The first thousand five hundred and eighth chapter one trick spike
Those Taekwondo club members first affirmed Ye Fan's charm as a martial artist, and then thought of his performance on stage, and they all admired him in their hearts.
This is the demeanor that a martial arts practitioner should have! This is the demeanor of our Xia Kingdom martial arts people! Oh my god, I am so yearning for it! "You... you are so slanderous!"
Feng Yanhui felt everyone's disgusted looks and became furious, "Ye Fan, I didn't fight you because of this at all..." "So, you want to deny what you said about Xia Guo's martial arts?"
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "How many people have listened to your words this morning? There are not even a hundred people, but there are eighty people, right?
You can't afford this kind of thing, don't treat everyone as a fool!"
"Feng Yanhui, I was here this morning. You said that Taekwondo is the best in the world, but our Xia country is all about fists and legs!"
"Yeah! I heard it too!"
"Feng Yanhui, how could you do this!"
"Is it great to learn Taekwondo?
Why is our Xia Kingdom’s own martial arts so inferior?”
"You are so powerful, you can beat him, don't be like a clown!"
Many enthusiastic young people drank loudly.
Feng Yanhui's face turned as dark as if he had eaten feces.
"Ye Fan, I'm going to kill you!"
"Next, I will let you clearly understand that our Xia Guowu martial arts is only academic but not good at anything!"
Ye Fan looked around and shouted in a deep voice: "Xia Guo's martial arts is the best in the world!"
"First of all, your head!"
Feng Yanhui raised his fist and used all his strength to greet Ye Fan.
Aren't you a good talker?
I'll break yours! "Meteor Strike"!
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered, pinched Feng Yanhui's fist with one hand, and then raised his arm upwards.
"Oh my god!"
Feng Yanhui returned with a punch full of resentment, hitting his chin hard, biting his tongue, his eyes turned white, and he fell down on all fours.
"He...he fainted!
"The referee stepped forward to check, made a decision, grabbed Ye Fan's hand and raised it high: "The red side wins!
"This ending, which is comparable to that of a Hollywood blockbuster, shocked countless people. The Taekwondo club members were stunned, and the auditorium seemed like boiling water had exploded!"
Feng Yanhui, who had the highest expectations before the competition, actually defeated himself!
Everyone originally hoped that there would be a situation where the two sides would go back and forth, fighting with fists and kicks, but it turned out like this.
It’s not that Feng Yanhui is not powerful, but that martial arts man is too strong! He represents our own country, while Feng Yanhui represents foreign boxing skills.
I didn’t expect it to be so one-sided! In this way, wouldn’t it mean that my country’s martial arts is not even a bit inferior to Taekwondo! “Long live Xia Guo’s martial arts!”
The students watching the excitement all supported Ye Fan, and even many members of the Taekwondo club were cheering for Ye Fan.
Those who learn Taekwondo in Xiahui are actually martial arts enthusiasts.
It's just that they didn't have the channels to learn the authentic Xia Kingdom martial arts, so they settled for the next best thing and learned Taekwondo.
If everyone could learn the real Xia Kingdom martial arts, instead of the fake internal force masters in the news, then the vast majority of Xia Kingdom young people would not enter a Taekwondo gym.
On the referee's stand, all the teachers were stunned.
They had already guessed that Feng Yanhui would lose, but they didn't expect that Feng Yanhui would lose so ugly.
The other party didn't take action, and he fell under his own fist.
"That young man brought the essence of Xia Guo's martial arts to 'strengthening with strength' into full play. It's amazing!"
"The Taekwondo that Feng Yanhui learned is already quite impressive, but compared with our Xia Kingdom's martial arts, it's just scratching the surface!"
"This is good, lest those people in the Taekwondo club think that they can walk sideways in the school after joining the Taekwondo club."
"It should be noted that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world, not to mention that we in Xia Kingdom are full of martial arts people.
We were just in the ring today, if it had been outside, I'm afraid Feng Yanhui would have been seriously injured!"
The commentator on the side smiled and said into the microphone: "I don't think Feng Yanhui has performed even one-tenth of his level. What just happened was a complete mistake..." Before he could finish his words, he was hit by a mineral water bottle on the back of his head:
"Who? Who threw me?" Zi Ling'er climbed onto the ring happily, and wanted to take the opportunity to hug Ye Fan several times, but she couldn't hide her face, "You, you really won!"
Ye Fan put his arm around her shoulders and laughed, "I've said it before, I don't even have to take action myself to deal with a guy like him."
Zi Ling'er spat: "You're awesome!"
Ye Fan walked off the stage amidst cheers, and the organizing committee congratulated him with an ugly smile.
Ye Fan said a few more words about giving young people blood and brainwashing, which aroused the excitement among the students around him.
Looking at the Taekwondo side, many people took off their Taekwondo uniforms, as if they were mourning their heirs, as if defeated soldiers walked down the aisle with their heads down.
Aaron made a rough calculation and found out that apart from the dozen or so bets placed on Ye Fan, which would cost four times as much, the remaining over 100 bets were placed on Feng Yanhui. Naturally, he still made a lot of money, so he cheered loudly and happily.
The audience didn't quite buy it. Ye Fan obviously had a lot of luck and no real ability at all. He was applauded and booed at the same time, and the scene was a mess.
Some people even suspect that Aaron deliberately bribed Feng Yanhui to do fake punches in order to make money on bets. Are there many examples of this in the football world? If Feng Yanhui heard this, he would rather vomit blood and die.
The TV crew rushed quickly with big guns. The most current news scene is the first priority, no matter who wins.
The female reporter was so excited that Mike almost stabbed Ye Fan in the mouth. The winner is always more glorious than the loser. At this moment, who is still interested in the half-dead Feng Yanhui? "Mr. Ye, can you tell me what you think?"
You defeated the arrogant Taekwondo general..." "Come on, you guys seemed to be enjoying licking him just now! I'm not interested in talking to you, get out!"
Ye Fan grabbed the microphone, pushed the female reporter away in disgust, and left without looking back.
"Hey, hey, what's your attitude? If you don't say anything, don't say it. Give me the microphone back!"
The female reporter waved and shouted desperately behind her.
The director shouted hurriedly: "Stuck!
It’s not suitable for broadcast, forget it, let’s go interview the live audience.”
"But the microphone..." The female reporter turned her head and saw Ye Fan pinching the microphone into two pieces and throwing it into the corner like garbage. She was stunned.
"Ling'er, brother is in a good mood today, I'll treat you to a big dinner!"
Ye Fan took Zi Ling'er back to the lounge, changed his clothes, and drove straight away from Fudan University.
Zi Ling'er was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at Ye Fan with a strange luster in her eyes.
"Where to eat?"
Zi Linger asked.
"We'll talk about it later."
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Do you still want to go to the Taekwondo club now?"
"forget about it."
Zi Ling'er stuck out her tongue, "You are so weak after learning..." "There is no such thing as weak boxing, only useless martial arts practitioners!"
Ye Fan laughed: "Actually, that Feng Yanhui is not weak, but his attitude is not correct.
Does he really think that he will be a master just because he has learned a little bit?"
"Ye Fan, you are so powerful, why don't you teach me!"
Zi Linger said.
"My brother has so many things to do every day, where can he find this time?"
Ye Fan waved his hand and then said: "Girls, don't always fight and kill.
I think you should find a better part-time job instead of joining a club.
You also said that going to college is mainly for independence and to experience yourself.
I will introduce you to a job. Based on your conditions, it should be no problem. It depends on whether you dare to break through yourself."
"You want to introduce me to a part-time job?"
Zi Ling'er was stunned and shook her head, "No, people will definitely think of your face and arrange something very easy for me. I don't like this."
"Who said that?"
Ye Fan crossed his arms and snorted softly: "I want to make money part-time, but how can I do it if I don't have some skills?
Let me tell you this, my daughter’s mother has opened a beauty live broadcast studio, which mainly sells her company’s cosmetics through live broadcasts. It is quite large now and is recruiting anchors.
Your conditions are very good and you know how to do makeup. Your career as a beauty anchor is quite suitable for you."
“Let’s do a live broadcast!”
Zi Ling'er opened her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.
She was nervous watching the live broadcast, but she felt a little embarrassed when she was asked to do it by herself before the video.
"I asked yesterday, you are applying for a part-time anchor job, just two nights a week.
The basic salary is relatively small, mainly relying on the commission from the live broadcast room."
Ye Fan tilted his head and looked at Zi Ling'er: "With your appearance, you can make millions if you don't sell it in a month. I'm embarrassed to say that I introduced you."
"A few million..." Zi Ling'er rolled her eyes at Ye Fan, "Do you think anchoring is that easy?
I...I'm afraid I can't do it..." "It doesn't matter if I can't do it, just train yourself."
Ye Fan crossed his arms, "You don't care about other people's eyes, do you?
Come on, what age is it now? Anchors are synonymous with wealth. Many people are eager to do it, but they just don’t have the innate conditions.
Therefore, some people settle for the next best thing and can only do other types of products, which are not so easy to make money.
But you have to correct your mentality. Making money is secondary, and the main thing is to train yourself."
Ye Fan said it grandly. Exercise is exercise. If you can't make money, it means you don't exercise enough.
After all, when it comes to things like selling live broadcasts, performance is the only criterion to measure whether an anchor is qualified! Ye Fan kept encouraging and persuaded Zi Ling'er.
She pondered for a while and nodded awkwardly: "Then... let me give it a try?"
"sure!"
Ye Fan laughed and said, "Okay, let's go there first and take a look. I'll treat you to dinner later!"
"What to eat?"
Zi Linger asked excitedly.
The hot pot meal that Ye Fan owed her has not yet been cashed in! She has been thinking about it for a long time.
Of course, what she wants to eat is not a hot pot meal, but a special feeling.
"What to eat?"
Ye Fan held the steering wheel with both hands and said for a long time: "Working meal!"
"you!"
Zi Ling'er was secretly angry.
"You're stupid!"
Ye Fan laughed and said: "It's time to eat hot pot! I will definitely honor what I promised you!"
"This, this is pretty much it."
Zi Ling'er covered her red lips and laughed with satisfaction.