travel starts with photography

Everyone around was laughing, and Chen Xing was still taking pictures with his camera. Zhou Peng was really getting overwhelmed. After all, he was the boss of a company, with tens of millions in assets at home, and yet he had lost so shamefully!

When he came back with a bitter face, Qin Xinlei hurried over to comfort him.

"It's okay, it's okay, we are professionals."

"It's so embarrassing."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Chen Xing was still laughing, but the others were no longer paying attention to this place. This area of ​​the field was full of competitions, with players of all kinds of styles. Some of them even played quite well, and with the encouragement of cheers, they were in great shape, which was really exciting to watch.

Zhou Peng suddenly rushed over and grabbed Chen Xing's arms, his eyes eager and his tone serious.

"Xing, you have to help me."

"what?"

"That fat guy just now came to me pretending to be innocent, but it turned out that he was practicing shot put... I don't accept it, help me throw him down."

"..."

Qin Xinlei came over and pulled Zhou Peng away, saying, "Forget it."

She didn't think Chen Xing was very strong, he was just tall, and he was well-off and traveled a lot, so how could he possibly beat a sports student? Especially since that guy was a shot putter, his upper body strength must be explosive.

“It doesn’t count!”

Zhou Peng trusts Chen Xing very much. Qin Xinlei may not know, but doesn’t he know that Chen Xing has Spider-Man-like muscles underneath his thin clothes?

He also arm wrestled with Chen Xing to compare strength. Chen Xing would not necessarily lose to the shot putter.

Chen Xing was a little speechless. He signed up for this just to get a stamp. Now that he had the stamp, it didn't matter whether he competed or not. The main thing was that he didn't know how to wrestle. If he lost, wouldn't it be as embarrassing as Zhou Peng?

He suddenly became alert and wondered if Zhou Peng came here just to see this.
Anyway, there are only three people in their group. If Chen Xing and he both lost, doesn’t that mean none of them lost?

Zhou Peng had already taken off his wrestling suit and was ready to put it on Chen Xing. He said, "I just happen to have a suit right here. Isn't this a coincidence? Who is it? The shot putter, come over and compete with me. Referee, referee? Is there any referee?"

The shot putter came over with a stern face and said, "My name is Li Jian."

Whatever your name is.

Zhou Peng was in high spirits. He really felt that Chen Xing had no pressure on this little fat man. He patted his brother's wrestling suit and said, "This is my buddy. I haven't exercised for a long time. It's not a big deal for you to beat me. You try to beat him!"

"Okay." He didn't care.

Chen Xing smiled at the sports student and said, "I'm just pushing it, let's give it a try." Then he sighed to Zhou Peng, "You really made me suffer."

"Stop talking nonsense and help me save my face, or else you will lose it too. Give me your camera."

The referee also came over and shouted, "Get ready!"

He was very busy today. Because there was a stamp-collecting activity this year, a lot of people participated in Mongolian wrestling, and several referees were overwhelmed. While Zhou Peng and the sports student were finishing their fight, he went to watch another group of people.

"Come." Chen Xing got into position.

The second round of the three-person travel photography group Boke began.

Chen Xing remained calm and stood there waiting for Li Jian to come over. As soon as the two of them started fighting, Li Jian knew that the handsome guy in front of him was truly powerful. He pushed him hard, but he didn't move at all!
Normally, it was not noticeable, but once Chen Xing exerted force, his muscles under his short sleeves began to swell. They were not as huge as those of a bodybuilder, but they were clearly defined and hard to ignore. Some people still remembered the previous match between the sports student and Zhou Peng. No one could forget the scene of them swinging their hands in a round. Seeing him start to compete again, a circle of people quickly gathered around him, especially since his opponent was a tall and handsome guy, more people gathered around to watch.

"Come on handsome guy!"

"These two look pretty fierce."

Chen Xing doesn't know how to wrestle, but he is very strong and has a skill that is very suitable for fighting...'defensive conditioned reflex'.

This skill is usually not obvious, but it will be particularly useful when encountering a fight or sneak attack. He only needs to focus on the arms and shoulders of the athlete, and doesn't need to worry about his feet at all.

Any aggressive behavior towards him will trigger this passive.

Every time the gym student stretched out his leg to trip Chen Xing, Chen Xing would step back in advance, or take the initiative and kick the gym student's just raised leg to interrupt his spell.

After kicking for about two or three times, the gym student stopped coming over and took a few steps back, squatting and looking at his calves.

This kick hurts so much!
"You're not wrestling! You practice Jeet Kune Do!"

The people around didn't know anything about wrestling, they just thought this handsome guy was so awesome. This kind of wrestling that directly interrupted the casting was so entertaining to watch. Cheers rang out one after another, and people farther away looked over with curiosity.

"Sorry, it's a conditioned reflex." Chen Xing said.

He was sorry, it really wasn't intentional. When he was passively releasing, he just felt the need to do it, and before his brain could react, his foot had already kicked out. It was really like a conditioned reflex that had been practiced thousands of times and the attack action had become muscle memory.

He also looked at the wrestling rules with Zhou Peng yesterday and knew that fighting like this would break the rules.

But no way.

Seeing the sports student being defeated, Zhou Peng laughed a few times and shouted, "Come on, sports student!"

"My name is Li Jian, damn it! I won't fight with you anymore."

The referee also said: "You can't just kick people. I can't count this match as your win."

"Then let's do this." Chen Xing thought for a moment, "How about we just pull with our hands instead of kicking?"

Li Jian didn't want to play with Chen Xing anymore, so he said to the referee:
"I admit defeat, he wins."

He is just stronger. After all, he studied sports. He can bully ordinary people, but he really doesn't want to wrestle with someone who practices fighting. The man opposite him is obviously a martial artist. He probably learned Jeet Kune Do. Bruce Lee in the movie loved to fight like that.

Since one party has admitted defeat, the referee can do nothing about it. According to the rules of the tourist competition, one party can admit defeat.

So he also gave Chen Xing a round commemorative coin.

The size and color of the commemorative coins are the same across the country. They look shiny yellow, but they are definitely not gold. In the middle of the front is a very simple, abstract horse passing through the letter D, as if the horse was shot by a bow and arrow. On the edge is written "24th Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region Nadam Festival Commemoration"

Turn it over, and you will see two people wrestling on the back, with 2024.8 under their feet and patterns on the edges.

The referee, who looked to be in his forties, gave the commemorative coin reluctantly. After giving it, he said, "You must be very good at fighting, but you can't kick people with your legs. If you are willing to learn for a while, I think you can be a very good wrestler."

"Um...thank you."

What else could he say? He could only turn around and glare at Zhou Peng. (End of this chapter)