Entertainment: from Delivery Boy to Superstar

"It's still Brother Chen Yang who is awesome, easy to hang and beat.

"I seem to have seen the scene of Huaxia slaughtering the Japanese national team two years ago."

"No, no, it's even stronger than the last time."

Imura didn't want to fight anymore, his hand cramped.

High-intensity mental strain and undivided attention,

It made his physical strength exhausted very fast. Thirty consecutive rounds were as tiring as if he had played hundreds of rounds of normal training.

On the other hand, Chen Yang was like nothing, which was the most annoying.

Is this a monster?

Chen Yang remained expressionless.

The game should be like this, don't let your opponent find any flaws in your expression.

In fact, the level of Imura is very high.

Chen Yang is also certain of this.

Although the school age is only three years, many skills are at the top level in the world.

Although it can't catch up with Zhang Jike and others, it's not far behind.

If Zhang Jike was standing in Chen Yang's position, maybe Chen Yang might not have performed as well.

Because of Chen Yang's skills, he ignored the opponent's tricky serve.

And all the details of the opponent's serve were locked by him and analyzed thoroughly.

Even the trajectory of the ball in the next second is carefully calculated.

Let's just ask, in this case, let alone a well village.

Even if Zhang Jike and Ma Long, two of the world's top players, stand opposite Chen Yang,

Chen Yang is not false.

Da da da.

After a few more rounds, the ball lands again.

"idiot!"

"do not fight!"

Imura immediately threw the racket, and he was so angry that he threw the racket on the stage - shook his head and walked outside.

"Imura, what are you doing?"

"Wait a moment.

Coach Yamamoto shouted and hurriedly chased out.

The other Japanese team members also directly chased out.

I don't know if I'm worried about Imura, or if I can't hang my face and run away.

On the other hand, on Huaxia's side, Zhang Jike and the others surrounded Chen Yang with wide-eyed smiles.

Zhang Jike hugged Chen Yang. "Long, hold your leg."

"Ling Hui, support his waist."

"Let's cheer."

Several big men lifted Chen Yang directly and threw it into the sky.

"Wow!"

"Nice ringing Chen Yang!"

"Go hard, throw high."

Zhang Jike and the others have laughed until their mouths are split to the roots of their ears.

"Hey, hey, you guys throw low."

Chen Yang was thrown up by the crowd, and he couldn't laugh or cry with + points.

After cheering for a few minutes, Chen Yang was safely helped.

Zhang Jike directly supported him by the neck and said, "Chen Yang, it's yours. It really brings glory to China.

"Hahaha, you didn't see the expressions of those Japanese people, it's cool to watch."

"Next time I see them, will they dare to pretend?"

"It's a pleasure."

The crowd cheered around Chen Yang.

The barrage also flew in the live broadcast room.

"Let's go, my brothers invite you to dinner."