Snapped! "
"Snapped!"
Two fierce fist sounds sounded.
Cheng Hui raised his arms to receive two punches, took a few steps back, leaned on the rope of the ring and bowed his hands and said: "No fight, no fight."
"Old people can't box with young people."
Boxing is afraid of young people.
The stick is afraid of Lao Lang.
A man's physiological peak period is between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three.
It starts to go downhill at the age of thirty.
Cheng Hui is already thirty-five years old. In terms of physical fitness, he is definitely not as good as the young man Li Jiajun, not to mention that Li Jiajun himself is a good prospect with a fighting foundation.
After a month of special training, Li Jiajun's strength has more than tripled, and he already has the ability to compete on stage.
well.
Who makes Li Jiajun so fierce?
Good talent.
And hard.
He was born to box.
Cheng Hui increased his training volume three times in a row in just one month.
Not only did Li Jiajun fully exercise his physical endurance and muscle explosive power, but he also taught Li Jiajun the footwork, attacking techniques, and locking techniques of professional fighting without any reservation.
How can he fight with Li Jiajun now?
"good."
"master."
"do not fight."
Li Jiajun put his hands away and stood up, smiled honestly, raised his hands and took off his gloves.
Although Cheng Hui taught him boxing for money, this period of time can be said to be devoted to him without reservation. Moreover, he acts as a punching bag every day and practices boxing with him on the stage.
This made Li Jiajun respect Cheng Hui more, and he usually treated him as a master.
Today is the last practice, and tomorrow he will go on stage to start the game, so the evening practices are easier than usual.
After Cheng Hui took off his protective gear, he stepped forward and patted Li Jiajun's muscular arm and said, "Ajun, you're going to be on stage tomorrow, are you nervous?"
Li Jiajun exhaled, shook his head and said, "Nervous."
"oh."
"No, not nervous."
When Cheng Hui looked at him like that, he seemed to be seeing himself when he was younger.
The tension is real.
If you say you are not nervous, you are encouraging yourself.
Cheng Hui raised his hand and lightly hit Li Jiajun on the chest: "Everyone who goes on stage to box always has a reason for being on stage."
"No one likes to be beaten."
"But whether it's for money, fame, or to prove myself."
"You must remember and never forget your original intention! Don't be afraid!"
"Afraid! You will lose for the rest of your life!"
Li Jiajun thought about this sentence secretly, and finally nodded vigorously and said: "Don't worry, master, I understand!"
"Afraid!"
"I will lose my whole life!"
"Just remember." Cheng Hui sneered, pulled away the rope and walked off the ring, sat on the bench and opened a bottle of water.
After taking two sips, he said aloud: "It's getting late, you should go home."
"Thank you, master."
Li Jiajun walked down from the ring, stood in front and bowed to Cheng Hui, then picked up his schoolbag and left.
one way or another.
Those who preach and teach are teachers.
You should maintain due respect for your master.
What's more, Cheng Hui will accompany him to the boxing match as a coach?
When the time comes, on-the-spot strategies, targeted playing styles, and healthy observations during the game will be adopted. It all depends on the help of Cheng Hui, who has rich experience in competition and has won the boxing championship belt.
Li Jiajun didn't dare to act crazy in front of Cheng Hui.
"Haha, brat."
"You must win."
"How can I pay off my debt if you lose?"
Cheng Hui shook his head, raised the water bottle and drank all the water.
He obviously knew in his heart that Li Jiajun didn't have that much money, so he could only win money by buying peripherals to help him pay off his debts. So if you want to make enough money, you have to win the game.
If it weren't for Li Jiajun's hard work and great potential, Cheng Hui would have given up his career long ago. Now he can only compete with Li Jiajun, and he must win the gold belt!
late at night.
After Li Jiajun returned home, he opened the door and saw his father drinking.
Just like Li Shaoze, Li Wenbin also understands the current situation very well.
At this time, he was holding a classical cup glumly and tasting the whiskey in the cup.
Li Jiajun walked through the living room without saying a word, ignoring his father who was drinking to drown his sorrows.
As the saying goes, the meaning of a drunkard is not in the wine, but in the mountains and rivers.
What Li Wenbin tastes is not the mellow taste of wine, but the taste of life.
At this time, when he saw his son coming home, he put down his wine glass with a red face, turned his head towards Li Jiajun who was passing by and asked, "Ajun, do you want to come over for a drink?"
"No."
"There's a game tomorrow."
Li Jiajun didn't even turn his head, but already walked up the stairs.
Li Wenbin didn't know what his state of mind was, so he suddenly shouted: "Stop competing."
"I'm going up there to beat you up!"
"It's better to go back to school and study hard!"
"If you fail again this year, I will send you abroad."
Li Jiajun paused, snorted without answering, and continued walking up the stairs.
Before he gets the gold belt, he has no right to speak at home. Since you are not qualified to speak, what is there to say?
"Depend on."
"Bad guy!"
When Li Wenbin saw Li Jiajun treating him as a dead man, he cursed, raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp.
…
The next day.
General Administration.
Li Shaoze and Li Wenbin unexpectedly met in the elevator.
A group of guys had just finished greeting Li Wenbin and saw Li Shaoze approaching. They quickly pressed the door button a few more times to open the door for Sir Li.
"Sir Li."
"Sir Li."
The guys greeted one Sir Li, and now they greeted another Sir Li, and their tone couldn't help but be a little weird.
Now who doesn’t know that Shuang Li is secretly competing with each other?
I really don’t want to build this kind of elevator!
I'd rather climb the stairs!
But Li Shaoze walked up to him and waved, so they couldn't pretend not to see him?
That embarrassment is gone.
Something bad may be coming!
"Um."
"Good morning."
Li Shaoze said hello to the guys, and the guy next to him immediately pressed the floor for him.
Then, Li Shaoze turned to look at Li Wenbin, smiled, and said proactively: "Sir Li, have you been busy recently?"
Li Wenbin responded expressionlessly: "You are not busy."
"Ha ha."
"I heard that Jiajun went to Macau to box?"
Li Wenbin turned to look at Li Shaoze in surprise, as if asking him how he knew about this.
Li Shaoze understood the meaning of the opponent's eyes and said with a smile: "I sponsor the boxing match."
You know, if there is any big event in Macau, there must be a few big bosses nodding.
after all……
The handicap in a boxing match is not small.
If the bosses don’t sit down and share the cake, who would dare to set up a stall in Macau?
By coincidence, Le Huizhen is one of the big bosses, and Sir Li is the "father" of the big boss.
After Le Huizhen got the news, she mentioned it while chatting, which made Li Shaoze know the news.
Li Wenbin's face darkened when he heard this answer, he raised his eyes and replied: "Yes."
"Children like to play, there's nothing you can do about it."
Li Shaoze was like an uncle at this time, nodding lightly and saying: "It's okay to have fun."
"Lest you fail the combat subject again next semester."
"Right?"
"Sir Li!"
Ding dong, the elevator reaches the sixteenth floor.
Li Shaoze stepped out of the elevator without waiting for Li Wenbin to answer, with a snicker on his lips.
Li Wenbin clenched his fists in the elevator, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his mood.
Depend on!
Is Li Shaoze mocking my son for being beaten by his own son?
Dry!
Why is the word "failed" so dazzling!
People who didn't know what I said heard it and thought my son was a loser who couldn't even pass the combat test in the police academy.
Li Wenbin tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, but other people in the elevator still felt the anger spreading from Chief Li of the Operations Department.
Fortunately, these guys were not on a higher floor than Li Wenbin, so they all left the elevator one after another before Sir Li arrived.
"well."
Li Wenbin walked out of the elevator alone, straightened his tie, and let out a long sigh.
son.
So what if you can't compare to others?
It’s not like I haven’t competed before!
Li Wenbin returned to the office, gradually making plans for the future...
However, Li Jiajun's subsequent performance did not embarrass Li Wenbin. In the three consecutive preliminary matches before the start of the school year, Li Jiajun, as a newcomer, scored KO results. For a time, he became the most popular dark horse in the Macau MMA fighting competition.
There is no way, Li Jiajun's playing style is not only fierce, but also very beautiful. In addition, he is handsome and young, making him the most suitable candidate to promote the game.
As a result, his popularity is very high and he is the most popular newcomer this year.
When Li Shaoze heard the news, he specially watched a game of Li Jiajun...
Apart from anything else, just from looking at Li Jiajun's reaction, strength, and speed, he could tell that Li Jiajun's fighting skills had reached LV3, and his physical fitness had also greatly improved.
In terms of fighting skills alone, Li Jiajun is already on par with Li Ping'an.
The premise is that Li Ping'an doesn't play Wing Chun.
As for physical fitness, it is still far behind.
After three preliminary rounds, the fighting competition entered the rematch stage.
The next rematch will be held on weekends every week, and a boxer will only be scheduled once a week.
In the end, four people were selected to advance to the semi-finals based on the number of wins, and two people entered the finals.
At the same time, the Police Academy has also started school.
Li Ping'an, Li Jiajun, and Lin Yuren all came to the dormitory to sort out their things.
The news about Lin Yuren was still before the start of school. I saw him tidying up the bed while speaking: "Anzai, Brother Jun, do you know that Azu is dead?"
The dormitory that was originally full of four people now has an empty bed.
Lin Yuren's eyes frequently glanced at the empty bed, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
Li Ping'an nodded without hesitation and said, "My father beat him to death."
"Well……"
Although Lin Yuren knew the news, he still felt a little weird in his heart.
Li Jiajun took over and said: "A good death!"
"Well……"
Lin Yuren felt that the two classmates were too violent.
Li Pingan was also slightly surprised. He turned to look at Li Jiajun. Their eyes met. Li Pingan nodded and said, "I heard that you went to participate in MMA?"
"right."
Li Jiajun did not deny it, and Li Ping'an did not ridicule it. He just said in a calm tone: "Come on."
"Is this the quality of a child from a wealthy family?"
"Two people's fathers are fighting, and they are also fighting. How can they open their mouths and cheer each other on?"
Lin Yuren sighed and realized that he was too simple.
(End of chapter)
