Three Japanese players competed against Zhuang Zhuang, but they still lost, which made Kenichi Motoshima lose face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He can't seem to accept this reality. We are three people, and we are all the top junior martial arts masters in Japan, how can we lose to Zhuang Zhuang alone? What a shame!

This is the reality, although this reality is a bit cruel, but it does exist objectively, not made up by anyone, nor by anyone who deliberately made it up. Whether you accept it or not, this reality cannot be erased.

Wrong! This sturdy must be greasy!

This idea popped into Kenichi Motoshima's mind. If it weren't for the cat, it would not have been possible to defeat the three of us alone, because we are the top experts in Japanese junior martial arts. Kenichi Motoshima looked at Zhuang Zhuang on the competition platform and thought to himself, he is a very ordinary person, where did he get such great ability, he can actually defeat the three of us, this is impossible.

Someone else's victory is impossible, it's all tricky, so if your victory is real? People who think this way are really egoistic, they only believe in themselves and don't trust anyone, which is simply a perversion! Or a person who is extremely abnormal.

Kenichi Motoshima felt pain in his finger bones again, and this pain reminded him of the first game: how could his stomach be so hard when he hit his strong stomach? Even if you have developed abs, it won't be so hard! He must have had a steel plate on his stomach, otherwise it wouldn't have been so hard! He associated his strong belly with a steel plate.

Right! You have to check his strong belly, there must be something wrong with his stomach. Kenichi Motoshima felt like he had discovered a new continent, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right. I've been practicing martial arts for several years, and I've never heard of or seen such a hard belly, and there must be something wrong with a strong belly.

Zhuang Zhuang jumped off the competition platform, the black-clothed referee walked to the back of the competition platform, a competition has ended, and everyone is ready to call it a day.

Suddenly, Kenichi Motoshima jumped on the stage again and shouted, "Slow! I want to complain! His voice was unequivocal.

The black-clothed referee stopped and turned around, frowned and looked at Kenichi Motoshima and said, "Who are you complaining about?" Then he added, "It's not going to be a complaint against me, is it?" ”

Kenichi Motoshima did not answer the question of the black-clothed referee, but said directly: "I complain about Zhuangzhuang!" He had a bad match with us. ”

"He's got a cat?" The black-clothed referee repeated, "This thing is quite new, how do you know that he is tired?" After saying that, he walked to the middle of the competition platform.

"He has a self-defense device hidden on his body, and we have already touched it when we were competing just now." Kenichi Motoshima wants to exaggerate what he feels a little more.

The black-clothed referee hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you have complained, then let's take a look together to see if there are any self-defense equipment on Zhuangzhuang's body." He looked down at the stage and said, "Zhuangzhuang, you can come on stage first!" Someone complained about you! ”

Zhuang Zhuang knew that Kenichi Motoshima was going to have nothing to do again, so he agreed to jump on the jousting platform, and he wanted to expose Kenichi Motoshima's lies.

Zhuang Zhuang and Kenichi Motoshima stood opposite each other on the competition stage, and the black-clothed referee stood on the inside of the two of them to face the audience, and then said: "Kenichi Motojima complained about Zhuangzhuang, what is going on, Kenichi Motojima will talk about it!" ”

"In the contest just now, I found that Zhuang Zhuang had an iron plate hidden in his body, and this iron plate played a good role in self-defense, hindering our attack on him, and finally causing us to lose. So, we're going to complain about him. ”

"What part of his body did you say this iron plate was hidden?" The black-clad referee asked.

"It's in his belly!" Kenichi Motoshima said with confidence.

"Zhuangzhuang, you let him look at his stomach." The black-clad referee said.

Zhuang Zhuang lifted his vest and showed his stomach and said: "I have never heard of martial arts with iron plates, how can you compete with iron plates?" ”

The black-clothed referee said to Kenichi Motoshima, "You saw it! There was nothing left in his stomach, and certainly no iron plates. ”

Kenichi Motojima said again: "Zhuang Zhuang has returned to the rest area just now, and it is very likely that he has taken away an iron plate." He looked distrustful.

"How did you feel the iron plate on your strong belly?" The black-clad referee continued to ask.

"When I hit him in the stomach again, I hit an iron plate, so I knew that Zhuang Zhuang had an iron plate hidden on his body!" Kenichi Motoshima said seriously.

"How do you explain this?" The black-clothed referee asked Zhuangzhuang.

Zhuang Zhuang smiled and said, "He gave me a punch in the stomach, and I used self-defense skills at that time, so he may mistake it for an iron plate!" ”

The black-clothed referee said to Kenichi Motoshima again: "You heard, he used self-defense skills at that time, not hiding the iron plate." Do you understand? ”

"Impossible! I was literally hit on the iron plate, and my finger bones hurt. If it weren't for the iron plate, it wouldn't have hurt my hand. Kenichi Motoshima said.

The black-clothed referee said to Zhuang Zhuang again: "Can you demonstrate your self-defense skills again for Kenichi Motoshima?" ”

"Absolutely!" Zhuang Zhuang said. Then he waved his hands and secretly lucked himself, and soon the self-defense skills on his stomach were done.

The black-clad referee said to Kenichi Motoshima: "You can go over and punch again and see what it feels like, and if there is any difference from the punch you hit during the fight."

Kenichi Motoshima walked to Zhuang Zhuang's side and looked at his stomach, eight muscles bulged eight pimples, and the entire stomach was covered with a patch of gray, and the gray skin was very tight, really like a not very smooth iron plate. It's really the first time he's seen such a muscle group, is it really self-defense?

"Hurry up and try it!" The black-clad referee urged.

Zhuang Zhuang also said: "You fight!" You can fight as much as you want, but don't rely on me if it hurts you! ”

Hearing Zhuang say this, Kenichi Motoshima felt relieved. I said in my heart, don't tiger me, use this set to bluff me, I won't be fooled by you! Where did you get the self-defense skills! It's a complete lie. Thinking so, he raised his fist, and then punched the strong stomach.

Yes! There was a scream.

Kenichi Motoshima immediately squatted on the ground and covered the fingers of his right hand with his left hand, with a hideous expression on his face. It seemed that it really hurt him badly, his face was iron-blue, and his lips were still a little trembling.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The black-clothed referee asked with pretended concern.

"My fingers hurt!" Kenichi Motoshima frowned, gritted his teeth and said.

It seemed that he was really in pain, otherwise he wouldn't have had to grit his teeth so much, and it was obvious that he was enduring the pain.

"How do you feel? Is it the same as the punch you punch in a joust? The black-clad referee continued.

Kenichi Motoshima didn't answer, he knew that the two punches felt exactly the same, only this time he used more force, and his fingers felt more painful. He let go of his left hand and glanced at it, and his right finger was covered in blood・・・・・・