This oriental warrior from China is old and strong, possessing rich boxing and fighting skills. He has won every game since then. Today he finally has the honor to compete with the peak boxing champion. Who will win the rookie PK boxing champion?
Negative, let us wait and see! Now, please use the warmest applause to invite our invincible warrior..."
Chang Mian's hands and feet tensed up. When he saw his father stepping onto the ring from a distance, his blood suddenly surged to the highest level.
I saw my father again, the man deep in my memory.
His face was no longer stained with blood that day, clean and capable, but it was really very different in temperament from the person he remembered.
I feel really bad.
If the phone call that followed hadn't distracted him, he would have been afraid that he wouldn't be able to control a bullet and send it directly to the host who was stirring up the atmosphere.
Chang Chang's soft and delicate voice came from the other end of the phone, and she was simply his savior.
Her voice, like a warm current, lived in his heart, trying to drive away the burning flames all over him.
At this moment, I have to say that he was grateful to her and grateful that her call came in such a timely manner.
"Chang Mian, what are you doing?...Well, it's so noisy over there."
"Working." Chang Mian restrained his emotions and simply used two words to describe it.
He didn't seem to have much emotion, but in fact all the emotions and gratitude were buried deep in his heart.
Chang Chang muttered dissatisfiedly, "Are you so busy during the New Year? I call you every day, but you don't even send me a text message... Are you watching TV?"
Otherwise, why would it be so noisy...
"Did you notice? I was watching the game." He sat with his legs crossed, took out a lighter, and wanted to light a cigarette. His brows showed fatigue: "Shang Shang, sing a song for me."
Only her constant talking could keep him rational.
Looking back at himself, he didn't want to speak.
"Watching the game and you want to listen to me singing?" Chang Shang sneered there, but asked indifferently: "What song do you want to listen to?"
After pondering for a while, Chang Mian spoke calmly, his lips tightened, but Chang Shang could not be seen on the other end of the phone.
"A song that can make people relax a little bit."
"Okay, let me think about it."
On the other end of the phone, Chang Shang held her chin and thought for a moment, curved her lips and smiled, then coughed twice to clear her throat: "Shall I sing "Nuan Nuan" by Liang Jingru?"
"Okay, you can sing a few more songs. I can hear you. I'll hang up now."
"Ah? You didn't even chat for a while and then you hung up?"
He lightly rubbed his eyebrows: "Something's wrong."
"Okay, I'll sing to you."
Chang Shang was very considerate and hung up the phone knowingly, humming a song leisurely by herself.
In stark contrast to her clear voice, Chang Mian turned off his own listening device so that he could hear Chang Shang's voice, but Chang Shang could not hear his. However, he had never taught Chang Shang how to turn it off.
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"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
In the auditorium, some excited spectators could not restrain themselves from standing up and roaring. In the other wireless headset, his subordinates were on standby, waiting for his instructions.
After a full ten minutes, Z in the distance exchanged a look with him.
On the field, the boxing champion hit Wudi in a circle. Chang Mian couldn't help but stood up suddenly. I heard that this boxing champion had a pair of iron fists. Wudi received a solid punch, but in the next second he kicked and stepped on him hard.
He crushed the boxing champion's ankle with force, and when Invincible was knocked out, the boxing champion also howled in pain.