No matter how loud the cheers are outside the ring, it can't affect the people on the ring.
It is a tradition in fighting games to say harsh words before a game.
Anyang was no exception. He was bare-chested and looked at Su Miao from head to toe with a pair of small eyes. "I've watched your game and it's really average."
Su Miao curled her lower lip carelessly.
The half mask covered most of her face, only revealing her delicate and beautiful chin.
She said that there is no point in speaking harshly before the game.
Su Miao ignored her, which made Anyang even more impudent. He suddenly approached Su Miao and lowered his voice, "Although your fighting skills are average, your figure is extraordinary."
"Do you want to consider quitting the Yueting Club and follow me?"
Su Miao narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled sarcastically, and said in a sarcastic tone, "I also like your dad. Go home and tell your mom to divorce your dad and ask your dad to follow me."
"I can accept the fact that your father can give birth to animals."
Su Miao did not lower her voice, so many people around the ring heard it.
"You? What are you talking about? You're shameless." An Yang shouted angrily, his face red and swollen.
Su Miao remained motionless and looked at him expressionlessly.
The air seemed to be stagnant.
Even if Su Miao lowered her voice, Xie Zhijue at the edge of the ring could hear it clearly, including the people in the box upstairs.
So when Anyang said those words, Xie Shujue's hand hanging by his side suddenly curled up, his finger bones turned white, and a cruel look appeared on his evil and sinister face.
How dare he covet his sister-in-law, how dare he look at his sister-in-law with such disgusting and disgusting eyes.
In the box upstairs.
Ji Ao held her lips and smiled lightly, holding the tea cup and fiddling with the lid of the tea cup as if unintentionally, "She talks quite humorously."
No one answered.
When no one answered, he took the initiative to talk, "Yilan, do you think she can win?"
"able."
Ji Yilan answered immediately without thinking.
Ji Ao stopped fiddling with the tea lid, turned his head slightly and looked at her, "Do you believe her so much?"
"Because the ancestor said that Miss Su is the person he has been waiting for. Only she can help the Ji family and the ancestor." Ji Yilan answered seriously.
Ji Ao was silent, looking at Ji Yilan's face and thinking.
The ancestor did say that, but he really didn't see how strong this Su Miao was, and he even suspected that Su Miao was not the person the Ji family was looking for at all.
"Have you ever been in contact with her and tried her skills?" Ji Ao looked away and continued to fiddle with the tea lid.
Ji Yilan's face was as usual and she said coldly, "My ancestors didn't let me test Miss Su."
The implication is, no.
She will never do anything that her ancestors did not ask her to do.
Ji Ao helped and sneered, "Our ancestors asked you to get close to Su Miao and gain her trust. You did it?"
What he hates most about Ji Yilan is that she talks about her ancestors, as if she is the spokesperson of her ancestors.
"No." Ji Yilan replied, "But our ancestors said you don't have to rush, you need to do it step by step."
"If you approach her too hastily, it will easily make her suspicious."
Ji Aofu snorted coldly, "If you are not capable, just say you are not capable. Not long after Song Xingyu met her, he managed to live in her house and became good friends with her."
"Why are you here? You need to take it step by step."
Ji Yilan: "..."
How could she and Song Xingyu be the same? She approached with a purpose, while Song Xingyu simply wanted to be friends with Su Miao.
Ji Aofu was still preaching like an elder, and the game downstairs officially began.
The game bell rings.
Both sides took action at the same time.
Anyang stepped forward and rushed forward, his fists coming out as if they were straight punches but also as if his punching path would change at any time, making it difficult for people to tell his true purpose.
In other words, with just one punch, Xie Zhijue snorted secretly.
It seems that he doesn't despise his sister-in-law as much as he said. He talks about her fighting, but in fact he is very afraid of her.
Su Miao showed off her skills, ducked and punched.
Anyang's boxing techniques vary a lot, and each move is inconsistent, making it difficult to judge the move.
It is both a test and his habit of attacking.
Compared with his flexibility and gorgeousness, Su Miao seemed a little dull. Although she did not fall behind, she did not clearly have the upper hand. She rarely even took the initiative to attack.
Only defend but not attack.
The audience in the audience, whose scales were already tilted, instantly switched sides.
Obviously both sides are still in the testing stage, but the audience in the audience is ringing the bell of victory in their hearts.
This is the first time that the name "young woman who has been widowed for four years" appears in this arena. Most of the audience have never heard of this name before.
But An Yang is different. An Yang is an old face and has even won several games in a row.
Huang Daqiang listened to the chattering words in his ears, turned his head and asked Huang Zhongqiang, "What are these foreign devils talking about? Why do I feel that they are not saying good things?"
"Brother, you forgot, I have the same education level as you, and I am also in the third grade of elementary school." Huang Zhongqiang answered honestly.
Huang Daqiang: "..."
It seems so.
Although Huang Zhongqiang didn't understand what they were saying, he could still understand the bets. He pointed at the big screen and said, "Brother, look."
"8:2?"
"Who is 8, who is 2?" Huang Daqiang shouted, "Although our eldest sister is powerful, isn't 8 too exaggerated? Isn't this inappropriate praise?"
Huang Zhongqiang: "Brother, 2 seems to be our eldest sister."
"What???" Huang Daqiang was excited, "That's too much. You actually look down on our eldest sister."
"No, we have to support Big Sister."
Huang Zhongqiang: "How can I support you? Shouting loudly to my eldest sister, come on?"
Huang Daqiang: "Putting all your wealth on my eldest sister is the greatest support."
Huang Zhongqiang: "But the only two hundred yuan we have has been suppressed."
"No, I still have it." He took out fifty yuan from the sole of his shoe, "Look!"
Huang Zhongqiang took two steps back, covered his nose and said, "Brother, how do you hide your private money? And can you not hide the money in the soles of your shoes? People will refuse to accept it."
Suddenly he changed the subject, "But brother, you have already made it this far, I can't be stingy."
He took out a wad of dollar bills from his pocket.
Huang Daqiang: "???"
"Why do you have so much money? Where did it come from?"
Huang Zhongqiang did not speak, but glanced sideways at the big man next to him.
Huang Daqiang understood instantly, "Since we have decided to follow my eldest sister, we can't be sneaky or do bad things like before."
"If we remain the same as before, the eldest sister will definitely dislike us. What if we are not allowed to be her younger brothers? We can't continue kidnapping, right?"
Huang Zhongqiang: "But I just heard him scolding our eldest sister. He said that our eldest sister is a bitch."
Huang Daqiang didn't believe it, "You just said you didn't understand."
Huang Zhongqiang shook his phone and said, "Translation software."
Huang Daqiang: "..."
You boy!
"Who else scolds our eldest sister?"
Huang Zhongqiang: "A lot."
Huang Daqiang chuckled sinisterly, "Second brother, do it."
Huang Zhongqiang: "Okay, brother."
Five minutes later, the Huang Daqiang brothers went to place bets with two thick wads of money.
