Syllable! ”

"Smack!"

Two ferocious fist touches rang out.

Cheng Hui raised his arm to take the two punches, took a few steps back, leaned on the drawstring of the boxing ring and said goodbye: "Don't fight, don't fight." ”

"Old people can't fight young people."

The fist is afraid of being less strong.

The stick is afraid of the old man.

The peak of a man's physiology is between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three.

At the age of thirty, it began to go downhill.

Cheng Hui is thirty-five years old, and he is definitely not comparable to Li Jiajun, a young man in terms of physical fitness, not to mention that Li Jiajun himself is a good seedling with a fighting foundation.

After a month-long special training period, Li Jiajun's strength at this time has increased more than three times, and he already has the ability to fight on stage.

Alas.

Who made Li Jiajun too fierce!

Good talent.

And assiduously.

Born to be boxing material.

In just one month, Cheng Hui increased the amount of training three times in a row.

not only fully exercised Li Jiajun's physical endurance and muscle explosiveness, but also taught Li Jiajun the footwork, snatching method, and locking skills of professional fighting without any reservations.

How can he fight Li Jiajun again now?

"Okay."

"Master."

"No more fighting."

Li Jiajun stood with his hands closed, smiled innocently, and raised his hand to take off his gloves.

Although Cheng Hui taught him boxing techniques for money, he was also able to do his best during this period of time and did not have reservations. and also acts as a human sandbag every day, accompanying him to practice boxing on the stage.

This made Li Jiajun have more respect for Cheng Hui, and he usually treats him as a master.

Today is the last practice, and tomorrow he will go on stage, so the evening practice is a little easier than usual.

After Cheng Hui took off the protective gear on his body, he stepped forward and patted Li Jiajun's muscular arm and said, "Ah Jun, I'm going to go on stage tomorrow, are you nervous?" ”

Li Jiajun exhaled, shook his head and said, "Nervous." ”

"Oh."

"No, not nervous."

Cheng Hui looked at him like that, as if he saw himself when he was young.

Nervousness, yes, really.

To say that you are not nervous is to cheer yourself up.

I saw Cheng Hui raise his hand and gently hammer Li Jiajun's chest: "Everyone who goes on stage to box, there is always a reason to let himself go on stage." ”

"Nobody likes to be beaten."

"But whether it's for money, fame, or to prove yourself."

"You must remember not to forget your original intention! Don't be afraid! ”

"Afraid! You'll lose for the rest of your life! ”

Li Jiajun pondered this sentence secretly, and finally nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, master, I understand!" ”

"I'm afraid!"

"I'll lose for the rest of my life!"

"Just remember." Cheng Hui sneered, pulled the rope and walked off the ring, sitting on the bench and unscrewing a bottle of water.

After he finished two sips, he said in a loud voice: "It's not early, you can go home." ”

"Thank you, master."

Li Jiajun stepped out of the ring, stood in front of him and bowed to Cheng Hui, and then picked up the schoolbag on the side and left.

Anyway.

Those who preach and teach are teachers.

You should have due respect for your master.

What's more, Cheng Hui will also accompany him to participate in boxing matches as a coach?

When the time comes, the on-the-spot strategy, the targeted style of play, and the healthy observation during the game. All of them have to rely on the help of Cheng Hui, who has rich experience in the competition and has won the gold belt of the boxing champion.

Li Jiajun didn't dare to play crazy in front of Cheng Hui.

"Hehe, stinky boy."

"You've got to win."

"If you lose, what money will I use to pay off my debts?"

Cheng Hui shook his head, lifted the water bottle and drank it all.

He obviously knew in his heart that Li Jiajun didn't have so much money, so he could only buy peripheral money to help him pay off his debts. So if you want to come up with enough money, you have to win the game.

If it weren't for Li Jiajun's hard work and good potential, Cheng Hui would have dared not dare to pick a son a long time ago. Now he can only accompany Li Jiajun to fight, and he must get the gold belt to win!

Late at night.

When Li Jiajun returned home, he pushed open the door and saw his father drinking.

Just like Li Shaoze, Li Wenbin also knows the current situation very well.

At this time, he was sullen with a classical glass and was tasting the whiskey in the glass.

Li Jiajun walked through the living room without saying a word, ignoring his father who borrowed wine to kill his sorrows.

As the so-called drunkard, the meaning is not in the wine, but between the mountains and rivers.

Li Wenbin tasted not the mellow taste of wine, but the flavors of life.

At this time, he saw his son coming home, put down the wine glass with a red face, turned his head sideways to Li Jiajun who was passing by, and asked, "Ah Jun, do you want to come over for a drink?" ”

"No need."

"We're going to play tomorrow."

Li Jiajun didn't even reply, he had already raised his legs and walked up the stairs.

Li Wenbin didn't know what his mentality was, and suddenly shouted: "Don't compare." ”

"If you go up, you'll be beaten!"

"It's better to go back to school and study hard!"

"If you fail the course again this year, I will send you abroad."

Li Jiajun paused, snorted coldly and did not answer, and continued to walk up the stairs.

Before he got the belt, he wasn't qualified to speak at home. Since you are not qualified to speak, what is there to say?

"Damn."

"Decrepit boy!"

Li Wenbin saw that Li Jiajun regarded him as a dead man, so he opened his mouth and scolded, raised his glass and drank the wine.

……

Next.

Department.

Li Shaoze and Li Wenbin met unexpectedly in the elevator.

A group of guys had just finished greeting Li Wenbin, and when they saw Li Shaoze approaching, they hurriedly pressed the door button a few more times to leave the door for Li Sir.

"Sir Lee."

"Sir Lee."

The guys greeted one Li sir, and now they greet another Li sir, and their tones can't help but be a little weird.

Now who doesn't know that Shuangli is secretly competing?

I really don't want to do this kind of elevator!

I'd rather go up the stairs!

But Li Shaoze walked in front of him and beckoned, they couldn't pretend not to see it?

Gone is that embarrassment.

Bad luck may be coming!

"Hmm."

"Good morning."

Li Shaoze said hello to the guys, and the guys next to him immediately pressed the floor for him.

Then, Li Shaoze turned his head to look at Li Wenbin, smiled, and took the initiative to speak: "Sir Li, have you been busy lately?" ”

Li Wenbin replied expressionlessly: "I'm not as busy as you." ”

"Haha."

"I heard that Jiajun went to Macau to box?"

Li Wenbin turned his head to look at Li Shaoze in surprise, as if asking him how he would know about this.

Li Shaoze understood the meaning of the other party's eyes, and said with a smile: "The boxing match has my sponsorship. ”

You must know that if there is any big event in that part of Macau, there must be a few big bosses who nod their heads.

After all......

The handicap in combat boxing is not small.

If the bosses don't sit down and share the cake, who would dare to set up a stall in Macau?

Coincidentally, Le Huizhen is one of the big bosses, and Li Sir is the "father" of the big boss.

After Le Huizhen got the news, she mentioned it by the way while chatting, causing Li Shaoze to know the news.

Li Wenbin's face darkened when he heard this answer, and he replied, "Hmm." ”

"Children like to play, and there's nothing they can do."

Li Shaoze was like an uncle at this time, and nodded lightly: "It's okay to play." ”

"Lest you fail the martial arts subject again next semester."

"Right?"

"Sir Li!"

Ding Dong, the elevator reaches the sixteenth floor.

Li Shaoze didn't wait for Li Wenbin to answer, he stepped out of the elevator, and a snickering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Wenbin clenched his fists in the elevator, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his mood.

Depend on!

Is Li Shaoze mocking my son for being beaten by his son!

Dry!

Why are the two words hanging so dazzling!

When people who didn't know heard it, they thought that my son was a piece of waste and couldn't even pass the martial arts assessment in the police station.

Li Wenbin tried his best to keep his face unchanged, but the others in the elevator still felt the anger spreading from the head of the operation department.

Fortunately, these guys are not as high as Li Wenbin, and they all left the elevator one after another before Li Sir arrived.

"Ugh."

Li Wenbin walked out of the elevator alone, straightened his tie, and let out a long sigh.

Son.

What if you can't compare to others?

It's not like I haven't compared!

Li Wenbin returned to the office, and he gradually had a plan for the future......

However, Li Jiajun's next performance did not disgrace Li Wenbin, and in the three consecutive preliminary matches before the start of school, Li Jiajun won KO results as a newcomer. For a time, he became the most popular dark horse in the Macau MMA fighting competition.

There is no way, Li Jiajun's playing style is not only fierce, but also very beautiful, coupled with his handsome appearance and young age, he is the most suitable candidate for competition publicity.

So his popularity is very high, and he is the most popular newcomer this year.

When Li Shaoze heard the news, he specially watched a match of Li Jiajun......

Not to mention anything else, just from Li Jiajun's reactions, strength, and speed, he can judge that Li Jiajun's fighting skills have reached LV3, and his physical fitness has also increased significantly.

In terms of fighting skills alone, Li Jiajun is already on par with Li Ping'an.

The premise is that Li Ping'an does not play Wing Chun.

As for physical fitness, it's still too bad.

And after three preliminary matches, the fight will enter the rematch.

The next rematch is held on Saturday and Sunday every week, and a fighter will only schedule one game a week.

In the end, four people were selected according to the number of wins to enter the semi-finals, and two entered the finals.

At the same time, the police academy has also opened.

Li Ping'an, Li Jiajun, and Lin Heren all came to the dormitory to tidy up their things.

Lin Youren's news was still before the start of school, and I saw him talking while cleaning up the bed: "An Zai, Brother Jun, do you know that Azu is dead?" ”

The dormitory, which was originally full of four people, now has an extra empty bed.

Lin Youren's gaze frequently swept to look at the empty bed, and there was some inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Li Ping'an nodded without hesitation and said, "It was my father who killed him." ”

"Uh......"

Although Lin Youren knew this news, he still felt a little strange in his heart.

Li Jiajun took a mouthful and said: "It's good to die!" ”

"Uh......"

Lin and Ren felt that the two classmates were too violent.

Li Ping'an was also a little surprised, turned his head to look at Li Jiajun, the two looked at each other, Li Ping'an nodded and said, "I heard that you went to participate in MMA?" ”

"Yes."

Li Jiajun did not deny it, and Li Ping'an did not ridicule, but just said in a flat tone: "Come on." ”

"Is this the quality of the children of wealthy families?"

"The father of the two people is fighting, and they are also fighting, so can they open their mouths to cheer for each other?"

Lin and Ren sighed and found that they were too simple.

(End of chapter)