The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 73 Teammate List
This piece of paper is not big and has a lot of words.The names below are packed densely.Row upon row of bright red fingerprints, a large area of ​​dazzling red.

Huo Yunting opened his mouth but said nothing, these names were like sharp knives on his back, pushing him forward.

The tip of the knife was pressed against his back, preventing him from taking a step back.For a moment, he felt a little suffocated.

Counting the names carefully, there are only 27.Inexplicably relieved in my heart, I also felt that the tip of the knife on the back waist was far away a lot.

In fact, he also has the idea of ​​​​going...

"This piece of paper was sent to Wang Zhongjun's desk, and he later handed it to me... At that time, many people laughed."

"But this may be the only way they can come up with."

Wang Jinghua tapped the table with her finger, "I don't know anyone's name on it except the old sword master."

"Some people have only one thought left in their hearts."

Wang Jinghua gently pushed the piece of paper over, "Later, I had someone check it out, and they were all masters in Northeast China. The old man has the ability to collect these 27 name handprints from most of the north."

"Sister Hua, is that why you let me go?"

"It's just part of it." Wang Jinghua took a sip of her tea and knocked on the table, "Mr. Yu and I talked on the phone. He recognized your skills, and he said you can't lose—I bet."

"When you arrive in Guangzhou, oh no, they have changed the venue of the competition to Foshan now. The company will arrange someone to get you some fan actors, which can be regarded as increasing your popularity."

"It's based on me winning."

"You can only win but not lose." Wang Jinghua's eyes were slightly deep, "This is for yourself."

Participating in this martial arts competition is like a venture capital investment.It's just that there are only two results, either a big profit or a big loss.

Yu Chenghui's words and that petition are like adding notes.Since the balance is tilted in the direction of big profits, why doesn't she take a gamble?

The company didn't invest much resources in Huo Yunting, so it wouldn't lose much if it made a wrong bet.

"When is going to Guangzhou? Should I go by myself?"

"How is that possible? There is no way to let an artist do the handover."

"Sister Hua, do you want to walk with me?"

"That's even more impossible. I have a lot to deal with." Wang Jinghua smiled slightly and made a phone call.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

He looks about 1.7 meters five, and has a very outstanding temperament, with a sideways hair...

"Zhang Debang?"

Huo Yunting cried out in surprise, and then looked at it carefully.He really didn't recognize that it was Zhang Debang.

Compared with the past, his temperament is quite different, with more confidence and arrogance.The back of the head has changed from front to side, and a beard has been grown around the mouth, which adds to its charm.

"Yunting, long time no see."

"Debang will accompany you. He has been doing very well in the past few months of training, and he is considered to have graduated." Wang Jinghua carefully folded the petition into a small square.

"It just so happens that the two of you used to be partners, and now this can be regarded as a reunion."

Looking at the familiar back of the head, Huo Yunting only felt that the depression in his heart just now had been washed away a lot.

"Old Zhang, let's have a rub?"

"Shouldn't it be your treat this time?"

This meal was arranged in Peking, but it was not eaten until Foshan.

After the two met at the company, they flew to Guangdong that afternoon.It has been a few days since we arrived in Foshan.

Zhuhou chicken, Xiqiao flatbread.I ordered two more Foshan Zhati, plus two Shuangpi Nai - the meal money can be reimbursed by the company.

It is said that it is useless to travel to Foshan without waiting for the chicken.The two finally came here, so they had to order one to taste the taste no matter what.

Everything else is fine, but the taste of this double skin milk is really indescribable.

It may also be due to the difference in taste between the north and the south, Zhang Debang couldn't accept this stuff.

"Hmm! This chicken really tastes good." Zhang Debang stuffed a big mouthful, and took out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase and handed them over.

"Yunting, take a look."

After looking at the information, the venue of the competition is Foshan Gymnasium.The time is tentatively scheduled for June 26.

There were a total of 5 levels of duels in the game, with 5 rounds in each game and 2 minutes in each round.According to the rules agreed by the two parties before the match, the head, torso, thigh and calf are the effective scoring parts, and the back of the head, throat and crotch are the forbidden parts. Players can use punches, legs, knees and throws and other offensive and defensive techniques...

Looking at these cumbersome competition rules, Huo Yunting secretly remembered them in his heart.This is different from his previous sparring.

That would be rushing to cripple the opponent, teasing his feet, poking his eyes, hitting him however hard he likes.

The rules of this contest can be different.

"Yunting, you have to memorize the rules of the game, it's not the same as those wild games in normal times."

"I know that."

Back in 29, more than 100 people died in the first martial arts competition held in Hangzhou.

Even later in 15, [-] people died in the Shanghai Dabi.

It is not strict.

I flipped through these papers, and found that apart from some precautions such as physical examination and urine test, there were also two karate CDs mixed in.

Turning to the last page, Huo Yunting's eyes sharpened.It is the personal information of teammates.

My teammates are:

75kg player, Sanda Wang Baoligao.

The [-]kg contestant, Sky Cannon Liu Hailong.

85kg contestant, Wang Xuyong, Foshan bully.

Ninety kilograms contestant, Khan Qingele of Mongolia
Finally, there is himself, the [-]kg player, Ren Qiu Chuanwu Huo Yunting.

After reading the materials of several teammates, Huo Yunting also felt the bottom line in his heart.

Turn over the paper again, and there is nothing behind.

"Old Zhang, do you have any information on the Japanese players?"

"No." Zhang Debang spread his hands helplessly, with a chicken leg in each hand, "Their karate guys are all in RB, and they have never been here. I can't fly to Tokyo to find out."

"That's okay, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."

A small piece of chicken was sandwiched and dipped in Zhuhou sauce-this sauce is also a must.

Put it in your mouth, chew it slowly, and put your arms on the window to look at Chancheng.

After a while, a table of food was swept away by Zhang Debang, leaving only some bones.

"Let's go, Lao Zhang, let's go to the Foshan Gymnasium. Didn't Yu Hongjian make an appointment to meet this afternoon?"

"Indeed, Hiccup~Indeed."

Si Tiao slowly wiped his mouth and settled the bill.The two got up and left the restaurant.

Stopped the car and drove towards Foshan Stadium.

(End of this chapter)