Li Shao's little charming wife A exploded

Chapter 171 There is only one life, don't be a joke...

Wang Yiheng looked at the fair and thin young man in front of him, he just thought her words were casual.

"Little ghost, are you determined to participate in the competition?"

Chu Yanhuan threw the finished lollipop stick into the trash can, "Of course! I took such a big risk to come here, and I can't return empty-handed!" The most important thing is that she didn't throw the bait, how could the big fish take the bait? ?

At this time, Wang Yiheng saw the stubbornness and rebellion of the young man, and couldn't help but think of his younger brother. He knew that there was no way to stop her, so he pondered for a moment, and said, "Little ghost, I will teach you a secret to save your life."

Chu Yanhuan looked at him with interest, and embraced him with both hands, "What's the secret? Tell me!"

"Admit defeat if you can't beat it, don't die."

"The word 'admit defeat' is not in my dictionary!"

"Listen to my brother, if a man can bend you, how is life important?"

In the fighting arena, the biggest reason why so many people are severely disabled is that they are unwilling to give up.

Gritting his teeth for the so-called self-esteem, he didn't give up until he was beaten immobile by his opponent.

In Wang Yiheng's view, their behavior is downright stupid!

As the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood.

Standing in the arena, as long as you do a few tricks with your opponent, you can quickly figure out whether you have the strength to win.

If there is no chance of winning, then end the game as soon as possible while preserving your body.

The boy gave him a thumbs up and agreed, "You're right! So, don't worry about it when you play later, I will do everything!"

Seeing how ignorant she is, Wang Yiheng shook his head, "You only live once, don't treat it like a joke..."

Before he finished speaking, a staff member knocked on the door of the locker room suddenly, "Who is Wang Yiheng, the No. [-] contestant?"

Wang Yiheng immediately raised his right hand, stood at attention and made a military posture, "Here!"

"Come out, the next game is up to you."

"Okay." Wang Yiheng left with boxing gloves, walked to the door, and looked back at Chu Yanhuan worriedly, "In short, you must remember what I said! If you can't beat it, give up! Just admit defeat!"

Chu Yanhuan has never seen a man who is more verbose than him, "I know, you should worry about yourself!"

A total of sixteen contestants participated tonight. According to each person's number plate, Chu Yanhuan will be the last one to appear.

She rolled her eyes, opened the cabinet and took out boxing gloves from it, and walked out without even changing her clothes.

There was a row of seats specially prepared for contestants near the ring. Chu Yanhuan took the number plate and walked to Wang Yiheng's side, and sat down.

There is a large LCD screen above the auditorium opposite her, which shows the information of the players in each round, and the audience can decide who to buy to win based on the information.

The fighting arena will set odds according to the strength of the players, which is the biggest way for the fighting arena to make money.

Wang Yiheng heard the movement beside him, turned his head to look over, and when his eyes fell on the young man, he asked in surprise, "Why did you come out?"

Chu Yan smiled and blinked at him, "It's so boring in the locker room, I'll watch your game!"

Wang Yiheng glanced at the casual clothes she was wearing and raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

"I don't wear other people's clothes! The clothes are very loose and will definitely not affect my performance!"

While chatting, there was an emotional shout from the auditorium, "Get up! Stand up!"

In the arena, a player was beaten badly, but still refused to admit defeat, standing up again and again and rushing towards his opponent.

It wasn't until the end that he was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up, and the referee's whistle blew.

(End of this chapter)