The neglected deaconship made Cheng Peng extremely unhappy.

This mat is their rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, and the pre-game salute is the rules that must be followed. If you don't do it, you will show that you are very disrespectful to your opponent.

Shen Tingchao used this hand to express his contempt, and he really tried his best.

"Okay, you don't know how to be polite, I'll teach you how to follow the rules in a while!" Cheng Peng clenched his fists, the joints clicked, hehe, he still has the strength, hey, why are your feet a little weak?

Shen Tingchao relied on his height advantage, deliberately looked down at Cheng Peng, slowly stretched out his hand, and gently hooked his fingers: "Move quickly, I have something to do in the afternoon." ”

Cheng Peng took off his coat angrily, tucked his vest into the waistband of his trousers, took off his shoes again, and went into battle barefoot.

"Huh?!" Old Man Wan frowned, "Master Liu, didn't you prepare a costume for him?"

Miss Wan said she had prepared. Master Liu said with a little embarrassment.

Wan Yunjin's heart sank, oops, the last time she asked Cheng Peng to go to a fast food restaurant, this was originally one of the purposes, but the two had a big quarrel and broke up, and she completely forgot about it. Now, Cheng Peng's competition suit is lying under the single sofa in the corner of her room, crying lonely and helpless.

"Knock, come on, boy!" Cheng Peng spat into his palm, rubbing his hands vigorously.

Shen Tingchao almost vomited, how could he encounter such a disgusting opponent? He decided to try not to let the other party touch his body. Forget it, grab him directly and throw him out of the circle. Anyway, two wins in three games, and two games will be solved for him.

Cheng Peng hit the mat with both feet, bowed and rushed with strength, and rushed straight to Shen Tingchao's mid-waist. Hardly speaking, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Seeing him working so hard, Wan Lao couldn't help but smile and nodded: "I have long seen that this kid has hard work, and today I am optimistic about him." ”

"Grandpa, can you praise him again after a while? I doubt now, is he your grandson who is outcast?" Wan Yunjin couldn't help but be jealous.

Old Man Wan laughed, patted the back of his granddaughter's hand and said, "Are you jealous?"

Master Liu laughed, but he didn't dare to disagree. Cheng Peng took the initiative to attack, although he showed his fearless side, but at the same time, he also left too many flaws for his opponent. Looking at Shen Tingchao's standing posture, it was almost a defensive posture that was incomprehensible. As long as Cheng Peng is not careful, he grabs the belt for him, and loses all the games. After all, the rules of this game are simplified compared to regular games.

Peng Xiaoyan, Qiao Yujun, Xiao Gao and others all applauded excitedly, cheering for Cheng Peng. On the other side, the cheerleaders of Shen Tingchao were desperately drinking dishes, shaking the handbell and blowing the horn, and the scene was not lively.

Shen Tingchao pursed his lips and sneered, stood still, and just waited for Cheng Peng to arrive. He calculated everything, Cheng Peng couldn't escape.

"Lao Tzu has a magic mirror, Lao Tzu has a magic mirror~ah~" Cheng Peng thought about the magic mirror in his heart, but the more he ran, the more weak he became. Why is his heart weak? His feet are weak, and he feels that he doesn't have the strength he used to have, could it be because of diarrhea?

Cheng Peng rushed to Shen Tingchao, pushed his shoulders forward, and fished his opponent's waist with his hands. But Shen Tingchao was 1.93 meters tall after all, smiled contemptuously, grabbed his arm with his hand, and fell lightly on his back shoulder.

Boom!

In the muffled sound, Cheng Peng's whole person was stunned, he fell to the ground with his back to the ground, and looked up at the arched ceiling. Suddenly, Shen Tingchao's mocking face appeared in his vision: "You lost." He said.

Shen Tingchao directly pressed Cheng Peng's shoulders with both hands, and his body seemed to be pressed on the top of a mountain, pressing heavily on Cheng Peng's body, almost making him breathless.

There was a muffled sound, as if an invisible hand had adjusted the volume buttons. Suddenly, the voices of the cheerleaders in the stadium were at their peak.

"The tide is less! The tide is small! The tide is small!!"

They shouted rhythmically, waved the streamers in their hands, vibrated the handbells vigorously, and danced like mad demons.

In contrast, Qiao Yujun, Peng Xiaoyan and the others immediately quieted down, and they couldn't hide the shock and disappointment on their faces, especially Qiao Yujun.

"Why is Cheng Peng's performance different today than that day?" she couldn't help but think of the scene that happened at the gate of the park.

Peng Xiaoyan was more worried than disappointed, after all, the opponent looked very powerful. In the cage at their feet, Cheng Dazhuang suddenly woke up, looked around blankly, and then looked in the direction of Cheng Peng. Its small eyes blinked, and when it realized that its owner was not good, it opened its mouth and shouted, as if it was also cheering for Cheng Peng. It's a pity that this little thing's voice is immature, and it will soon be drowned in the sea of cheerleaders' shouts.

On the other side, the grandparents and grandchildren of the Wan family also put away the smiles on their faces, and the old man Wan was still calm, and said to himself: "It's just the beginning, don't be afraid." ”

Wan Yunjin couldn't sit still: "It's not good at all! Shen Tingchao has been practicing wrestling and national art since he was five years old, who is that guy his opponent?"

"Give him some time, don't worry. Old Man Wan comforted his granddaughter.

He has experienced decades of ups and downs, has met many talented people, and has always been very accurate in his eye for people.

From the moment he saw Cheng Peng in Dongcheng Town that day, he was shocked by this boy who claimed to have run dozens of miles of mountain roads with a wild boar on his back.

Frankly speaking, Cheng Peng is not the best in all aspects, especially his poor family background, which limits many of his development directions. But this child's eyes are hard to forget. Deep in those small eyes, which were not too big, there was a longing, a deep desire for good things, an expectation for the future.

Wan Lao believes that only when there is expectation in the heart can there be motivation to do things. And today, it is the perfect time to test whether this young man has enough motivation.

Winning or losing is actually not too important to Wan Lao. He has a hundred ways to break the marriage contract with the Shen family, but it just takes a little effort. He sat in his chair and stared intently at the two men wrestling on the mat.

As a professional wrestler, Master Liu was extremely surprised. The surprise was not Cheng Peng, but Shen Tingchao.

Shen Tingchao is young and vigorous, his physical fitness is at its peak, and his techniques are also very precise and professional, and he is indeed a very good seedling. It's a pity that he was born in a wealthy family, if it were a common people's family, now there is one more seeded player of the world championship in the national team.

Next to him, Sun Yunlei, Zhou Bo, and Huo Donglin also exchanged heads, and the comments continued, all of which praised Shen Tingchao.

In the venue, Cheng Peng felt that his breathing was gradually short, and even suffocated. couldn't help but scold: "Dog, do you want to suffocate your old man?"

Shen Tingchao frowned, he didn't have time to wipe away the saliva splashed on his face, and sneered: "Have you calculated the time?"

Tick, tick!

The referee also prepared a timer very intimately, the second hand was flying, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, and the hammer was in Cheng Peng's heart.

He was suddenly shocked, yes, even if I lose if my back and shoulders are on the ground for three seconds, I can't lose!

At this moment, he had long forgotten that he was representing the Wan family. The provocation of the opponent, the contemptuous look in the eyes, made him angry. Young and vigorous, his blood was boiling, and Cheng Peng roared: "You open it for me!"