Friday.

Morning.

Li Shaoze sat alone in the office, reviewing documents in his hands, and thinking about a question in his heart.

Now everyone in the entire General Administration knows that he is going to be the deputy director of operations, and Li Wenbin, as a loser, why has he not acted and reacted at all so far?

And not only did Li Wenbin not, but even Zeng Xiangrong did not make any small moves.

Do they really want to throw in the towel?

At this time, admitting defeat is actually a very reasonable and smart choice.

If Li Wenbin can really choose to stand still, accept his fate, and admit defeat.

Li Shaoze really wants to praise him in his heart for knowing current affairs and having great wisdom.

"Haha."

"No matter."

"Just let Liu Jianming stare at them."

Li Shaoze didn't figure it out for a while, so he simply laughed out loud and no longer cared about this matter.

As the winner, he is firmly sitting on the Diaoyutai, so what does he have to think about?

It's not him who shouldn't want to, but someone else.

Evening.

Li Jiajun stood in front of the bed in the dormitory of the police academy, and with a sigh, he pulled the zipper of his sports jacket.

Then, he grabbed his backpack and walked out of the dormitory.

During this time, the news of Li Jiajun's boxing in Macau has spread throughout the school.

The first is that the ratings of MMA are not bad in Hong Kong and Macao, and the second is that MMA promotes Li Jiajun as a popular character.

So the classmates all knew that Li Jiajun went to Macau to compete for the boxing championship, and he was ashamed of being a teacher.

Moreover, the fighting competitions are all on weekends off, and the instructors of the police academy can't interfere too much.

They all pretended to be deaf and dumb for the sake of Li Wenbin's big man's face, and let the children let go of their hands to play.

Now a month has passed, Li Jiajun has completed thirteen consecutive victories and entered the finals with the strongest dark horse!

This Saturday night is the day of the finals!

Li Ping'an looked at the back of Li Jiajun leaving, and suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Pay attention to safety." ”

Lin Youren stood next to him and shouted.

"Stay safe!"

"Thank you."

Li Jiajun paused, nodded with his back to them, and continued to walk out of the dormitory.

In fact, Li Ping'an originally shouted "win the championship", but after thinking about it carefully, Li Jiajun was his defeated general, and he was afraid that shouting this sentence would bring some bad pressure to Li Jiajun.

After all, no matter what heavyweight boxing championship Li Jiajun wins, as long as Li Jiajun doesn't defeat him for a day, he can't be ashamed in front of him. On the contrary, we can only keep verifying from the side how powerful and powerful he is.

After Li Jiajun left, Li Ping'an patted Lin Youren's shoulder and smiled: "Let's go, let's go play Bo." ”

"Okay."

"Kick the wave."

Lin Youren's face was overjoyed, and he bent down and took out a football from the bed.

That's what college life should be.

What a good punch.

……

On Saturday, the time turned, and it was already the time for the MMA finals to officially start.

Macau, Wynn Palace, six-storey boxing ring.

The VIP audience of 300 people was full, and it was already full of wealthy Asians who bought tickets to enter.

At the same time, the broadcast team, the commentary team, the referee team, the medical team, and the personnel of all departments of the game are ready.

Formal boxing matches are different from underground black boxing, one is greater investment, and the other is stricter rules, and the probability of accidents is smaller.

At this time, in the backcourt lounge, Li Jiajun had already put on boxing gloves and armor, and sat on the bench to boxing with Cheng Hui.

I saw Cheng Hui wearing a black T-shirt representing the team, snapped, and after punching lightly, he encouraged loudly: "You are only one step away from the goal, win this boxing, you will be the gold belt boxing champion." ”

"Understood."

Li Jiajun withdrew his hand and nodded calmly and forcefully.

Cheng Hui smiled, waited until Li Jiajun stood up, knocked on his back and said, "Remember, don't be afraid!" ”

"I'm afraid you'll lose for the rest of your life!"

Li Jiajun grinned: "Hehehe." ”

"Lao Tzu is not afraid!"

"I bought three million and won it myself!"

"Enough of a kind!"

Cheng Hui sneered, feeling that there was nothing he could do with this guy.

Immediately afterwards, there was an exclamation from the host!

Li Zitian, the champion of defending boxing, the No. 1 MMA ranking, and the winner of the six major gold belts in international competitions, appeared.

I saw Li Zitian holding the gold belt in both hands, standing at the exit of the passage, raising it high when he came out, showing off his might, and approaching the ring step by step with the coaching staff.

The hosts, fans, and audience all gave the defending boxing champion a tsunami-like applause and began to detail Li Zitian's past achievements.

Hehehe, the popular dark horse or the defending boxing champion, which one has a higher call to win the championship?

The fool knows that he is the champion of the boxing!

After all, the champion has proven his strength, and compared to him, it is not an exaggeration to say that the popular dark horse is the tallest among the short people.

Cheng Hui heard the cheers outside, his expression remained unchanged, and he pinched Li Jiajun's arm and said: "The finals are different from the previous games, the scene is very big after you go out, don't be nervous, you can pretend, but don't be too arrogant." ”

"Newcomer, stay humble."

"But as long as Li Zitian dares to provoke you, you will scold him back!"

"You have to remember that before he came to the stage, he was the champion of the boxing team, and after he stepped down, he was just an out-of-fashion boxer."

"I understand."

Li Jiajun nodded, and suddenly the host's shout outside the arena sounded in his ears: "Now let's invite the challenger, the biggest dark horse boxer of the year, the dark horse prince Li Jiajun who participated in the MMA fighting competition for the first time and reached the finals in one fell swoop!" ”

"Li Jiajun is invited to the stage!"

Li Jiajun smiled, held his head high, and stepped out of the backcourt passage.

As he crossed the line between black and white, a landslide and tsunami of sound came to his face.

Li Jiajun raised his fist high, strode forward, pulled up the telescopic in the ring and jumped up.

Li Zitian looked at the newcomer who was tender and tender, smiled, gave a thumbs up, and suddenly turned his thumb to the ground.

Li Jiajun did not hesitate to pry up his middle finger and insert it into Li Zitian in front of him.

At this time, the TV station had already begun to broadcast the game live, and the commentator was flipping through the script, preparing to introduce the height and weight of the two players in detail......

At this time, seeing this scene on the stage, they showed a helpless smile on their faces, and they could only improvise: "Friends and friends of the audience, I believe you have seen the cordial exchanges and friendly greetings between the two fighters. ”

"Hehehe, they all deserve the surname Li."

"It's not a family, it's not a family, the style of greeting is the same."

"I'm announcing the MMA MMA competition now, and the finals are officially open."

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The referee pressed the bell three times.

The referee on the stage will do everything and blow the silver whistle.

Originally, after saying hello, the two players on both sides of the grid quickly pounced forward.

Da-da-da-da.

Li Zitian attacked fiercely, and rushed to the front door in a few moves.

Li Jiajun didn't dodge or dodge, raised his arms, and ate a few laps.

This makes Li Jiajun look like he has fallen behind, but anyone with real eyesight knows that he is playing strategy......

Mountaintop.

Mansion.

Li Shaoze and Li Ping'an, father and son, sat on the sofa, with a bunch of fruits and snacks in front of them, watching the live broadcast of the fighting match.

When they saw Li Jiajun take the initiative to step forward and be beaten, both of them couldn't help but nod.

"Not bad."

"Li Jiajun's coach is a veteran."

"I know how to teach Li Jiajun to take the initiative to try the opponent's punch power at the beginning of the game to prepare for the next playing strategy."

Li Shaoze knocked on the almonds and praised it rarely.

Li Ping'an also nodded seriously and said: "During this period of time, Li Jiajun's physical fitness has improved very quickly, and if I fight him again, it will be impossible to solve him so quickly." ”

There is such a thing as boxing skills, which can be seen in the performance of the game.

But physical fitness can only be observed face-to-face.

Sometimes, even the official physical data of the players in the tournament is not very accurate.

Li Ping'an was able to come to this conclusion, which was also observed in school.

"Hmm."

Li Shaoze nodded, and suddenly kicked Li Ping'an: "Go to the refrigerator and get two bottles of beer." ”

"Oh."

Li Ping'an answered, put on his slippers and rushed to the refrigerator, quickly took out two bottles of beer, and quickly soaked in front of the sofa.

Obviously, he didn't want to miss out on TV.

After Li Ping'an came back, Li Shaoze opened the beer, one bottle per person, gently held the cup, and watched the TV intently.

On the field!

Li Jiajun's fighting level is not much different from Li Zitian's, and even in terms of physical fitness, Li Jiajun surpasses Li Zitian.

But from ancient times to the present, whether it is national art or martial arts, boxing has to use the brain.

Li Zitian surpassed Li Jiajun too much in terms of experience, and shortly after the first half, he deliberately sold a flaw for Li Jiajun to attack.

Without perceiving the trap, Li Jiajun threw a punch to attack, and immediately encountered Li Zitian's several punches back, hitting his face, causing his consciousness to fall into a state of confusion.

Immediately afterwards, Li Zitian did not stop, and jumped forward to knock Li Jiajun to the ground, took out the sharpest anti-joint lock technique, and pinned Li Jiajun to the ground.

"Ahh

The severe pain made Li Jiajun roar and completely sober up.

At this time, the average player will choose to throw in the towel.

Because the anti-joint lock technique is a killer move designed for human bones. Once they are clamped, very few people can have the opportunity to get out of the market.

Because you're not fighting your opponent, you're fighting against your human body!

But after Li Jiajun woke up, he did not shoot the ground, on the contrary, under the stimulation of severe pain, he broke out with huge resistance. hugged his hand tightly against Li Zitian's arm, wanting to forcibly break Li Tianyi's lock technique.

Is the structure of the human body so rebellious?

No!

Unless it's Superman!

Li Jiajun couldn't achieve the feat of unlocking the lock technique at all, so he could only barely maintain a balance and not let Li Zitian break his shoulder.

"Ten seconds!"

"There are only ten seconds left and the first half is over!"

"Hold on!"

Li Jiajun's ears sounded Cheng Hui's voice.

But he didn't hear it at all.

His head lost all sound, and only one word echoed......

Fear!

You'll lose for the rest of your life!

Li Jiajun is not afraid.

As long as they survive until the end of the first half, the referee will separate the two and let them go to halftime.

As long as it's a tie!

For the challenger Lee Ka Joon, it's a win!

Central.

In a flat-story mansion.

Li Wenbin held a glass of whiskey, his face flushed, and stood in front of the bar looking at the TV.

He knew one thing very well......

Ten seconds on stage and ten seconds off the stage are completely two times.

Will Li Jiajun survive ten seconds?

Tick tock.

Time passes slowly.

Ten seconds later, Li Wenbin raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

A hurried bell rang in the arena.

The ring referee immediately rushed forward and forcefully separated Li Jiajun and Li Zitian in the ring, and only after the two were separated did he make a halftime gesture.

"Good!"

"This perseverance is much stronger than his Lao Tzu!"

Li Shaoze sat on the sofa at home, applauded loudly, and then dried the beer in one gulp......

With a gentle squeeze of your hand, you will squeeze the beer bottle flat and throw it into the trash can next to you.

Li Ping'an grinned, touched his arm and said, "Mom, it hurts to look at it." ”

Even if he can fight again, he has no interest in boxing in his life.

Because, he doesn't have to prove himself on stage, and he doesn't want to be a clown to show others.

(End of chapter)