In a blink of an eye, the day of the internal competition arrived. Zhang Xiaolong put on a military uniform and followed Shi Qiangjun to the competition venue.
Because it was Yang Wei who proposed the competition, the competition venue was arranged in the gymnasium of an armed police unit in Yanjing. In order not to be said to be looking for an opportunity to retaliate, Yang Wei also invited many brother units, a total of sixteen units and thirty-two units.
Players are divided into two groups of men and women to compete against each other.
The contestants on Tang Zhen's side include Zhang Xiaolong and Tian Jing. This surprised Zhang Xiaolong. After asking carefully, he found out that those above the rank of lieutenant colonel were not allowed to participate.
Shi Qiangjun also sent two of his subordinates over.
In the gymnasium, there are two competition venues on the left and right, for men on the left and women on the right. In addition to the thirty-two players, there are also a large group of spectators outside the venue, plus the heads and cadres of sixteen units, a total of more than a thousand people.
There was a fierce roar, and the gymnasium was packed inside and outside.
As the host, Yang Wei delivered a passionate speech. In order to save time, he only spoke for two minutes. The host's speech was so simple that the fifteen leaders behind him were embarrassed to speak for too long. The one who loved to speak the most also
I only spoke for ten minutes and it ended with a lot of content.
Zhang Xiaolong was sitting in the player's seat, listening to the high-level talks above, and almost fell asleep.
He has one thing, a little bit that he doesn't understand. How can a boxing match, which is a game that promotes violence, be connected with friendship and unity? There are two reasons for beating people in the competition field. One is to win, and the other is to win.
Don't get beaten.
The leader stepped down, the host walked to the front with a microphone, and two more fighters pushed a whiteboard over with a game schedule drawn on it.
The host said loudly: "In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the order of the competition will be determined by drawing lots. First, the sixteen comrades of the men's group, please come to the front."
Fang Ying pushed Zhang Xiaolong: "Go and draw lots."
Zhang Xiaolong then stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked over with high spirits.
The host took out the list and shouted: "Contestant Zhang Xiaolong, please come over and draw lots."
Zhang Xiaolong walked over, reached into the lottery box, and took out a ball with the number one written on it. The host took the ball and said loudly: "Zhang Xiaolong player number one."
There was a round of applause from below, and I don’t know why.
Zhang Xiaolong walked down and heard the host say loudly: "Contestant Fang Hu, please come over and draw lots."
"Oh?" Zhang Xiaolong glanced at his scheduled opponent.
Fang Hu is not tall and looks very ordinary. He is the kind of person who would disappear completely within ten seconds if thrown into a sea of people. But judging from his pace, he is a person who has undergone rigorous training.
Each step is fifty centimeters, and the error will never exceed two centimeters. As long as he walks around a certain place, he can measure the surrounding environment to a tenth of a percent.
Zhang Xiaolong thought to himself: "An interesting opponent. Such a talent cannot be destroyed at once, otherwise the country will train it in vain."
When Fang Hu and Zhang Xiaolong passed by, he nodded and smiled without showing a trace of hostility. Zhang Xiaolong's impression of him was raised to a higher level.
"Fang Hu Contestant No. 3." The host shouted here.
The positions of Zhang Xiaolong and Fang Hu have been decided, and they will meet in the second round.
The drawing of lots continues.
"Contestant No. 7 Ding Yuan."
"Contestant Hu Zhendong No. 16."
"Contestant No. 2 Liu Shibo."
Zhang Xiaolong looked at his first opponent, who also gave him a provocative look. He was a slightly bald young man, obviously only in his twenties. His hair had almost fallen out, and his face was as yellow as a tuberculosis patient.
Ghost, but he has a completely opposite set of muscles.
This kind of person is definitely an expert in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Just by looking at his face, you would never guess that his muscles are so strong.
"Fang Guoli player No. 9."
"Contestant Chen Zhiyu No. 4." Zhang Xiaolong shifted his gaze and glanced at Fang Hu's opponent. He was a slightly chubby young man who was shouting excitedly on the stage.
Zhang Xiaolong did not listen carefully to the numbers of other players. After the men's group drew lots, it was the women's group's turn to draw lots. Tian Jing's number was eleven, and Zhang Xiaolong gave her an encouraging high-five.
The draw is over and the competition officially begins.
Zhang Xiaolong put on a suit of armor. Since it was a friendly competition, the players' armor was very complete. Zhang Xiaolong moved a few times and kicked the side twice. After finding nothing that hindered his movements, he nodded with satisfaction.
Every kick made by Zhang Xiaolong made a "lie" sound, which is the best proof of his strength and speed.
After appropriate activities, Zhang Xiaolong walked to the competition venue. Liu Shibo, who was opposite him, showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. He looked at Zhang Xiaolong's legs.
The two sides got into a stance and the referee shouted: "Start!"
Liu Shibo roared, stepped forward and punched Zhang Xiaolong. After Zhang Xiaolong dodged it, he suddenly lowered his body and attacked Zhang Xiaolong's small plate.
"Not bad! You have some brains." Zhang Xiaolong praised.
Liu Shibo saw Zhang Xiaolong's kicks and thought that Zhang Xiaolong's strengths lay in his legs. He was eager to close the distance and attacked Zhang Xiaolong's lower body, preventing Zhang Xiaolong from having a chance to attack and making a quick decision.
Hearing Zhang Xiaolong's praise, Liu Shibo said to himself: "Keep pretending."
Zhang Xiaolong suddenly stopped hiding and instead stepped forward, lowering his stance to block Liu Shibo's incomplete kick, and then hit Liu Shibo on the shoulder with a front fist.
Liu Shibo felt as if his shoulder had been hit halfway by a bull. He couldn't steady his steps and backed away.
Zhang Xiaolong followed the trend with a long kick. When the kick started, he felt a little regretful. Liu Shibo, who had not yet regained his footing, was kicked out of the field by this kick.
Zhang Xiaolong stuck out his tongue and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold my legs."
They are all our own people, and they seem to feel a little bit resentful when they are kicked down like this.
However, looking around, Zhang Xiaolong's worries were somewhat unnecessary. In the internal competition, everyone wore thicker armor, so Zhang Xiaolong's kick did not cause much damage.
The referee shouted: "Contestant No. 2 fell out of the field, Contestant No. 1 Zhang Xiaolong wins."
There was applause from all around. Zhang Xiaolong walked up to Liu Shibo and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Liu Shibo smiled: "It's okay, Brother Zhang, you are really awesome."
"You're pretty good too."
Yang Wei's eyelids twitched on the sidelines. According to Zhang Xiaolong's performance, Fang Hu was still a little worried.
Shi Qiangjun laughed loudly and said, "Did you see that? This is my nephew, dear."
Yang Wei rolled his eyelids and thought to himself: "If you don't tell, others will know." He glanced at Zhang Xiaolong again, thinking about his grandson, and sighed in his heart: "God is unfair! Why don't you give me a good grandson?"
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The game continues, the second group is played by Fang Hu, and his opponent is Chen Zhiyu.
The two sides stood still, and Chen Zhiyu shouted twice like Bruce Lee. Thirty seconds later, Chen Zhiyu was thrown out of the competition venue by Fang Hu. Zhang Xiaolong's eyes lit up with Fang Hu's grappling hand.
Zhang Xiaolong asked the room shadow next to him: "As a junior brother, you have a good grasping hand."
Fang Ying said: "He is an armed policeman who specializes in arresting people. Of course it is good to capture him."
"It turns out it's a professional requirement!" Zhang Xiaolong showed his original expression.
Fang Ying whispered: "Be careful next time you play. If you lose, it will not only be embarrassing for you, but also for our elite special forces."
"Okay! It's done easily."
Zhang Xiaolong was calm and didn't take Fang Hu seriously at all.
The game continued. Zhang Xiaolong didn't watch the next few games, so he dragged Fang Ying to watch the women's competition. Fang Ying was grabbed by the hand and flicked a few times, but couldn't get away, so he had to let Zhang Xiaolong pull him.
At this time, in the corner of the gymnasium, the Fourth Young Master from Beijing, who had been beaten violently by Zhang Xiaolong, was looking at Zhang Xiaolong fiercely.
Cao De said angrily: "Yang Guangcheng, what do you mean by your grandpa! Is this looking for a place, or is it an opportunity for others to show their face!"
If Zhang Xiaolong can win the championship, this plan of finding a place will be completely finished.
Yang Guangcheng was also holding his breath and angry, and said in a low voice: "What can I do? We can't defeat them. Those people were injured last time. My grandfather asked me to pay for their medical expenses and deducted all three months of pocket money."
Cao De said coldly: "If your grandpa doesn't help, we will think of other ways. We are not afraid that we will not kill him."
Among the four young masters, Li Libo was calm. He reminded from the side: "Zhang Xiaolong is Shi Qiangjun's nephew, and his military rank is higher than ours. If you want to take action, you can't do it in Yanjing. Don't mess around now!"
Cao De snorted coldly, obviously unconvinced.
Yang Guangcheng said sarcastically: "If my grandfather hadn't been watching, I would have found someone to shoot him."
After the three of them had expressed their opinions, Yang Guangcheng suddenly saw a troubled expression on Yang Zhen's face. Yang Guangcheng asked: "Yang Zhen, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Zhen asked: "Is it true that we can't do anything in Yanjing?"
Li Libo nodded and said: "Although I am not willing to do so, I cannot do anything in Yanjing."
Yang Zhen said: "But I have already found someone, and now I have probably smashed the Beijing office in City A."
"Fuck!" Li Libo cursed and said with emotion: "You are the most ruthless among the four of us."
The four of them looked in the direction of Zhang Xiaolong. Zhang Xiaolong was answering the phone, but he showed an angry expression. They could vaguely hear Zhang Xiaolong asking: "What did you say? Our office in Beijing was smashed?"
Zhang Xiaolong's voice became louder, and almost everyone looked over.
"Check it out for me, no matter who it is, I..." Zhang Xiaolong looked around and saw that there were too many law enforcement officers here. He softened his tone and said, "Check it out."