Entertainment: From the Octagon to the big screen

Chapter 260 - Rare free time

"Keep the rhythm, jump up - punch, land - hug, jump up - dive, land - shake, hold on for ten more minutes! Don't be like a plague chicken, use your strength!"

The little old man Azan, the tactical director of Chen Yu's coaching team, held a stopwatch in his forehand and shouted loudly at Chen Yu, who was already shaking slightly. At this time, the more potential he can unleash!
In fact, in the past six years of high-intensity and rigorous training, Chen Yu's competitive potential has long been squeezed to the point where it is almost exhausted.

Now Azan is forcing Chen Yu so much just to consolidate his muscle memory.

Then he took the initiative to test whether there was any unused escape potential in Chen Yu's inner body.

Azan looked down at the timer and saw that twenty minutes had passed. Chen Yu's punching movements, body posture and steps were seriously deformed, and even his hands and feet were in the same position.

The real-time technical analysts and medical directors sitting behind six computers all made a "pause" gesture to Azan. If he continued to practice, his health would be endangered.

"How do you feel? Don't stop and run slowly with me." Azan grabbed Chen Yu's armpits and helped him onto the machine, and ordered Chen Yu to communicate with him.

At this moment, the light in front of Chen Yu's eyes was sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

In addition, my ears were buzzing and I couldn't hear clearly what Coach Azan was shouting, so I could only stagger and jog.

Optimal training volume calculated based on sports medicine models.

Every time, it can be accurately stuck at the point where Chen Yu is about to collapse.

That is to ensure that the intensity and intensity of training do not delay recovery.

This intelligent auxiliary training system that tracks Chen Yu's body dynamics has been recording data since one or three years ago.

After learning that he was about to bid farewell to the professional arena, many sports and medical institutions have expressed interest in the "library" that stores Chen Yu's training data.

Chen Yu also decided to sell his "library" once he retires.

In fact, Emmanuel hopes that Chen Yu will keep this thing as an extremely precious special memory.

But it is obvious that Chen Yu pays more attention to realizing "memory".

After all, as he bids farewell to the Octagon, his glorious years of wreaking havoc and dominating the featherweight and lightweight divisions will also turn into a yellowed, stale history.

If you still want the world to remember Chen Yu, then you must use this unique and special "memory" to cultivate "Chen Yu" successors and let them promote themselves.

But the vengeful Chen Yu said in private that he would never sell his "treasure" to Li Ning or Huawei, and even refused to cooperate with the Chinese traditional martial arts community in any youth training!

If you want to change Chen Yu's idea, you can only ask the state to intervene directly, otherwise even if the gods come down to earth, it will not work.

Moreover, it is difficult for Li Ning, Huawei, or companies and individuals related to the traditional Chinese martial arts community to give convincing figures in terms of bidding.

The most generous one at present is the Texas consortium founded after World War II by the Hunter, McKison, and Elkins families.

The Texas Consortium's branch businesses include professional boxing, basketball, baseball, ice hockey and Formula One. In addition, they are also Chen Yu's hometown.

They, who also live in the Lone Star Republic, are willing to pay a one-time signing fee of US$1.4 billion, and then pay a final payment of US$90 million in ten installments over four years.

In addition, Chen Yu will enjoy an annual dividend of US$3.07 million for life, and can be inherited by his descendants until the Texas Consortium goes bankrupt or Chen Yu's bloodline is cut off.

The "bloodline" in the draft contract refers to the traditional "one drop of blood" principle in Texas, that is, as long as the source can be traced back to the old fish, its descendants are considered.

The price offered by the Deutsche Bank consortium, which has always focused on the international sports field, is not much different from that of the Texas consortium and the British Barclays consortium.

However, the Deutsche Bank consortium formed by the old Juncker family emphasized that only Chen Yu’s direct descendants have the right to inherit.

As for the Mitsui Foundation of Japan and the Asia-Pacific Foundation founded in 1965, they knew that they would definitely have no chance, so they only gave symbolic support during the initial round of bidding.

Don't think it's a fantasy that many financial groups are interested in Chen Yu's training materials.

There is much more to profit and hookup in sports than the news media reveals.

Nowadays, the training data of Messi, Cristiano and others and the corresponding fluctuation values ​​of their competitive status are classified as top commercial secrets.

Their performance on the training ground and the various tests they do under instrument monitoring every five days are completely different things.

Even if Messi and Chen Yu cannot be created or copied through those cold data, data can still be used to improve the quality of training content in a targeted manner.

Although the "memory" of Chen Yu purchased by the consortium cannot be directly converted into banknotes on the spot, the consortium can use it to reap long-term dividends.

Maybe the sports clubs affiliated with the consortium can't train professional boxers close to Chen Yu, but as long as they have a few who are at the same level as Chen Yu, they can still make a lot of money!

It can be said that Chen Yu's "memory" is a "strategic resource" in the field of sports, and those who are qualified to bid must give it a try.

Of course, most consortiums that think they have no hope will withdraw voluntarily very wisely, but there are also those who disrupt the situation like modern times.

"How are you resting?" Coach Azan, holding a stack of training data sheets in his hand, kicked Chen Yu, who was lying on his back on the mat.

Chen Yu raised his still trembling arm and shook it at Coach Azan, while his knees and ankles, which were bandaged with ice packs, also twitched intermittently. The poor state of being on the verge of exhaustion but not yet completely exhausted made Chen Yu extremely uncomfortable.

Coach Azan called the physical therapist under Chen Yu's desperate eyes.

Because Chen Yu had to be interviewed by a magazine and shoot a cover at 1:20 in the afternoon, he had to recover as soon as possible.

The pain from the physical therapy massage is temporary, Coach Azan said as he packed up his things and walked out. He didn't want to see his beloved disciple suffer.

The analyst responsible for monitoring Chen Yu's body data expertly put on the noise-cancelling earplugs and covered the sound-isolating headphones and stared at the screen.

Ten minutes later, Chen Yu's wailing mixed with the sound of crying sounded sometimes softly and sometimes sadly, making everyone who saw it sad and those who heard it shed tears.

Physiotherapist Mr. Luca de la Torre has become accustomed to Chen Yu shouting under his staff, and regards this situation as full recognition and the greatest reward for his work!
To be able to make the invincible world-class boxing champion Chen Yu secretly cry is simply the dream of many featherweight and lightweight boxers in the professional fighting and boxing circles.

But this kind of scene must not be seen by Chen Yu's female fans, otherwise Mr. de la Torre will not be able to die even if he has a thousand lives.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Chen Yu, who had been pressed, beaten, pinched and pinched by Mr. de la Torre for nearly 110 minutes, lay tremblingly in the bathtub and let the water soothe his whole body.

To be honest, if Dilraba was present at this moment, Chen Yu would definitely lie in her arms and sob.

But now Chen Yu could only put a towel over his head and cry silently.

At this time, Chief Assistant Hojbjerg, who was holding soda water and apple salad outside the bathroom, knocked on the door gently and asked the big boss if he needed a little extra energy now?

"Wait a minute, man." Chen Yu quickly wiped the water stains on his face with a red thickened sports towel.

Then take two deep breaths to adjust your breathing rate and mood.

Chen Yu has a habit of wearing knee-high swimming trunks whenever he is not taking a bath with Dilraba.

This is the same as Chen Yu who must wear long pants and socks when resting. They are all subconscious measures to protect his knees and ankles.

As for the reason why she and Dilraba didn't wear knee-length swimming trunks when splashing in the water at home, it was mainly for convenience - the couple's interest. After all, life is born in water.

"Can the five-day itinerary in South Korea be scheduled when you return home this time?" Chief Assistant Hojbjerg handed the tablet to Chen Yu, which contained the newly drafted plan.

Chen Yu took it and browsed it briefly, nodded, and pointed out that there was no variety show dedicated to singing. After thinking for three seconds, he added that dancing ones would also be eliminated.

Chief Assistant Hojbjerg immediately took out a notebook and carefully recorded, "What are your requirements for the guests participating in the same period?" Such details are actually very important.

Chen Yu tapped the fruit plate and looked at the LCD TV hanging in the bathroom. He instantly remembered several Korean actors who had left the charity basketball game early because of the red carpet order.

"Those tough Korean guys with backbone tell them to stay away. Also, what's the name of the trash team that beat me in the charity basketball game?" Chen Yu said with narrowed eyes.

This question made Chief Assistant Hojbjerg rub his tie with his fingertips and then pursed his lips and said softly - Manaus Rampu Community Team, which belongs to the lowest level of the league.

Chen Yu twitched the corners of his lips and glanced angrily at Chief Assistant Hojbjerg, who was standing respectfully, "If I want to recruit those rubbish with no ball to play with, how dare a bunch of rats defeat me!"

Chief Assistant Hojbjerg did not write this down in his notebook but kept it firmly in his mind.

If I didn't ask about the variety show guests, I'm afraid that community team could still play happily.

But Chief Assistant Hojbjerg did not blame himself. After all, they really should not have beaten the boss. If they had lost the game to make the boss happy, they might have received a grant.

The Manaus Lambu Community Team's victory over the Global Stars Team is indeed beautiful on the surface, but in fact they have lost both their present and their future.

"One more thing." Chen Yu called to Chief Assistant Hoibil who was about to leave.

Never place children under the age of fifteen in the variety show guest team!

Chen Yu's head hurt when he thought of classmate McKenna Grace, who was active and active every day.

He was playing with children in the United States but he really didn't want to go to South Korea and still take care of the children.

"As you wish." Chief Assistant Hoibil bowed slightly and left quietly.

Chen Yu whistled and put the sports towel back on his head and continued to enjoy the comfort of the water.

But as luck would have it, the phone rang again at this moment.

"Variety Weekly hopes that you can condescend to be a female partner. How about Erin Moriarty, the rising star born in 1994?" Emmanuel was a little anxious.

"I don't want to be paired with a rookie." Chen Yu yawned. He didn't understand why Variety Weekly just thought of selecting the female guests for this issue now.

"Then let's settle on Margot Robbie, the perfect combination of a blonde beauty and a married woman." After Emmanuel said that, he hung up the phone without giving Chen Yu a chance to reply.

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