaking, it quietly fell silent.
After a round was finished, it resumed the game as if it had been restarted, and analyzed for Ming Chen what the red side was doing, what moves the blue side had, and how to fight when he encountered it.
Ming Chen listened carefully, nodding from time to time.
The system said that everyone has unique skills, and any opponent who is weak on paper should not be underestimated, and it may turn you over at any time.
Ming Chen said: [Father is right, then I'll be the last one. ]
[…] In fact, the system that wanted him to play a few more games was silent for a while, and then mechanically said: [Mr. Mingchen, I wish you good health and prosperous martial arts. ]
Ming Chen smiled and said nothing.
He looked at Yuan Xiaolin.
Mingchen's strength is underestimated among this group of people.Generally speaking, there is always a big difference between professional and non-professional, and a layman will think that he is the traffic leader of this show at a glance, and take it for granted that he is not good.
The worse it is, the more it is necessary to perform on stage early. The rules that even Zhao Yue knows, others naturally know too.
In this way, Ming Chen, who sat firmly under the stage without even moving his buttocks, stood out a bit.
Even the director came over halfway, quietly asked him if he wanted to go up, and suggested that he go up earlier, but Ming Chen refused.
He heard rustling voices from under the stage, and many people were talking about him, asking if he was scared, if he wanted to wait for an opponent who also practiced boxing, and so on.
Ming Chen smiled slightly.
The arena process is getting closer and closer to the end, and the discussion is getting louder.Seeing that there were three people left, Ming Chen still didn't move.
What else is this?Do you really want to face Yuan Xiaolin alone?
Then he must either lose face, beg for mercy, or... influence him with love? :
The buddy who remained among the last three obviously fell into the same confused thinking, looked at Ming Chen and Yuan Xiaolin, neither of them moved.
The atmosphere on the stage was tense, so he slowly stood up and asked in a low voice, "Am...are I really going?"
He said this while looking at Ming Chen.
"Come on!" Ming Chen waved his hand.
The third-ranked buddy swallowed his saliva, obviously thinking that it would be better not to add more oil, and shouting like this made it look like he was participating in a third-rate school sports meeting.
The moves he practiced beat the last player, and he won the game in 8 minutes, leaving only two people in the audience.
Ming Chen made a "please" gesture to Yuan Xiaolin.
Everyone, including the director team, took a deep breath.
This is really going all out! ?
Everyone knows that Yuan Xiaolin is the highest expert in the audience. To be precise, this show is planned to praise him.
In the script of the director's team, he should appear at the end, showing an easy but wonderful victory, so that the show can reach the climax in a layered manner, and finally end with unfinished business.
The director team did not expect Ming Chen to stay until now, but if he is on stage now, the script can return to the right track—lose to the current winner on stage, and the winner will lose to Yuan Xiaolin without losing the excitement.
But Mingchen can't make it?
The result would be that the winner on stage would lose to Yuan Xiaolin, and then Mingchen would be easily dealt with by Yuan Xiaolin.
...I always feel that something is weird, like a rotten tail after a wonderful article.
What did Ming Chen think?
The director team was praying that Yuan Xiaolin would not come on, when he slowly stood up.This stop made everyone anxious, the director team called a timeout for an unprecedented time, and then sent someone to find Ming Chen for negotiation.
The program team said a lot of earnest words, but was blocked by the sentence "Can't I be the last one?"
"But this is one less chance to show..."
"It's okay." Ming Chen said calmly, "I don't care."
The staff went back to report in desperation, the director pondered for ten seconds, and finally struggled: "Call his agent and try."
When sister Xi Shi's cell phone rang, she was following Si Yan'an into the gate of the stadium.
Si Yan'an wore a pair of sunglasses and a black coat, and walked towards the corner like a bodyguard, only stopping when he heard the ringing of the bell.
"Huh?" Sister Xi Shi held up the phone and leaned against the door, the signal was better there: "What's the last?"
After explaining it hard over there, Sister Xi Shi understood. She tiptoed to look at the ring surrounded by equipment and audience, and said, "He won't go? That's it, then I'll tell him..."
She suddenly felt a pat on the shoulder, looked sideways, and saw Si Yan'an.
"Listen to him." Si Yanan gave instructions.
"..." Sister Xi Shi gave him a complicated look, hesitated for three seconds, and compromised: "Forget it, let him do whatever he likes."
The director on the other end was speechless for a while, and hung up the phone angrily after scolding him for being unkind.
"Can you please..." Ms. Xishi ran to her boss Yan'an and stood on the edge of the stands. At this time, Yuan Xiaolin had already stepped onto the stage, saluting her opponent with a cold expression.
The more Sister Xi Shi looked at it, the more disturbed she became: "This man looks so fierce."
Si Yan'an crossed his arms, smiled softly, and said after a while, "It's okay, Ming Chen is more fierce than him."
Maybe it was because Yuan Xiaolin was in a bad mood and made heavy shots, or maybe the victors on the stage lost their momentum because they dragged on for too long. This match only lasted 2 minutes, and Yuan Xiaolin won without dispute.
From Sister Xi Shi's point of view, he won as if he was playing. The opponent couldn't keep up with him no matter his reaction or speed. With one punch, Yuan Xiaolin went around behind him.
"What should I do?" Sister Xi Shi was dumbfounded: "Is there still time to call Baby back home?"
The more Sister Xi Shi thought about it, the more panicked she became: "I don't think he can't do it, and it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, but if he gets beaten, does it hurt? Maybe the beating is for nothing..."
As she spoke, Ming Chen finally got down from the stands.
The much-anticipated lights poured on him, and his steps were calm.
Sister Xishi replied slowly: "...forget it, he has an idea, maybe he can do it."
Ming Chen came up, faced Yuan Xiaolin face to face, clasped his fists and saluted.
He was wearing a fairly ordinary white T-shirt with the logo of Chanxin Temple embroidered on the chest. The monks are keeping up with the times. This is the "summer school uniform" they wear under their outer robes. of.
The trousers were Ren Ping's style, ordinary Chinese silk trousers, the trousers were neatly tightened, and Ming Chen wrapped a bandage from the ankle to the heel to prevent sprained feet.
Compared with Yuan Xiaolin, who is so gorgeous and gorgeous, it's like a trainee meeting a mentor in an idol talent show.
"Senior Yuan." Ming Chen greeted him.The other side also nodded like a mentor.
He smiled, his heart was quite calm, and he was so calm that he was a little surprised.
In fact, he couldn't sleep last night, thinking that he had practiced with the system for so long and hadn't really played against professionals. He didn't have a clear position in his heart, and he didn't know what kind of scene it would be like today.
But now, at this moment, in front of him, he realized that instead of thinking so much, it is better to let nature take its course.
The audience was tensely quiet, Ming Chen and Yuan Xiaolin looked at each other for a while, and after a while, Yuan Xiaolin suddenly jumped out and was in front of him in an instant.Ming Chen stepped aside to avoid the blow, and saw a surprised expression on the opponent's face, quite puzzled.
What, is it strange?
This kind of avoidance routine is so simple that it can't be simpler. It's normal to practice conditioned reflexes, right?Could it be that he thinks he can win by going faster?
Thoughts flashed through his mind like a wisp of steam, he didn't think about anything else, and concentrated on responding to Yuan Xiaolin's moves.
The system has never taught him any school or school, but a more systematic and comprehensive technique.
Angles, actions, the most appropriate way to respond, and the simplest reaction logic, these things are useful in any situation, and it is worthy of the phrase "change with the same".
Because he disassembled and smashed it to learn at the beginning, he later learned Dragon Boxing and Shaolin Kungfu very quickly, and he would not get shy when faced with an unfamiliar Kungfu.
After all, it's just action.
Besides, he felt... Yuan Xiaolin was not as strong as he imagined.
In just half a minute, Yuan Xiaolin showed a wonderful sense of eagerness for quick success and instant benefit after performing fifty times of tricks.His movements were so clean that he was almost upright, and he didn't hide his attacking intention at all. His fist was aimed at the face, and his legs were aimed at his waist to kick him in the stomach. This was completely different from his previous behavior.
It was impossible for Mingchen to be hurt by such straight-forward things, he watched Yuan Xiaolin's movements closely, and he was able to block very quickly.Between you and me, he suddenly caught an opening, brushed past Yuan Xiaolin sideways, and kicked him on the waist——Yuan Xiaolin couldn't let go of his strength, and rolled on the ground with a twist, rolling twice Just managed to stand up.
His face was ashen, and he breathed hard. The audience was silent for three seconds, and suddenly there was a cry that could blow over the ceiling.
Ming Chen actually gained the upper hand! ?