future master in modern

The whole field was thunderous.

The endless cheers.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Harder hugged a sweet chick, and looked down at Kunmel who was accepting the audience's enthusiasm, full of pride.

The chick took advantage of him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Hader laughed, and casually stuffed the money into the chick's career line.

The host walked to Kunmoer's side, raised Kunmoer's hand, and continued to do everything possible to make the atmosphere of the scene set off one climax after another.

"Kunmore!" The tendons on the host's neck protruded.

"Kummel..."

"Kummel..."

"Kummel..."

There were voices echoing him everywhere, and Kummer was in the spotlight.

Everyone's eyes, one by one, were betting on him.

If eyes were bullets, Kunmael's body would already be riddled with holes; if eyes were water, Kunmael would be in rough water right now.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was just a look.

Kunmoer's dark face was red, he was very excited, and he enjoyed the feeling of being watched.

He loves this place.

At this moment, he has forgotten his past and deliberately avoided the future. He only knows that the present self is full and perfect.

this is life!

His eyes were sour and moist.

There was a lump in his throat, and finally he seemed to use all his strength to roar out.

"I love you!"

His voice was covered by the cheers around him, and the only thing he could hear was the host beside him, who quickly brought the microphone to his mouth.

Kunmmer glanced at the microphone and took it from the host.

"I love you."

His voice boomed through several huge speakers around him through the microphone.

"I love you too." It was a bloated woman, she took off a shawl, waved it like a hydrangea, and then threw it off the stands.

Of course, the shawl failed to be thrown to Kunmel, but fell on the head of a certain guest. He cursed, feeling the smell all over his face, he hurriedly took it off and threw it away.

Jims in the box is also quite proud, after all, Kummer came out of his Siberian training camp.

He is beautiful, and he follows the scenery.

No one knew that in that remote place, in that seemingly ordinary box, there was already someone thinking of Kunmoer.

The surrounding cheers continued for a while.

Then, the host was called down. After a while, when he came up again, he walked to Kunmoer's side with some embarrassment.

"Someone wants you to continue fighting with his boxer. I wonder if you want to?" The host said while observing Kunmoer's expression, for fear that he would be unhappy.

Kunmoer was in high spirits, when he heard this request, he thought, "Someone actually wants to die?" He agreed without thinking about it.

After getting his answer, the host hurried down to reply.

Harder was holding the beautiful woman in the box and looked down cheerfully. When he saw that Kunmoer hadn't left the stage, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Why doesn't he come down, does he still want to fight?"

Harder felt that Kummer was a little reckless. No matter how strong he was, at least he should take a break after a game. His long-term business career made Harder as shrewd as an old fox.

But at this moment, Harder didn't want to stop Kunmel or anything, because although he felt that what Kunmel did was inappropriate, it was not a serious problem.

Kunmer has been with him for several years, and he is quite clear about Kunmer's strength, so he is not too worried.

He picked up the fruit, chewed it in his mouth, and silently watched the second show belonging to Kunmoer.

"He hasn't come down yet!" some spectators shouted.

People were excited, and Kummer's perfect debut made them believe him almost [-] percent, almost fanatically.

This shout caused a commotion again. They haven't seen enough of Kunmoer yet, so they are naturally looking forward to his bloody scene again.

In the long corridor on one side of the venue, a short figure walked towards the exit step by step.

The light was a little dim, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

His steps are heavy, pounding, pounding people's hearts.

The noise on the field is loud, but here is rare silence.

Finally, when he came to the stage, countless people's eyes immediately noticed this place, and one of them came to the boxer who was about to appear.

In the box in the corner, the lights were a little dim.

While panting, Pino cast a gloomy look in his eyes, which was enough to make people shiver. The faint sneer at the corner of his mouth disappeared in a flash. Is it sarcasm, or is it?

Harder sipped the fine wine, paying attention to the exit.

When Harder saw the boxer walking out, his expression became more relaxed

No problem at all!With such a small man, Kunmoer might be able to beat him up several times when he just debuted.

He tilted the goblet, took another sip of the red wine, and let out a long and comfortable breath.

He looks forward to seeing Kummer's amazing performance again.

But just when everyone thought that Kunmoer would surprise the world again, Zhao Wou-ki didn't think so.

Jims watched the short boxer come out with great interest, and said with a sarcasm, "It's not like they are gone, and they found such a guy? Zhao, you think so?"

As if he was watching a joke, he casually glanced at Zhao Wou-ki, but saw that Zhao Wou-ki was silent and expressionless.

"What?" James was taken aback, walked into Zao Wou-ki, and asked.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't speak, just when James couldn't help but want to ask again.Zhao Wuji's words made him turn pale with shock.

"He's going to be bad."

"What!" Although Zao Wou-ki didn't say who it was, but based on Jims' understanding of Zao Wou-ki, he knew that if Kunmel had a chance of winning, Zao Wou-ki would never say that. A few words.

However, Zhao Wuji actually said this sentence, it was really bad.

Zao Wou-ki's accurate predictions all the time made Jims believe in Zao Wou-ki.

"How is it possible!" Jims comforted himself.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't bother to say any more, he glanced at him lightly, and just took a few steps forward, the whole venue was within sight.

On the field, when the boxer walked out, there was a moment of silence at first, followed by ridicules and curses.

"What are you doing, this kind of thing?"

"Get off!"

·····

Anyway, one sentence of scolding is worse than one sentence.

The host's face was sweating, and he ran out in a hurry, trying to calm the emotions of the audience.

"Everyone be quiet, the next one is named Audro."

The host was sweating and introduced the boxer, just hoping that the audience's emotions could be slightly controlled.

When the boxer walked to the center of the ring and was exposed to the harsh lights, everyone could see his face clearly.

He is short in stature, but the muscles all over his body seem to be compressed, clumped together and knotted.

His hands were wrapped in cloth strips, and he was bare-chested and wearing shorts.

A head of gray hair, and a scar that divided the entire face, making his entire face fragmented.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, like a machine.

Although all kinds of ridicule and cursing were ringing in his ears, he didn't respond at all, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

The host was stunned. After he walked to the center of the venue, he announced the start of betting.

The values ​​on the screen rose rapidly, and the situation was obviously one-sided.

No one is optimistic about which Audrey, maybe it is preconceived, maybe it is blindly convinced that Kummer will win.

In short, people choose Kunmel without hesitation.

However, it is not that no one chooses that Audero, which makes many people secretly call a fool in their hearts.

In the box, Zao Wou-ki glanced at Jims, and put all the money in his hands on Odlo. Although Jims was extremely embarrassed seeing this scene, after all, Kunmel came out of his Siberia training camp. , Zao Wou-ki did not hesitate to choose Kun Moer's opponent - Audrey, which naturally made him look bad.

Jims still bet on Kummer, there is no reason, it's just that Kummer, because he's his own, it's that simple.

Indifferently, there is a fact that has to be said, that is, although Jims bet on Kun Moer, the amount is not much. It seems that Zao Wou-ki's actions have shaken him very much.

When all the dust settled, the lights dimmed again, and this matchup, which everyone saw as no doubt, was staged with passion.

Kunmel was very disdainful. To be honest, he felt wronged when he was compared with this boxer.

In fact, he is not willing to bully people, especially the weak under the eyes of so many people.

But Kummer had already had an idea.

Since you dare to stand here, it's your choice, and you can't blame others for the final outcome.

Therefore, Kunmoer looked with pity in his eyes, looking at the boxer in front of him who seemed to be about to die under his iron fist.

He felt it was time.

The little boxer was silent, still expressionless, without fear or emotion.

Kunmoer hid his pity, and once again put on his trademark grinning smile.

He squeezed his huge fist, swung it, and slammed it hard at the boxer.

It will be over soon, he thought to himself.

Seeing his fist slowly approaching Audero, the smile on Kunmel's face became more and more obvious.

Time seemed to slow down, and his fist slowly approached the opponent inch by inch.

It's near, it's near!

Bang!

A palm wrapped in a cloth belt clenched his fist.

Kunmel's smile froze.

As if time paused, everything at the scene fell into dead silence.

Audero just remained motionless, just stretched out his palm, and easily caught his punch with all his strength.

"impossible."

Kunmoer said these words word by word, his smile disappeared, and only horror remained in his eyes.

"Impossible!" hoarse.

ps: I'm sorry everyone, I attended the graduation party tonight, I came back late, and I just coded it