"What's the matter, sullen." Ding Kaifeng looked at Ding Li's gloomy face and couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I just feel ......" Ding Li was halfway through his words, and suddenly he didn't know what words to use to describe his mood. He has been learning martial arts since he was a child, insisting on exercising every day, and thought that he would be able to show his strength in this online and offline game, but the few times he logged into the game, his performance was not satisfactory, at least he could not satisfy himself. He was a little skeptical of himself, and when he calmed down, he would wonder if he hadn't worked hard enough or if he hadn't figured out the game's premise yet.

Moreover, there are so many abilities in the game, won't it change the original intention of the game makers to promote the spread of martial arts and encourage physical exercise? Sometimes, Ding Li will be suspicious even with the game.

"I just think I'm so bad." Ding Kaifeng is doing sit-ups, and the father and son spend two hours in the gym every day, without exception. Seeing that his son was silent in thought, Ding Kaifeng said bluntly. Ding Li glanced up at him, he was not angry, his eyes were a little down, and he continued to practice Wing Chun, the first boxing book he got in the game. Wing Chun is often ridiculed as a woman's invention of boxing, biased towards technique, in fact, not easy to learn, although Ding Li has a martial arts foundation, and has learned some similar Tai Chi, but still can't quickly master it.

He is a strength-type martial artist who is not very good at changing skills.

"Hehe, ignore me, I guessed right." Ding Kaifeng sat up, looked at the silent Ding Li, sneered, and didn't want to let him go. Ding Li's stubborn temper has also come up, he is not impatient or impatient, he just doesn't care, what are you doing, what are you talking about.

Ding Kaifeng looked at his son's appearance, and knew that he had to use other methods, if his father couldn't do it, then he would be a loving father, and his son, what were you afraid of. He's a man who can bend and stretch.

"Thief, are you sad, come on, Barbie hug!" Ding Kaifeng stood up, spread his arms, and ran towards Ding Li like a fat swan. Ding Li's goosebumps fell to the ground, his movements were stiff as if he was dancing a mechanical dance, he turned his head one by one, and his neck rattled.

"You give me ......"

Before the word roll was spoken, Ding Li was pounced on by his father. Ding Li was annoyed, and wanted to fight back, but he couldn't, he had been sat under his ass by his father.

"Daddy, how old are you, are you interesting?" Ding Li said weakly. It had been two days since he encountered Feng Qingyang and the subsequent Ghost Cat Hunting Battle, and Ding Li's interest had been low.

"And say me, what's wrong with you, aren't you going to help Daddy fill the trophy wall? Why did you lose your temper so quickly? Young master, do you insist on two more days? Ding Kaifeng sat on Ding Li's waist and massaged Ding Li's back, Ding Li felt very comfortable, stopped struggling, and began to enjoy it.

There are so many benefits to having a great dad.

"I think I probably can't do it, I'm too arrogant. Dad, wasn't your performance bad that day? Ding Li hugged his head with his arms around him, the eldest boy, he was a little crying, and he snorted twice when he spoke.

After listening to his words, Ding Kaifeng paused, his face was a little gloomy, but he only paused, Ding Li had spent more than twice as much time practicing in the past two days. The body needs to relax.

Father and son were in the empty gym, and there was no sound except for heavy breathing.

Logging in to the game that day, Ding Li didn't help anything, turned to the deep sea iron crystal, it was Long Ai who sent it to the city, and he was deceived when he met Feng Qingyang, but he hunted a kitten, and then the three major factions fought, and he became a person who touched the fish, if it wasn't for Long Ai's suggestion, he might have been worried about being affected and immediately quit, and he couldn't even get the two doppelganger cats that he hunted later.

In contrast, Yang Xie, who is just a nerd on weekdays, amazed everyone as soon as he appeared, and even became a sweet spot for the three sects to compete for, and he also grabbed the fatal blow from Yuanshan. Long Ai carried him and caught two doppelganger cats with Ling Bo microstepping.

To be exact, he didn't perform badly, he didn't perform at all. Ding Li didn't want to show his depression in front of his friends, and he had no way on the battlefield, let alone a chance to think about it, but afterwards, he couldn't get over this hurdle, how could he be left behind. The bold words and ambitions he said on the day of his father's retirement were all like jokes, just by him, he couldn't even learn Wing Chun, and he wouldn't get a fart champion in a martial arts.

It's not that Ding Li can't see his friends, but he just doesn't want to be worse than them.

"Boy, don't you look down on professional players?" If Ding Li turned his face around, he would definitely see Ding Kaifeng's face at the bottom of the pot.

Ding Li didn't expect his father to speak to him like this, and his voice was as cold as ice, he originally wanted to confide in his father, why did he make his father angry.

"You have been practicing martial arts since you were a child, so you are better than others, you are a martial arts master, aren't you?"

"I ....." Ding Li seemed to suddenly understand the reason why his father was angry, and wanted to deny it, but he had to admit that he did have such thoughts. Ding Kaifeng didn't let him interject, and the next words poked his heart even more.

"You want to win the championship, just give up as soon as you want. What you are participating in is a martial arts confrontation game based on martial arts and physical training, which is competitive! Competition, there are winners and losers, and competition is unfair. ”

"Isn't it fair to compete?" Ding Li was puzzled, what does it mean to be unfair, he is just a little depressed, does his father want to tell him the shady?

"If you are not convinced, then let me ask you, how many teams participate in the professional competition every year?" Ding Kaifeng said angrily. Ding Li pursed his lips, guessed that there was something in his father's words, and replied stubbornly.

"There must be hundreds of teams participating in the registration every year, and twelve are eliminated in one round, and twelve continue to compete, and in the end only ...... remain."

"In the end, there was only one left! Let's not mention those who are just trying to make people's brains for fun, just talk about the last twelve gangs, which gang is not spelled out, which gang will have less effort than you, and your efforts are not even comparable to the substitutes of the big gangs.

However, there is only one champion! One! Are there fewer people who work hard, are there fewer people who practice martial arts since childhood, Feng Qingyang is already forty, he started practicing martial arts at the age of thirty, and he sweated more than the water that the kid drank in his life in order to catch up with me, do you think professional players are so easy to surpass!

Competition, that is, is unfair, hard work, may not be rewarded.

If you can't get your mindset right, give up.

I didn't expect that in less than half a month, you would be shaken. After Ding Kaifeng finished speaking, he got up from Ding Li and strode out of the gym. Ding Li lay on the ground, silent, his father's words kept echoing in his ears, he suddenly felt that he was so naïve, competition is unfair, who said that hard work will definitely get the championship and achieve good results, no one can make that guarantee.

Why did the Yang family general spend a busy day chasing Yang Xie, it was to find a long-range attacker for the team and enhance their strength, Feng Qingyang was still working hard for a champion at the age of forty, and Ah Yue gave up the excitement for the team......

They are all working hard, they have never given up, and they are all working hard because there is no way to guarantee the outcome.

Ding Li lay motionless on the ground, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, he was just sad because he didn't perform well once, and how low should those teams who participated in the championship competition be.

However, there is only one champion, and the happy smile on his face when he stood happily on the stage and held his father's podium that day was based on the failure of many people.

"Damn! What's wrong with me. As for it? Ding Li rolled over and lay on his back and muttered.

In fact, Ding Li was just envious, unlike Ding Kaifeng who looked down on professional players as he said, and it wasn't that he thought he wanted to give up, that day, he was shocked to see the performance of his father, Feng Qingyang, Yuanshan and Yang Xie and Yang Jiajiang who later participated in the war.

"Why did your temper suddenly become so stinky?"