Wang Zhong looked at Li Qing, who was sweating profusely in front of the sandbag not far away, feeling helpless.
Next to him, seven or eight men and women were gathered together, whispering about something, and everyone's eyes glanced at Li Qing from time to time.
"Have you informed the master?"
A man wearing a black vest, with muscular body and slightly white appearance asked in a low voice.
"Notified, the boss said he will be here soon, so we must keep him."
A slender young woman holding a bow and arrow said with excitement: "Old Qi, I just said that my left eyelid kept twitching when I got up early this morning. I didn't expect that something good happened today! Li Qing actually came to our Fashion Boxing
Museum, hey, if that Wang Zhong hadn’t allowed us to take pictures, I would really want to go up now..."
"What are you going up for?" The man in the vest looked at her sideways: "Tangtang, your thoughts are very dangerous!"
"Hey, Lao Qi, what are you talking about with me here? The last time a third-tier actress came over to work out, your mouth was watering just by looking at her expression. Did I say anything to you?
?" Tangtang said with a grin.
Lao Qi's face turned red and he coughed. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the glass door of the boxing gym being pushed open, and a middle-aged man about 1.7 meters tall rushed back.
Seeing this, everyone rushed forward to greet him.
Tangtang said excitedly: "Boss, look, look!"
"Okay, I get it."
The middle-aged man nodded and said, indicating to the disciples what they should do. Then he glanced at Wang Zhong who was standing not far away, then took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang is your fan.
I am also the director of this boxing gym, my name is Liu Jin."
"Hello." Wang Zhong shook hands with the other party politely and said with a smile, "Sorry to trouble you, curator."
"No trouble, no trouble."
Liu Jin excitedly held Wang Zhong's hand and shook it vigorously, "Speaking of which, I watched "I Am a Singer" yesterday, and the song "Flying Butterflies" you sang was really great and very flavorful.
, I like you very much, and my daughter also likes you very much, so I will bother you to sign your name later..."
Wang Zhong was a little flattered. This was the first time he felt what "fans' enthusiasm" was.
Since participating in "I Am a Singer", although his name has been discussed on Weibo and offline media, in reality, he has not experienced the treatment of a star.
After all, his life consists of company, family, and TV station.
Although there are also notices for running away, he is with Cai Li most of the time. People tend to ignore Wang Zhong, a steady man, because of his excitement when they see Cai Li.
Wang Zhong was not good at words, so after chatting with Liu Jin for a while, the two sides gradually became quiet.
At this time, Liu Jin looked at Li Qing who was wearing boxing gloves and hitting the sandbag crazily, and suddenly said: "Brother Wang, I think you need to remind Mr. Li."
"What's wrong?" Wang Zhong asked in confusion.
Liu Jin said solemnly: "Mr. Li's boxing is a bit awkward, and it is easy to hurt yourself. Furthermore, if someone who has no boxing experience exercises like this for the first time, I'm afraid he won't be able to get out of bed the next day. After all,
Sandbags also have backlash.”
Wang Zhong heard this and smiled bitterly: "But..."
"I know what you want to say."
Liu Jin smiled: "Mr. Li has something on his mind. Our boxing gym has also received people like Mr. Li, so we have ways to deal with them."
At this point, Liu Jin turned around and shouted: "Madman, are you ready?"
Lao Qi, who was chatting with Tangtang and others, responded when he heard the words and quickly put on a pair of hand targets.
At the same time, Liu Jin nodded to Wang Dian, and then came to Li Qing: "Mr. Li, we have professional sparring staff here. I think hitting someone is much more refreshing than hitting a sandbag!"
Li Qing did not speak, but continued to hit the sandbags at his own pace. Sweat was pouring down his face, and the T-shirt he was wearing was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.
The concentration of his eyes surprised even Liu Jin, the director of the boxing gym.
It was as if the sandbag was treated as a work of art, and Li Qing's approach was to destroy the work of art unscrupulously.
At this time, Qi Feng put on his protective gear and walked over. Seeing that Li Qing did not pay attention to the curator's question, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Then, he patted the hand targets on his left and right hands heavily, and sighed.
He said in a sullen voice: "Li Qing, what's the point of hitting a sandbag? Sandbags are dead things after all. Come on, hit me. Treat me as the person you hate the most. If you can knock me down, today's sparring fee will be waived."
If you can't... Well, I have a junior sister who is a nymphomaniac, just take a photo with him... By the way, you can't even beat me, right? I'm the weakest apprentice in our Fengshang Boxing Gym."
Qi Feng's words were very effective. Li Qing immediately stopped hitting Qi Feng with the sandbag and stared at Qi Feng panting.
This is a man with a thick back and a strong waist. His height is not much different from his own. His neck is very thick, his veins are exposed, his biceps are abnormally developed, and his lower body is like an elephant's legs. He looks very scary.
But unfortunately, this guy's appearance is very delicate and white. Just looking at this appearance, you would never imagine that he has such well-developed muscles.
Li Qing suddenly smiled: "Okay, I agree."
When Liu Jin heard this, he was so excited that Qi Feng and Li Qing walked into the boxing ring together. He immediately turned around, came to Tangtang, and whispered: "Where's the camera? Let's take pictures!"
"This...Wang Zhong said he wouldn't allow the photo to be taken." Tangtang looked confused.
Liu Jin said speechlessly: "So you won't take pictures? Xiao Tang, are you stupid? Is it okay to take secret pictures?"
"Boss, we need to be more aboveboard in our lives." Tangtang said with a serious face.
Liu Jin held his forehead, bypassed Tangtang, and took out a camera. Now he just wished he couldn't bear to spend money to buy a video recorder. Otherwise, if the news of Li Qing's visit to Fengshang Boxing Gym spread,
That influence...
Just thinking about it, Liu Jinguang felt a surge of adrenaline, and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.
On the other side, after Li Qing and Qi Feng walked onto the stage, Qi Feng quickly squatted down, took off the rag, placed the two hand targets in front of him, and looked at Li Qing with a defensive posture, provocatively
Say: "Come, let me see your power."
Li Qing groaned, and touched Qi Feng's hand target lightly with both hands. The next moment, he hit Qi Feng's hand target as hard as he went crazy.
At this time, Li Qing's moves were completely unorganized and without following the rules, which could be described as a random attack.
Normally, Qi Feng only needs to protect his face, but in front of the crazy Li Qing, he must always be careful not to let Li Qing attack areas other than his target, such as the neck and ears.
, even the abdomen...
Twenty minutes later.
Qi Feng lay down on the ground dizzy.
Li Qing was panting and holding on to the guardrail of the arena, staring crazily at Qi Feng who was about to get up. As soon as Qi Feng got up, he would go up and beat him like he had done several times before!
Liu Jin and others who were watching the battle were all stunned.
What does it mean to beat a master to death with random punches?