Chapter 44 The Drawing of Lots

At night, Las Vegas is always full of temptations.

Originally, I was supposed to have a good rest in the hotel and wait for tomorrow's opening, but at about seven o'clock, Song Qingmei pulled me out and went shopping.

According to her, the night market in Las Vegas is also good, and it is better to visit it if you have a good visit.

And I'm going to start a big boxing match tomorrow, and if I'm not careful, I'll either lie down or die.

I scolded Song Qingmei, why wouldn't this woman say a good word?

Could it be that I was asked to come out just to listen to her say such a lame reason, so that when she went to the night market alone, she would not be so boring?

Originally, I thought that Song Qingmei was taking me to the night market where I was shopping, but who knew that she took me to a luxurious banquet, which was full of men and women who were very well-dressed.

Of course, they have not many purposes, only one. That's – find a bed mate for tonight!

What kind of place America is, I don't know. But I could see the hunger and thirst in the eyes of those men.

There are not many Asians in it, and the Chinese are even more Miao.

Song Qingmei's appearance immediately caused a few Asian screams. This process lasts for a few seconds and is already over.

This is a ball, not a place for courtship, and all the time like this, it will seem that they are very classless.

Soon, two guys with extraordinary temperaments came to Song Qingmei's side and said a lot of nonsensical words.

Speaking of their literary attainments, they are good when they pick up girls, at least they can recite a few sentences, which makes me a little embarrassed, this is completely the level of primary school students memorizing texts, how to talk about force.

Today's Song Qingmei is wearing a dark green long dress, long black and soft hair, light makeup, and looks graceful and luxurious, a goddess.

Naturally, it attracts a lot of livestock.

But at this moment, Song Qingmei is hanging on my body, wearing cloth shoes and a set of ordinary cotton clothes, looking a little handsome, but I can still see the immature feeling.

Their eyes clearly wanted to tear me apart, and their eyes were full of anger.

"Why don't we dance?" Song Qingmei whispered softly in my ear, took my hand, and walked into the dancing venue.

I hadn't danced at all, so I was always in a state of wandering.

However, under Song Qingmei's superb skills and guidance, it took me more than ten minutes to finally imitate and learn simple steps, but it was still miserable.

At this time, I suddenly remembered the scene when I stepped on the wooden stake, since I can practice the wooden stake, how can I be afraid of this little dance step.

I tried hard to adapt, and then observed other people's dance steps, and soon stopped stepping on Song Qingmei's feet and became natural!

Just when I wanted to continue dancing, Song Qingmei suddenly let go and returned to the table next to me with me.

Soon, the admirers rushed over one by one, for fear that if they walked a little slower, they would lose their position and squeeze in.

"If you have any questions, ask him and he will answer!" Song Qingmei smiled faintly, leaned on my shoulder and whispered, "This is what happens to you rejecting me!" ”

"Woman!" I shouted in my heart, and I wondered for a while.

These men are like a beast in estrus, constantly attacking me with their rhetoric, as if I am really a soft rice man who is good for nothing and will never know anything!

I don't care, what they say, I take it like.

"Aren't you tired?" I grabbed a glass of red wine and asked these boring men.

"Tired, you guy is really amazing, and he doesn't have any impact at all!" One of the men gasped, feeling uneasy.

Especially his thick belly, I don't know how much gas is in it to get to where it is now.

I gently shook the red wine, took a sip and felt pretty good.

"If that's the case, why don't you give up?" I looked at the man and said with a smile.

"Give up? It's you who should give up, poor ghost! If it weren't for Miss Song, would you be here? It's a high-end place, how can you come in as an ordinary person? ”

His voice was a little loud, and everyone else heard it.

Asians laughed when they understood.

As for the other foreigners, they continued to dance their own dances, not caring at all.

It's normal to have such a small episode once in a while.

"Really?" I said lightly, and a fire in my heart was rushing up.

If I hadn't known that these guys were either rich or noble, I would have really wanted to beat them up.

"Don't be impulsive!" Song Qingmei knew that the joke was almost the same, so she whispered a reminder in my ear.

But Song Qingmei's move had the opposite effect.

That person thought that Song Qingmei deliberately sheltered me, so he was so arrogant. He said coldly: "Boy, what's your name?" ”

"This is my friend, if you have to deal with him, it's against me!" Song Qingmei said coldly, with a cold attitude, and looked at the person coldly.

"Count you away!" The man said, and walked away.

Seeing this scene, I was very unhappy, but I knew that I didn't have the ability to do it at all, so how could I compare myself with others.

People were born with a golden key, and I am an abandoned person, fighting for life and death to gain a trace of favor.

After a long time, Song Qingmei pulled me out and came to the quiet corridor outside.

The night sky outside was still dark, but my mood was even darker.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you here!" Song Qingmei said, quietly drinking red wine.

After taking a sip, she handed me the cup, and I drank it without hesitation.

Perhaps, only alcohol can anesthetize my depressed mood at the moment.

"You're not wrong, it's me who's wrong!" As I spoke, I suddenly figured it out.

Either way, it's a rich man's game, and I'm just a nobody, so why bother so much. Anyway, after tonight, I don't even know if I'll survive.

I don't want to pay attention to these uncertain things.

"You're like a good old man! Keep going like this, you're going to lose! Song Qing said seriously, leaning over to my side, only a centimeter away from my face.

In the end, she still didn't kiss it, just smiled faintly, with a hint of charm.

I feel that Song Qingmei is a dangerous woman, at least not to have more contact.

Otherwise, I don't know how I would die!

"If it's okay, I'd like to go back and rest first!" I looked at my watch, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and I was ready to say goodbye.

"What, are you scared?" Song Qingmei said provocatively, looking at me with seductive eyes.

"I won't be afraid, what about you?" I gently lifted Song Qingmei's chin and smiled faintly.

At this time, our conversation was a little ambiguous, and I don't know where I got the courage to look directly at Song Qingmei, a thorny rose.

It was a pair of charming eyes, with a charm that seduced the soul.

It's just that her eyes are useless to me. 、

"Poof!" Song Qingmei kissed me on the face and said, "Let's go, this dance party is too boring, and I don't want to stay any longer!" ”

I shook my head, wiped the lipstick off my face, and followed Song Qingmei.

The night was blurry, and I looked at Song Qingmei sitting next to me, still looking indifferent, as if nothing would affect her.

When I got back to the hotel, she went back to her room before I could say goodnight to her.

"Good night!" I looked at Song Qingmei's back and said lightly.

This night is destined to be sleepless. In my mind, I always have Li Qian's beautiful figure, the gentle appearance beside me.

Suddenly, a Song Qingmei and Li Shuang rushed in, and I woke up.

"Ahh I looked outside, and it was still pitch black.

The second hand of the watch is ticking.

At three o'clock in the morning, I got up and began to practice breathing until early in the morning.

"Pemba!"

The door outside, as if it was about to be smashed, I slowly opened my eyes, not feeling a trace of tiredness, but very energetic.

Last night's dream is still vivid, and my heart can't help but be a little shaken, how could I think of Song Qingmei!

I opened the door and saw Wu Shuang, who was full of energy, as well as Da Zhuang and another female bodyguard.

"Miss Song asked me to call you, it's time to go to the boxing arena!" Wu Shuang said indifferently, and then left there with the two of them.

Closing the door, I hurriedly washed up, changed into clothes, and followed them with a backpack.

The boxing arena is equipped with a special boxing suit, which is a pair of delicate shorts.

I still like the clothes of the child compared to what they offer at the conference.

I didn't share a car with Wu Shuang, but a car in the back, by myself.

Song Qingmei seemed to have arrived early, so she didn't share a car with me.

The car was very fast, and I soon came to the venue with Wu Shuang and them.

Originally, I was worried about the card, but when I saw the card in Da Zhuang's hand, I understood.

As I walked in, I felt the sound inside getting louder and louder, as if I was celebrating something.

When I entered the boxing arena, I saw Song Qingmei, who was still cold, and Chu Xia. When she saw me, she said coldly: "Next time you get up by yourself, don't let someone wake you up every time!" ”

"Well, has the lottery started?" I asked Song Qingmei, looking at the crowd around me, there were signs of chaos.

There are a lot of onlookers, and most of them are ready to bet.

The person with the highest winning rate is naturally the one who loses the least, but it is also the most stable.

"What do you think?" Song Qingmei glanced at me and walked to an office with the cute girl.

There were all kinds of people inside, and they looked a little anxious, as if they were waiting for something.

In the middle of them, there was a machine that seemed to be used for lottery numbers or something.

"Now, let's start the lot!" A white man in sunglasses spoke, preparing to go over to draw lots.

The lottery process is very simple, just press a button and two or three numbers will appear.

As for the number of numbers, it depends on the number of fighters you have.

It's all random, there's no speculation at all. Even if you draw a hot fighter, you can only say that you are unlucky.

The boxing tournament is through the primary, intermediate, semi-finals, and finals.

If the speed of elimination is too fast, you can directly enter the semi-finals.

Generally speaking, this is not the case, every fighter has potential, they are all potential stocks, and they don't want to go up and down at the beginning.

It was Song Qingmei's turn, she pressed the button directly, and two numbers appeared, seven and one hundred and thirty.

Next, it's Song Qingmei's turn to choose.

In the end, I will fight against No. 7, or Wu Shuang will fight against No. 7.

The order of the rankings is also random, but usually a fighter like me will not be ranked at the top of the line.

Song Qingmei took me out of there after completing the match on the touch screen.

After going out, I asked Song Qingmei: "Is it the battle against No. 7?" ”

"Wu Shuang!" Song Qingmei said lightly, without hesitation at all.

"Why? Wouldn't I ...... against Seven," I said, a little strange.

"For no reason, don't think you can easily pass the Primaries against the 130th Hundred! This is the United States, not China! After Song Qingmei finished speaking, she walked towards Wu Shuang without looking back and told him about this competition.

"America?" I muttered as I prepared to go to the lounge and recuperate.

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