Friday.
morning.
Li Shaoze was sitting alone in the office, reviewing documents in his hands, and thinking about a problem in his mind.
Now everyone in the General Administration knows that he is going to be the deputy director of operations. As a loser, why has Li Wenbin not made any moves or reactions so far?
And not only did Li Wenbin not do it, but even Zeng Xiangrong didn't make any small moves.
Do they really want to admit defeat?
Giving up at this time is actually a very reasonable and smart choice.
If Li Wenbin could really choose to stand still, accept his fate, and admit defeat.
Li Shaoze really wanted to praise him in his heart for his knowledge of current affairs and his great wisdom.
"Ha ha."
"do not care."
"Just let Liu Jianming keep an eye on them."
Li Shaoze didn't think it through for a moment, so he simply laughed loudly and stopped caring about this matter.
As the winner, he is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, so what does he have to think about?
It's not him who should be missed, but someone else.
evening.
Li Jiajun stood in front of the bed in the dormitory of the police academy and zipped up his sports coat with a swipe.
Then, he picked up his backpack and walked out of the dormitory.
During this time, the news about Li Jiajun boxing in Macau has spread throughout the school.
First, MMA's ratings are pretty good in Hong Kong and Macao, and second, MMA promotes Li Jiajun as a popular character.
So all the classmates knew that Li Jiajun went to Macau to compete for the boxing championship, and Yixue was humiliated by failing the exam.
Moreover, the fighting competitions are all on weekends, so the instructors from the police academy cannot interfere too much.
For the sake of Mr. Li Wenbin, they all pretended to be deaf and dumb and let the children play freely.
Now one month has passed, and Li Jiajun has completed thirteen consecutive victories, rushing into the finals as the strongest dark horse!
This Saturday night is the day when the finals begin!
Li Ping'an looked at Li Jiajun's leaving figure and suddenly shouted: "Be safe."
Lin Yuren stood nearby and shouted.
"be safe!"
"Thanks."
Li Jiajun paused, turned his back to them, nodded, and continued to walk out of the dormitory.
In fact, Li Ping'an originally shouted "win the championship", but when he thought about it carefully, Li Jiajun was his loser. If he shouted this sentence, he might bring some bad pressure to Li Jiajun.
After all, no matter what heavyweight boxing championship Li Jiajun wins, as long as Li Jiajun doesn't defeat him for a day, he can't avenge his humiliation in front of him. On the contrary, we can only always verify how powerful and powerful he is from the side.
After Li Jiajun left, Li Ping'an patted Lin Yuren's shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go kick some waves."
"Good thing."
"Kick wave."
Lin Yuren looked overjoyed, bent down and took out a football from the bed.
This is how college life should be.
What a good punch.
…
On Saturday, time turned and it was already the official start of the MMA finals.
Macau, Wynn Palace, six-story boxing arena.
The VIP auditorium of 300 people was packed with Asian rich people who bought tickets to enter.
At the same time, the broadcast team, commentary team, referee team, medical team, and personnel from all departments of the game are ready.
Formal boxing matches are different from underground black boxing. First, the investment is greater. Second, the rules are stricter and the probability of accidents is smaller.
At this time, in the backcourt lounge, Li Jiajun had already put on his gloves and armor, and was sitting on the bench boxing with Cheng Hui.
I saw Cheng Hui wearing a black T-shirt representing the team. He clicked and punched lightly, and loudly encouraged: "You are only one step away from the goal. If you win this fight, you will be the gold belt boxing champion."
"clear."
Li Jiajun took back his hand and nodded calmly and forcefully.
Cheng Hui smiled, waited until Li Jiajun stood up, knocked on his back and said, "Remember, don't be afraid!"
"I'm afraid you'll lose for the rest of your life!"
Li Jiajun grinned: "Hehehe."
"I'm not afraid!"
"I bought three million to win it myself!"
"Quite kind!"
Cheng Hui sneered, feeling that there was nothing he could do against this guy.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of exclamation from the host!
Li Zitian, the boxing champion, ranked No. 1 in MMA, and winner of six major gold belts in international competitions, appears.
I saw Li Zitian standing at the exit of the tunnel with his golden belt in both hands. He held it high when he came out, showing off his power, and led the coaching staff step by step towards the ring.
The host, boxing fans, and the audience all gave the boxing champion a landslide and tsunami of applause, and began to introduce Li Zitian's past achievements in detail.
Hahaha, the popular dark horse or the Shoulu boxing champion, which one is more popular to win the championship?
The fool knows he is the boxing champion!
After all, the Shoulu Boxing Champion has proven his strength. Compared with him, it is not an exaggeration to say that the popular dark horse is the taller one among the short ones.
Cheng Hui heard the cheers outside, his expression remained unchanged, he squeezed Li Jiajun's arm and said: "The finals are different from previous games. It will be a big scene after we go out. Don't be nervous. You can pretend, but don't be too arrogant. "
"Newcomers, stay humble."
"But as long as Li Zitian dares to provoke you, you will fight him back!"
"You have to remember that before he took the stage, he was a boxing champion. After he stepped down, he was just a has-been boxer."
"I know."
Li Jiajun nodded, and suddenly the host's shout from outside the court came to his ears: "Now let us invite a challenger, the biggest dark horse boxer of the year, the dark horse prince Li Jiajun who participated in an MMA fighting competition for the first time and reached the finals in one fell swoop! "
"Li Jiajun is invited to come on stage!"
Li Jiajun smiled, held his head high, and stepped out of the backcourt passage.
When he walked across the dividing line between black and white, sound waves like landslides and tsunamis hit his face.
Li Jiajun raised his fist high, strode forward, pulled up the telescopic lever on the ring and jumped up.
Li Zitian looked at the newlywed couple and smiled, gave a thumbs up, then suddenly turned his thumb towards the ground.
Li Jiajun did not hesitate to pry up his middle finger and thrust it towards Li Zitian in front.
At this time, the TV station has started broadcasting the game live. The commentator is flipping through the manuscript and is preparing to introduce the height and weight of the two players in detail...
Seeing this scene on the stage, they had helpless smiles on their faces and could only adapt and said: "Dear audience friends, I believe you have seen the cordial exchanges and friendly greetings between the two boxers."
"Hehehe, they deserve to be named Li."
"We're not a family. We're all in the same family. They all greet us in the same way."
"I now announce that the MMA mixed martial arts competition and the finals have officially begun."
"Ding ding ding!"
The chief referee presses the bell three times.
The referee on the stage will do everything and blow the silver whistle.
After originally saying hello, he separated the two players on both sides and quickly rushed forward.
Da da da.
Li Zitian attacked fiercely, rushing towards the front door with several moves.
Li Jiajun did not dodge, raised his arms, and swallowed several rounds.
This makes Li Jiajun seem to be at a disadvantage, but anyone with a truly discerning eye knows that he is using a strategy...
Mountain top.
mansion.
Li Shaoze and Li Ping'an, father and son, were sitting on the sofa with a pile of fruits and snacks in front of them, watching the live broadcast of the fighting game with great pleasure.
When they saw Li Jiajun taking the initiative to get beaten, they both couldn't help but nodded.
"good."
"Li Jiajun's coach is a veteran."
"Know how to teach Li Jiajun to take the initiative to test the opponent's punching power at the beginning and prepare for the next fighting strategy."
Li Shaoze knocked on his almonds and gave a rare compliment.
Li Ping'an also nodded seriously and said: "Li Jiajun's physical fitness has improved very quickly during this period. If I fight him again, I won't be able to kill him with one move so quickly."
Boxing skills can be seen from the performance of the game.
But physical quality can only be observed face to face.
Sometimes, even the physical data of players officially announced by the competition is not very accurate.
Li Ping'an was able to come to this conclusion because he usually observed it in school.
"Um."
Li Shaoze nodded and suddenly kicked Li Ping'an: "Go to the refrigerator and get two bottles of beer."
"oh."
Li Ping'an responded, put on his slippers and rushed to the refrigerator, quickly took out two bottles of beer, and quickly took a seat in front of the sofa.
It was obvious that he didn't want to miss the exciting game on TV at all.
After Li Ping'an came back, Li Shaoze opened the beer, one bottle for each person, held the cup gently, and concentrated on watching TV.
On the field!
The fighting level between Li Jiajun and Li Zitian is not much different, and even in terms of physical fitness, Li Jiajun is even better than Li Zitian.
But from ancient times to the present, whether it is martial arts or fighting, boxing requires the use of the brain.
Li Zitian has far more experience than Li Jiajun. Shortly after the first half, he deliberately sold a flaw to allow Li Jiajun to attack.
Without realizing the trap, Li Jiajun punched and attacked, but was immediately hit by Li Zitian with several punches in the face, causing his consciousness to fall into a state of confusion.
Immediately afterwards, Li Zitian did not stop. He jumped forward and threw Li Jiajun to the ground. He used the sharpest anti-joint lock technique to pin Li Jiajun to the ground.
"ah!"
The severe pain made Li Jiajun roar and wake up completely.
At this time, most players will choose to surrender.
Because the anti-joint lock technique is a killer move designed for human bones. Once they encounter a clampdown, very few people have the opportunity to escape and counterattack.
Because you are not fighting against your opponent at this time, but against the human body structure!
However, after Li Jiajun regained consciousness, he did not throw himself on the ground. On the contrary, he still burst out with huge resistance under the stimulation of severe pain. He held his hands tightly against Li Zitian's arm, trying to forcefully break Li Tianyi's lock.
Is the human body structure so easily reversible?
No!
Unless it's Superman!
Li Jiajun was unable to achieve the feat of unlocking the lock at all, and could only barely maintain a balance to prevent Li Zitian from breaking his shoulder.
"Ten seconds!"
"Only ten seconds left and the first half is over!"
"Hold on!"
Cheng Hui's voice rang in Li Jiajun's ears.
But he didn't hear it at all.
His head lost all sound, only one sentence echoed...
Afraid!
You will lose forever!
Li Jiajun is not afraid.
As long as the first half time is up, the referee will separate the two and let them take a halftime break.
As long as it's a draw!
For challenger Li Jiajun, it’s a win!
Central District.
In a one-story mansion.
Li Wenbin was holding a glass of whiskey, his face flushed, standing in front of the bar and watching the TV.
He knows one thing very well...
The ten seconds on stage and the ten seconds off stage are two completely different times.
Can Li Jiajun survive ten seconds?
Tick tock.
Time passes slowly.
Ten seconds later, Li Wenbin raised his glass and drank the drink in one gulp.
A rapid bell rang on the field.
The ring referee immediately rushed forward and separated Li Jiajun and Li Zitian on the ring. After the two were separated, he made a half-time break gesture.
"good!"
"This perseverance is much stronger than his father!"
Li Shaoze sat on the sofa at home. After cheering loudly, he blew his beer dry...
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, he flattened the beer bottle and threw it into the trash can nearby.
Li Pingan grinned, touched his arm and said, "Oh my god, it hurts just looking at it."
Even if he could fight again, he would never be interested in boxing matches in his life.
Because he neither needs to go on stage to prove himself, nor does he want to be a clown for others to watch.
(End of chapter)
