"The entertainment program at the film festival is a star fighting competition?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the Korean star Park Dae-jung who was provoking him with a monster. This guy was staring at Zhou Qingfeng with an arrogant expression, and kept waved to him to stand up.

Lu Wen was now smiling bitterly at the camera, "In order to increase the fun, this film festival has decided to temporarily add a Chinese-Korea star fighting match."

It is unheard of to play such things at the film festival, but... the atmosphere on the scene is very warm! The people like this fresh and exciting thing too much, especially the Korean side. Even if tens of millions of people watched the game in various ways in an instant, countless people were cheering their idols.

Park Dae-jung is responsible for challenging Zhou Qingfeng, "I want to prove to everyone in the world that Korean Taekwondo is the strongest in the world. I don't allow anyone to insult our Korean national culture. You either admit that you are careless or you will be beaten by me!"

The Korean who participated in the film festival actually took out Taekwondo robe and fist gloves for Park Dae-jung in minutes, and even prepared a black belt for him that symbolized his identity and strength. After showing off, the guy went to the locker room to change his clothes.

After Lu Wen finished speaking in front of the camera, she walked carefully to Zhou Qingfeng, clenched her fists and whispered: "Come on!"

Zhou Qingfeng leaned on the sofa and curled his lips and said, "You are preparing so quickly. Have I promised to play?"

Lu Wen's face froze immediately and she asked anxiously: "You just said Taekwondo is a fancy fist. Didn't you mean to respond?"

“可我只是说花拳绣腿啊.”

"Hiss..., why didn't you say it earlier? I agreed to it for you. What should I do now? I know celebrities often look for stand-ins when making movies, but you really don't know how to fight? Or we can find ways to end this competition, such as saying it a few days after the push."

Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself: I can only kill people, and I am not very good at fighting. Seeing that the female host's face became increasingly ugly, he put on an angry and weak expression and said, "Actually, it's not difficult to defeat that guy, but I don't have the motivation to play such a boring game, what should I do?"

Lu Wen's mind was a little confused now. She had already thought of the broadcast accident, cursing the whole country, and her reputation was ruined. She would never be able to raise her head. When she heard Zhou Qingfeng actually had no motivation to play a boring game, she said anxiously: "How do you have the motivation?"

"I think a kiss from a beautiful woman can make me full of fighting spirit." Zhou Qingfeng smiled with a shy face.

Lu Wen immediately looked cold. She was sitting on the sofa with Zhou Qingfeng concerned, and her headset was taken off and she whispered. But when Zhou Qingfeng asked, she stood up suddenly with a stern face and said unhappily: "It's this time, are you still playing a rogue with me, don't you think it's too much?"

Ah..., is this too much?

Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect Lu Wen to talk and laugh with him before, but now why does it open the distance in the blink of an eye? At this moment, Park Dae-jung, who changed into a war suit, appeared.

No, no, no... Park Dae-jung did not appear, the referee first appeared. It was a major domestic literary director who was kicked by Zhou Qingfeng in the face. This guy volunteered to jump out to be the referee.

"Victor Hugo, you can go to the backstage to change clothes. The Koreans have prepared suitable match uniforms, boxing gloves and braces for you. If necessary, you can also bring protective headbands. I will ensure that this match is fair." The big director spoke in a tone of 'I take good care of you very much, you should be grateful'.

But Zhou Qingfengli ignored any big director. He only looked at Lu Wen, the female host who walked to the corner of the live broadcast room. He seemed to be very guilty of not accepting her kindness. So he stood up lazily, took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and then grabbed a boxing glove.

The referee of the big director asked in surprise: "You don't change your clothes, but you still use only one boxing glove?"

"If one hand could not beat that idiot, I would have died eight hundred times." Zhou Qingfeng only wore a boxing glove, and then stood on the sidelines waiting for the opponent to come up.

When the audience saw that Zhou Qingfeng was so sloppy, they were worried for a moment.

"Does this guy understand the game? He didn't have any preparations, and he went on the court with a glove?"

"This is too nonsense! If you lose, it will not be his own face, but the face of us all Chinese."

"We have to do our best at this time! After all, we can change clothes, so how can we fight with people in trousers and shirts?"

Amid the discussion, Lu Wen, who was standing in the corner, was also anxious and thought to herself: Could it be that she hadn't agreed to his request, and he just threw herself into pieces and waited for a beating? This person is an international star, how could she do this? I am a girl after all, so how could she kiss him in public?

On the other side, Park Dae-jung, who had been dragging for a long time, finally came out. The guy kept gesturing and fisting, walking flexibly with a vicious murderous aura. After he came on the court, he also surrounded the field with a look of disrespect for the world for a week.

As the referee, the big director actually provides commentary services. "This big star from South Korea Park Dae-jung is unusual. He is not only a well-known Korean actor, but also a boxer in the Korean lightweight taekwondo competition. He has won the championship in the all-Korean taekwondo competition three times in a row. He has won the victory by hitting his opponent eleven times, and his power is beyond doubt."

After the great director finished speaking, the champion was still posing. He swung his robe, revealing his strong muscles on his upper body, and greeted the cheers of the Korean support team in a strong posture.

Because the time has been delayed for too long, the big director has to add words: "Since this is the champion of Korean Taekwondo, this... is quite elegant. Next, we will adopt a five-game three-win system to see which game the champion will win."

After walking around the venue for more than a minute, Park Dae-jung was not finished. He continued to hug and encourage his assistants and accepted everyone's blessings. Then he... still didn't play.

Park Dae-jung began to warm up on the spot, and with the help of his assistant, he played front kick, side kick, horizontal kick, hook kick, back kick, single-leg kick, and two-leg kick. His legs kept flying like a butterfly, running around with the whistle and whistle.

This situation was quite scary. The Korean support team applauded and cheered, while the Chinese audience was stunned.

"This Korean guy is pretty awesome!"

"No wonder he dared to come forward and challenge."

"What should we do with our stars? Can we hold on for one round?"

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was still lazy and indifferent, Lu Wen even moved a chair and sat on the sidelines in a daze. She finally couldn't help but run over again, squatted down and whispered: "Hey! Can you cheer up? The other party is very powerful!"

"At this level, it's still strong? I can beat him a hundred." Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself: I'm better than him whenever I catch someone at my own hands! But Katerina, butcher, Minsk's perverts, are afraid that Rom, who is not good at using force, can beat him. "Believe it or not, I KO him with one punch."

Lu Wen frowned and half-doubted, and looked at the lazy Zhou Qingfeng, then looked at the majestic Park Dae-jung, and said with a heart of heart: "If you can knock him down with one punch, I promise to date you."
Chapter completed!