What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Had a sweet dream.

"We are the champions! Si! We are the champions! You are the champions! The champions!" Song Shanyan hugged Aoki Si with great excitement, but found that his originally strong and straight body suddenly Very limp.

He supported Aoki Si in a panic, but saw that his face was exhausted at this moment, and he couldn't even raise his head.

It was obvious that his condition was very good just now.

"Si? Si!?"

Aoki Division reluctantly opened his eyes: "I see...I want to squint for a while."

"Hey, I'm about to receive the award. Hold on, hold on." Song Shanyan sensed that his state was worse than he imagined, and immediately waved to Li Zhen nervously, asking her to come over and check. Happening.

And in the sight of Aokiji, there is only the sad figure of Yabuki Jo who is about to leave the octagonal cage.

"Take Yabuki!" Aoki Tsukasa seemed to exhaust the last of his strength in his throat.

Yabuki Jo turned around, only to see Aoki Tsukasa who was as mighty as a god descending from the earth, but now his whole body was flaccid, and he had to rely on others to support him to get up.

"You! Do you want to punch?!" Secretary Aoki roared almost at the top of his lungs.

Because if he didn't use all his strength, Aoki would even feel that he couldn't make any sound.

Fatigue, pain, all the feelings came as promised after the end of the avatar.

If no one supported him, he could even lie on the ground and fall asleep like this.

Yabuki looked at him blankly.

"You! Want to punch!?"

The voice kept looping, making his head temporarily blank: "What, what?"

Aokiji clasped Songshanyan's neck with the remaining strength, raised his head, showed a forced smile, and pushed his head against Songshanyan's broad shoulders: "Come find this guy."

"Come on...let's continue punching."

Compared to me, you are the real genius that Brother Yan is looking for.

You are the one who is truly capable and qualified to stand on the highest stage.

My mixed martial arts career is over.

But yours is just the beginning.

"Don't show that expression like you're about to retire." Aokiji lost strength in hooking Matsuyamayan's arm, plopped in his flustered movements, and sat down on the ground, but still smiled at Yabukijo: " This muscular man is very capable."

"You, do you still want to punch?"

Yabuki Jo's eyes changed from dim to gradually brighter.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Aokiji was supported by Song Shanyan and stood up again, but he was swaying like a willow branch: "What about the last match!"

"The game that belongs to you has just begun."

After Aoki Si finished speaking, he no longer had the strength to support himself, and collapsed powerlessly to the ground amid Song Shanyan's exclamation.

"Hello? Secretary?"

Song Shanyan's voice gradually became distant and near.

"Brother Yan."

His almost sleepy voice made Song Shanyan hastily bend down to listen with a frightened expression.

"Go and help him."

Aoki Division closed his eyes.

"Your dream..."

"It's only just begun..."

"Isn't it?"

After the words fell, Aoki Si, who was exhausted to the extreme, finally lost consciousness.

Vaguely, it seemed that many people were calling their names, and felt a lot of physical pain.

But when everything is quiet.

Aoki Division finally had a sweet dream.

……

"Drip, drip, drip."

The sound of dripping drip after drip was clearly audible in a somewhat dark room.

Aoki opened his eyes, the gray and white ceiling was both familiar and unfamiliar.

where am i?

He moved his eyes reluctantly, and beside him, a slim figure with purple hair was watching him silently in the darkness.