The so-called backstage is actually a wide tent erected behind the curtain wall of the ring for the backstage staff. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are some large electronic devices such as stereos under the info tent, and several staff members with work cards on their chests and walkie-talkies are sweating profusely in the tent.

On the side of the exit in the background, there are several plastic stools neatly arranged, and five or six people are sitting on it, all of them are closing their eyes and recuperating, and their expressions are all serious and composed. They are either strong or introverted, and they look like people with kung fu.

Li Baifeng couldn't help but sigh again at Chaoge University's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Hey, what the hell, get out of the way." A voice of discontent rang out beside him.

Li Baifeng turned his head to see that a staff member was carrying a large box, frowning at him, and the voice just now came from him.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Li Baifeng hurriedly apologized, and at the same time turned to one side and let go of the exit.

The staff glanced at him again, lifted the box over his shoulder, and bent out.

Li Baifeng scanned the surroundings in a circle, observing the environment while dodging the busy staff around. He casually stopped a person who seemed to be relatively idle, and asked, "What do you want to prepare for the competition in a while?" ”

The man raised his head, looked at Li Baifeng's eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Seize the field?" The terrace of the North Hill Building? ”

"yes." Li Baifeng nodded as a matter of course.

The man's eyes showed a little pity, he pointed to the row of stools, and said, "You don't need to prepare anything to win the scene, just sit there and wait, the host calls your name, you can go up from there." ”

"But......" The man shook his head and said, "I suggest you ask your friend to buy some medicine to heal your injuries, and by the way, I can help you take a good leave." ”

What do you mean?

Li Baifeng raised his eyebrows, and reacted after a while: I think I will definitely be beaten down, right? He was furious and was trying to find the man to reason, but found that the other party had already left in a hurry, so he had to give up stupidly.

Li Baifeng muttered to the stool, picked a place to sit down, and a few people on the side began to close their eyes and recuperate.

"Smack." There was a crisp sound of a lighter nearby, and then a faint smell of smoke wafted over.

Li Baifeng frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and looked to the side.

It was a young man with a sharpened face and a faint stubble under his chin, a lit cigarette between the middle fingers of his left hand and a bronze lighter with some wear and tear in his right hand. With a slight hint of hidden vicissitudes, he didn't look much like a college student - at least not a freshman.

The young man felt Li Baifeng's gaze, he turned his head, put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a box of cigarettes from his arms, and with a slight shake of his hand, a cigarette poked out of it.

The young man smiled slightly and asked, "Do you want one?" With a cigarette in his mouth, his voice was a little muffled, but he could still hear it.

Li Baifeng evoked a slightly stiff smile and waved his hand: "I don't smoke, thank you." "He grew up in the secret realm of the Xuanshan Sect since he was a child, and although he has a cheerful personality, he is actually not good at dealing with strangers.

When the young man saw that he refused and did not insist, he shook his hand again, put the cigarette back into the box, and then put it back in his pocket. He took a deep breath of the cigarette between his fingers.

The orange-red flame at the cigarette butt shone slightly, and the ashes spread again.

The young man narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out a few smoke rings of uniform size, then turned his head and smiled at Li Baifeng: "I know you, right?" ”

Li Baifeng paused slightly, and then reacted, on the day of registration, he and Chongzheng had a-for-tat confrontation, and there was a lot of noise, and the other party knew that he was normal. But he still nodded politely and said, "Li Baifeng." ”

The young man smiled slightly and replied, "My name is Zhou Yan, Zhou of the weekend, and Yan Yan." ”

"Good name." Li Baifeng praised it smoothly.

Zhou Yan: "Oh? With a sigh, he asked with great interest: "Where's the good?" ”

Li Baifeng originally said it in passing, and everyone knew this kind of polite remark, but he didn't expect him to really ask. But this didn't bother him, he paused slightly, and said with a smile: "It's not good to extend the weekend?" ”

"Hahaha!" Zhou Yan was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed happily, after a while, his laughter gradually stopped, and his face suddenly showed a melancholy look as if he was recalling something.

Zhou Yan glanced at Li Baifeng with deep eyes, turned his head again, took a deep breath of cigarette, and exhaled a long time. His eyes were straight, he looked at the ground in front of him in a daze, and said lightly: "You are very much like a friend of mine." ”

"Really?" Li Baifeng raised his eyebrows.

"Your personalities are very similar, not good at contact with strangers, but quick minds and good at complaining." Zhou Yan seemed to be recalling something, and his empty eyes were not focused.

"And then?" Li Baifeng didn't expect his image to be like this in the eyes of strangers, so he couldn't help but be curious, and then asked.

"Then he died." Zhou Yan's pupils shrank, his eyes flashed with sadness, and he took another puff of cigarette, as if he wanted to inhale the whole cigarette into his lungs.

Li Baifeng frowned slightly, but did not make a sound.

At the boundary between smoke and ashes, the orange-red fire lit up, burning all the way to Zhou Yan's fingers. But he didn't realize it, and he didn't move his fingers.

"Classmates, no smoking is allowed in the tent." A staff member seemed to smell the smoke, walked over quickly, and said to Zhou Yan with a serious face.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Yan smiled apologetically, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and extinguished it with his foot.

The staff nodded and turned to leave.

Zhou Yan's lips were pursed, his eyes closed slightly, and he seemed to be stuck in memory again, he didn't speak, and Li Baifeng didn't have anything to say, so he also closed his eyes and began to wait silently.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the host's impassioned voice came from outside the tent: "...... The first round of the Beishan Building Terrace War Zone has officially begun, and the first group of contestants is invited below-"

"King Kong Boxing Club, Xue Henian, and Eight Thunder Boxing Club, Zhou Yan!"

As soon as the host's words fell, a burst of warm applause came from the other side of the curtain.

Zhou Yan's eyes flashed, and then disappeared, he slowly stood up, and found that someone next to him stood up at the same time as him. This person should be his opponent just mentioned by the host

The two looked at each other, nodded to each other, and then walked out of the tent together.

"Good luck." Li Baifeng opened his eyes slightly and said softly.

Zhou Yan didn't stop, and he didn't look back, just replied lightly:

"Thank you."