President spoils me again today

The team doctor is putting hemostatic on fan Chen's right eye. He only looks at the amulet in his palm with his left eye. She didn't come. It must not be intentional. He knows that if she can arrive in time, how can she be absent?

I feel so bad that I can't even feel the pain in the wound. Seeing the gauze dyed blood red, fan Chen suddenly feels lucky. Forget it, it's better not to come. Otherwise, seeing his embarrassed appearance, she might greet his family on the spot.

A minute's break is fleeting. The coach takes fan Chen's amulet and says, "don't let everyone down, smelly boy."

Apart from the players and the referee, all the others left the octagonal cage. Fan Chen walked to the middle without saying a word. The Korean player had a swollen face. Because of his nose injury, his whole face looked more frightening than fan Chen's.

The three innings have passed, and the two have yet to draw a clear victory or defeat. In a comprehensive fight, there is only one move that can completely win, that is, one punch will knock down the opponent, and they can't stand up within five seconds. If they don't have the ability to defeat the enemy with one move, they will have to play five innings, and then several judges will select the final winner according to the comprehensive scores of the players' various strengths.

Now the two men's physical exertion has been more than half, the coach of the Korean player gave him instructions, let him entangle fan Chen, don't let fan Chen have a chance to stand, so there is still the possibility of winning, so at the beginning of the fourth game, the Korean player faced fan Chen's fist, would rather take two hard, also want to rush to close up and hold fan Chen, drag fan Chen to fight on the ground.

The ground war stresses fighting and subduing. Usually Cen Qinghe likes to make trouble with Shang Shaocheng. He can't fight her, so they fight together. As long as one person completely subdues the other, the referee will judge the leader to win after a certain number of seconds.

CEN Qinghe hasn't seen fan Chen fight on the ground, and he doesn't know how his ground fighting skills are. Cai Xinyuan is half hanged around him, and Jin Jiatong and sun Xiaofei are laymen. Cen Qinghe explains to them as he looks at them.

"Dogfight is a very physical skill. If you are not careful, you will be caught in the neutral position by your opponent, so you have to work hard all the time."

Cai Xinyuan frowned and said, "Bangzi has not been willing to face-to-face conflict with fan Chen. Is his ground fighting more serious than fan Chen?"

CEN Qinghe frowned and said nervously, "I haven't seen fan Chen hit the ground, but the ground of the stick must be better than standing, otherwise he won't want to hit the ground."

During the conversation, everyone was staring at the cage. The Korean players were entangled with fan Chen and fell to the ground. The professional players were not ordinary people fighting on the street. Rolling together was a random fight. Every move of them had a strong purpose. They wanted to attack as well as defend.

Two tall and strong men tensed up and down every muscle of their body. It was really close combat.

If this picture falls in the ordinary moment, cen Qinghe and Cai Xinyuan will talk about their bodies, faces and techniques while eating melon seeds. But at this time, the man in the cage is fan Chen. His beautiful bronze skin is covered with crystal sweat, and the shadowless lamp shines down from the top of the shed with white light.

Because they moved their position, they could finally see fan Chen's face. The handsome face, which was standing on the stage for the first time, was swollen at the moment, especially the right eyebrow. They couldn't even see the brow bone clearly.

Sun Xiaofei and Jin Jiatong can't bear it. They both reach out to cover their mouths and are full of heartache.

CEN Qinghe saw tears in her eyes. She told herself ten thousand times in her heart that it was a competition. Otherwise, she was afraid that she would get up and rush forward to tell them not to fight again.

This game, for thousands of spectators, is to spend money to buy a soul stirring bloody performance. The harder the people on the stage fight, the louder the voice of the people off the stage.

Cai Xinyuan pulled her neck and yelled, "fan Chen, kill him!"

"Mother sells the dead stick of criticism, deceiving people too much..." this sentence, Cai Xinyuan is whispering below.

CEN Qinghe didn't know what else he could do, except to shout fan Chen's name and cheer for him.

Five minutes may only be enough for people to walk, sing a song and gossip. If they are introverted, the time will pass without even thinking about what to say.

CEN Qinghe always thought that five minutes was a short time, but she could see fan Chen and others were tearing on the ground all the time, and the wound on her face broke open, blood and flesh blurred, and the white ground was bright red. She was so worried that she just wanted the time to pass quickly, faster.

She doesn't care whether she wins or loses. I believe if Shen Yuhan is here, what she cares about is not the gold belt, but fan Chen.

Fan Chen's face is covered with blood, his right eye is covered with blood, and he can't see clearly. His left eye is sweating again. He is so astringent that he dare not open it. He is almost blind and fighting with his opponent. In the process of clamping down, the opponent always tries to hit fan Chen's face with his elbow. Fan Chen tries his best to avoid it, because the elbow of professional choice can completely defeat his opponent with one effort.

He didn't want to lose, because Shen Yuhan didn't want him to lose. She said that the gold belt was beautiful enough to show off at home.

In his old age, fan Chen always wanted to go with Shen Yuhan from green silk to white hair. Even though such an idea is rare in people of his age, he really thought so.

If he loses, will Shen Yuhan be disappointed?

Thinking, he clenched his teeth and tried his best. Every inch of his muscles were tensing and expanding. He didn't care about the wound on his face collapsing again, or the pain in his muscles. He didn't even care about fame and interests, because what he cared about was always her.

He'll give it to her as long as she wants it.

The South Korean player is good at ground wrestling. The coach gave him instructions to hold fan Chen down and let his opponent exhaust his strength. He did the same thing, but he didn't know how strong fan Chen's willpower was. Even when his arm was reversed, he would rather pout his arm than cut off his tail.

From Cen Qinghe's point of view, she clearly saw how fan Chen pulled his arm out of each other's arms, and there was a tense and cheering cry in the stands, because after he got out of trouble, fan Chen attacked with amazing willpower. He rode over the other side's waist and occupied the dominant position. At this time, the other side could only protect his face with both arms, in order to protect his soft rib to the maximum extent.

Fan Chen's left arm is not strong enough to be injured. He uses his right elbow to make a knife. He vertically splits the gap between the two arms of the Korean players. As he strikes, he will fly every time, and his face will be dazzling red.

Finally, his arms were split by the hard elbow bend, revealing the swollen face of the Korean player. Fan Chen clenched his right hand and pounded down hard. Every time he hit, he would kill the opponent.

At this time, if the enemy does not die, he will die.

Inside the octagonal cage, it seems that it has become the arena of ancient Rome. The two men's bare upper bodies are full of scars and sweat. The blunt sound of their fists beating on the meat is annihilated by the roar. Cai Xinyuan, Jin Jiatong and sun Xiaofei can't help but get up and shout.

CEN Qinghe put out her hand to cover her mouth. She didn't know whether to shout for gas or what. The tip of her nose was sour and her sight was blurred. She quickly put out her hand to wipe away her tears for fear that she might miss something accidentally.

Under this absolutely overwhelming attack, the referee will stop it in time according to the situation of the beaten player.

Fan Chen was pulled up from his opponent by the referee. He was all over, his hands hanging on his side, and his fists were full of blood. I don't know whether it was his own or his opponent's.

The South Korean player fell to the ground and couldn't get up. The referee squatted on his side, as if saying something, but there was no reaction. Then the medical team rushed to the stage. It seemed that the South Korean player was seriously injured.

Discerning people can see that fan Chen won the game.

There are cheers and cheers from the audience. Cai Xinyuan jumps excitedly. Cen Qinghe is also happy, but his tears are mixed with joy and sorrow. It turns out that the price of winning is too high.

The Korean player was lying on the ground for treatment. After a while, he also stood up. His face was covered with hemostatic gauze, and the rest of the blood had been cleaned up. On the contrary, it was fan Chen. His face was covered with blood and sweat, and his eyes could not open. He just picked up the towel thrown in by his assistant outside the cage and wiped it casually. The white towel was bright red.

The referee stood in the middle of the two people, and the voice on the stand gradually decreased, because it was the final result of the referee's reading.

When the name of the winner read fan Chen, the referee raised fan Chen's right arm, cen Qinghe covered his face and cried with joy. Several women around him cried. The match was so fierce that fan Chen's face was almost recognized.

The golden belt of the highest honor in the world of fighting is carried up by two beauties. It's customary for fan Chen's coach, CO trainer and the whole team to accept the honor.

Fan Chen was hugged and kissed on his forehead by many people. In the confusion, he saw the amulet that had been held in his hand by the coach. He couldn't lift his left arm, so he took it with his right hand and put it on his neck.

The host handed him the microphone and asked him to talk about the winning speech with a smile.

Before several champions, all said thanks to the coach, family, team and so on.

But when he got to fan Chen, he was wearing a golden belt of great honor, holding a microphone and facing Cen Qinghe.

Several people were standing under the stage. His eyes fell on the lonely seat through the cage net. One second, two seconds, three seconds

In such a big field, almost no one spoke. Everyone was waiting for the champion to speak. But after a long time, fan Chen's world seemed to be still. He was so absorbed in watching. His swollen right eye narrowed into a slit. He couldn't tell whether it was open or closed. But his left eye was bright and pure. It was full of tears, just like a deer in the mountains.

The hand holding the microphone was shaking uncontrollably. Fan Chen didn't say a word from beginning to end, but suddenly closed his left eye. In front of thousands of people, he let the hot tears gush out drop by drop.

At this moment, cen Qinghe can't help but reach out and cover his mouth. Fan Chen cries like a helpless child on the stage. Even if he wins the championship, what happens? The person he wants to show off most is not.