"Good!"

There was a heavy sound from the control room on the second floor, and Ge Zhong, who had been hiding here and had never made a sound, spit out the turbid gas that was holding in his heart for a long time, and his face was full of red light, and he felt refreshed.

It's a game about the club's honour.

Zheng Hai, who has been dormant for four years, is menacing, obviously rushing to win the double game, he has been nervous before, everyone knows the strength of the lion, Shang Yang's skills have always been unknown, and he has been training hard in his eyes, but he has not shown it thoroughly, and no one can give a standard.

Now he has the bottom of his heart!

"The progress is jaw-dropping!"

Brother Xiong, who was standing behind him, sighed heavily, it was also the first time he had seen a boxer who had made such great progress, saying that it was a talent? It should be the so-called talent, his eyes looked at the figure in the ring, he refused to leave, and said slowly: "It's just that with his strength, there is no way to compare with a madman or a challenger, and the probability of victory is still not big when he enters the finals..."

"Is a game heavy?"

Ge Zhong turned his head and asked.

"Not heavy?"

Brother Xiong was surprisingly also asking rhetorically.

The two looked at each other for a full five seconds, and Ge Zhong took the lead in shifting his gaze: "Hehe..."

......

In the ring, the smoke of gunpowder dissipated and the figure gradually became clear.

At the beginning of this game, the Black Dragon and Black Tiger brothers can be said to give enough respect to the lion, the two of them thought that they would eat Shang Yang steadily, but the final result was that the information was wrong and they were caught off guard, so at the end of the day, there was only one person in the place illuminated by the lights.

The audience was cheering and the audience was roaring.

Shang Yang finally raised his head and raised his chest to meet the audience's attention, the first time he fought with Lao Hei was a routine, the second time he collided with Tie Niu was a means, and the next two appearances were not hearty, but this time was different, he relied on his own strength to knock down his opponent alive in front of everyone.

Walking in the ring, facing the surroundings, raising your hands and clapping your palms as you go.

Everywhere he went, the audience would follow his hand and clap it.

At this moment, the word honor filled his heart.

Four boxers carrying stretchers and two doctors in white coats ran from the position where the fighters came out, they didn't expect to be knocked unconscious in the second game of today's fight, so they hurriedly walked up to the stage to check the injuries, made sure that there was no danger to life, and carried them to the stretcher and left.

"Don't think that knocking out their own strength is enough to fight against madmen and challengers, I can tell you that although that ranking is based on wins, it is recognized by Mr. and can enter Mr.'s eyeballs, all of them are elites, and ordinary players are different from them..."

A cold voice came from behind Shang Yang.

The lion looked ahead, emphasizing without a hint of emotion, today should have been his home field, but Shang Yang stole the limelight.

Shang Yang turned his head, he didn't have much affection for this teammate who was alienated from him, although the two brothers had verbally promised to admit defeat, but relying on a single promise on the playing field was too childish, and there was anger in his heart, but after thinking about it, the real target this time was a madman and a challenger.

If there is friction with him now, the overall situation will be unstable.

Deliberately changed the subject: "Who is the gentleman?"

The expression on the lion's face was still so arrogant, but his beard moved, and he didn't respond, and silently walked off the ring.

Shang Yang tried his best to put the victory smile on his face, and finally waved his hand to the audience, and walked off the ring amid a cheer, when he walked into the backstage corridor, the eyes of the other fighters looked at him suddenly changed, and the fact that Tie Niu was almost stabbed to death has rarely been mentioned, and it does not mean that it is completely over.

Everyone's friendliness towards Shang Yang was more or less out of fierce jealousy.

And now it's a matter of strength.

Especially Mazi, when he saw him coming over, he quickly twisted his head to the other side, for fear of being noticed, after all, in the backstage lounge, he was the only one who dared to contradict Shang Yang, and he was completely stunned after seeing a punch to bring down the black dragon and kick the black tiger away, it turned out that sweating like rain every day would really be rewarding...

"Hmm..."

He was walking towards the break room when he passed a man.

Entering a line and loving a line, Shang Yang didn't dare to say that he had a pair of fiery eyes, but when he passed by a person, he could see at a glance whether he was a vain flower shelf or a practitioner who was deeply hidden.

It is not simple to perceive this person.

Shang Yang stopped, turned his head to look at the back of this person leaving, he was not tall, he was short in the boxing arena full of muscular men, about one meter seven or eight, with a simple flat head, and a thin figure weighing about one hundred and thirty pounds, but just such a person, walking with the wind, actually made Shang Yang feel unfathomable.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Wu walked over with a smile on his face, he watched the whole game, he was worried when he saw Shang Yang want to be a pair of two, and he almost screamed out when he saw Shang Yang solve the two opponents, and the players on the leaderboard never disdained the backstage players, just like those students in the school who skip class every day and can still take the top few exams, and treat those students who light up the lamp and boil oil every day and have average grades.

There is arrogance in nature.

So Shang Yang not only won against the two brothers, but also showed off for the backstage players.

"Have you seen that man?"

Shang Yang pointed to the person in front of him, who was about to disappear from sight.

Zhang Wu said casually: "I know, what is it called Wufan, I don't know where it came from, there is a scattered person, this time the opponent is Ziyang, I focused on checking, looking at his figure, I know that it is a food delivery product, and it doesn't take a round!"

"Surname Wu?"

It doesn't sound like a nickname, but it's a rare surname.

"That's right."

Zhang Wu nodded, surprised: "What's the matter, do you know?"

Shang Yang shook his head, in fact, this person gave him the same feeling as watching a madman who can use "scissors and feet to clamp his neck", he is not the most standard boxer, he should have deliberately learned other kung fu such as taekwondo, but under the special rules of the club to entertain the public, he played the greatest effect.

He didn't say what was in his mind, and now it's just a guess, not sure.

I was about to go back to the lounge to take a shower, covered in sweat and blood.

At this time, a voice came from the boxing ring: "Let's have a please... Fool fly!"

Zhou Fei's game?

Shang Yang was stunned for a moment, he really forgot what Zhou Fei was, hesitated for a while, and decided to take a look, although he didn't have any good feelings for Zhou Fei now, but Uncle Zhou was still there, and the grace of dripping water should be reciprocated, strictly speaking, Uncle Zhou was the one who brought himself into this door.

"Oops... You're not showering?"

Zhang Wu saw him turn around and go back, and shouted in surprise.

Shang Yang heard a chill when he heard this, and couldn't help but speed up two steps, if you read the news reports, you will find that a large part of homosexuals are muscular men, some people say that it is because straight men are too lazy to exercise, and some people say that the purpose of exercise is to attract girls, but when you practice, you find that there are men around you, so you secretly feel emotional...

At the moment, there has been no real ambiguity in the backstage lounge.

But after two months of observation, it seems that there are indeed two people who are not right, and they are usually well hidden, and the details are worth scrutinizing.

Zhang Wu is one of them.

He was still shouting, "Hey... Gotta wash!"

Shang Yang's pace is getting faster and faster, he has already walked to the position of the boxer, beckoned, and finally saw Uncle Zhou...