The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 254 Real Materials
In the past two months, Anson seemed to have returned to his childhood.

Because of my weak body, I had to exercise in the hope of strengthening my body. However, the training was hard and I often couldn't persist. I aggrievedly refused to continue exercising. My eyes were red and there were tears hanging on my eyelashes.

The mother felt distressed and said, "Take a rest for a while, then take a rest first."

My father couldn't stand it anymore, so he started arguing with his mother, but in the end he couldn't resist her. He angrily muttered "a loving mother often loses her son", and then walked away.

That way, he could take a lazy break.

Closing his eyes, he could still smell the dry summer scent in the air mixed with the scent of watermelon, soda and marshmallows. The chirping of cicadas made the world extra peaceful. He always liked to run around with bare feet, clatter. The patter of footsteps and cheerful laughter lingered under the clear blue sky for a long time, and time seemed to be frozen forever.

Of course, after three days of fishing and two days of netting training, he was just a showman, which was of no use; but his physical fitness has indeed improved a lot, and he has also developed some athletic ability, jumping around vigorously.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he started to exercise again, starting from basic skills, but this time, he could no longer be willful and lazy.

Anson is indeed very focused and devoted, not only for "Spider-Man" and not only for his career as an actor, but also for returning to his childhood deeply buried in his memory and reliving those moments.

The hard work and torture of sweating seems to have become a kind of enjoyment.

At this time, Anson, who was standing in front of Matt Damon, was definitely not a showman. Matt thought that Anson was wrong about him, but Matt was not wrong about Anson.

but.

After falling twice in a row, Matt came to his senses and no longer looked down on Anson. He was fully prepared mentally and physically, and his fighting spirit quietly started to burn.

It's one thing to make wild claims. In fact, Matt didn't mean to look down upon him at all. He was prepared for it. This time, he didn't attack rashly.

The lesson that Matt learned from the first two experiences was that he should not act too hastily. Being impatient often leads to losing the opportunity. He needs to remain patient.

So, Matt was waiting, waiting for Anson to exert his force.

coming!

Matt was overjoyed. During the pull of the pusher, Anson's power came to his chest, and then... exerted force, which caused Matt's adrenaline to burst out instantly——

opportunity.

Matt was about to follow suit and use Anson's method to remove Anson's power. He flipped his right hand and grabbed Anson's wrist. Just as he was about to exert force, he felt Anson's wrist pressing against the heel of his palm and doing a trick. His wrist was freed and stuck, and there was a sharp pain.

Unable to exert force.

Matt was shocked, what happened?

He raised his head suddenly and saw Anson's face. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile clearly said, "I got you." Before Matt could react, the next second he felt an overwhelming burst of power. The ground rolled down toward his chest, suddenly breaking his balance.

Uh.

With a muffled groan, Matt fell back. He was lying on his back, his back was numb, and he even forgot about the pain. Every cell and muscle in his body was protesting.

Nick: Jaw-dropping.

Nick was not surprised by the power of Chinese Kung Fu, even if Matt was defeated, it was nothing new; he was surprised by Anson's understatement of suppression, easily breaking the balance even when Matt was on full alert, but Anson remained calm. , as if I just said hello.

puff.

There was a roar of laughter from the side, and Nick turned his head and looked over intelligently.

Zhang Sheng had a serious face, looking at his nose and heart, like an old monk in trance, completely unaware of the scene in front of him, nor of Nick's line of sight.

Nick:?
"Matt, are you okay?" Anson asked, breaking the calm.

Only then did I notice that Matt was lying on the ground and never stood up. It was different from the previous two times. Could it be that Matt was really injured?
……No way?

Matt was in the shape of "big", lying quietly on the ground, motionless. When he heard the inquiry, he didn't speak, he just raised his right hand and waved it.

The wheezing sound was a little heavy and a little urgent. It seems that after falling three times in a row, Matt really needs some breathing time.

After a carp kick, Matt stood up again. The playful smile before was no longer visible. His expression became serious. His eyes were ignited with fighting spirit. It was obvious at a glance that his competitive spirit was activated and his whole person entered a different state.

Shame? a little bit.

In fact, what is more important is that it is "vulnerable".

Matt didn't expect that he would be like a Barbie doll. Let alone confrontation, he would be knocked down in the first round three times in a row.

In boxing, this is three "KOs."

Matt has been practicing boxing hard for a month, and this is the result?

Taking a deep breath, Matt looked up at Anson, "To be honest, it hurts my self-esteem. Ah, I'm ready to give it a try. How about it? No problem?"

Inadvertently, there was a hint of arrogance in those words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised again, and the gleam in his eyes was completely different.

Anson, "Can I say no?"

Matt:? ? ?
Things shouldn't be like this.

It's not always like that in movies and TV shows. Competitions are carried out in an upright manner, everything is aboveboard, heroes cherish heroes, and there is great righteousness. When Matt raises a challenge, Anson should accept it with great courage.

No?
Matt, "Uh."

Anson spread his hands, "I'm not a formal disciple here, just a hobbyist. If you and I are serious about what we do, why not challenge yourself and see the real master."

Gaze, looked over.

A certain melon-eater was in high spirits. Compared with the theater, he only had a plate of melon seeds and a bottle of soda. As a result, he was suddenly exposed under the spotlight. He was caught off guard and blinked, but he actually got stuck.

Actually!

There was a smile in Anson's eyes. This was not revenge. How could revenge be so simple? It was just a small prank to fight back.

Then, Anson brought his attention back, "However, as handsome as I am, how can I bear to refuse, so I will reluctantly agree."

Matt: Pfft.

He burst out laughing without holding it back, and Zhang Sheng felt his cheeks twitch violently.

Regardless, Matt and Anson still started their fourth push-hand contest. After just five seconds, Matt once again flew out like a gliding water bird.

Even though Matt was at 120% and prepared with the highest treatment, the outcome was still the same. This time, he simply lay down on the ground——

Can't get up, or don't want to get up?

In fact, this time Matt was patient and cautious enough. He pushed with Anson for three rounds, waiting for Anson to exert force, and then he pulled Anson's wrist and tried to push it out, but he didn't want to be pulled back by Anson again.

Soft, tough, and tolerant.

Anson's power and Matt's power merged and changed positions like gossip. One second, Anson lost his center of gravity and rushed forward. The next second, Anson actually used the power to pull back. He further used the strength of the two people to take advantage of Matt's center of gravity. As soon as the gap was opened, Matt rushed forward.

Matt simply piled up his body weight and hit Anson with all his strength. As a result, Anson pulled and pushed sideways, and all the force fell on Matt himself, losing his balance and flying out again.

Snapped.

Face landing.

　The fifth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)