Ye Chong paused, listened to the movement around him, and then continued walking down.
After getting closer, I realized that the gray light was shining on a long table.
There were some plastic-wrapped items on it that looked like gloves or socks.
"wrong."
"Is this... a mask?"
Ye Chong soon discovered that there was a sign under the gray light with a few words written on it:
Free masks, use as you wish.
"hehe."
"interesting."
Ye Chong unceremoniously picked up a mask, tore off the packaging and put it on his head. His entire head was covered in it except for his eyes.
"It's loose and comfortable, and your breathing won't be affected. It should be made of ice silk," Ye Chong smiled secretly and stuffed the disposable mask into his trouser pocket, "It's just...
A masked martial arts club is so complicated, why does it make people feel more and more sneaky?
All right.
Now that the organizing committee of the Martial Arts Conference has agreed to hold the Masked Martial Arts Conference, does it really need to be so confidential?!"
Ye Chong continued walking down, and after turning a corner again, his eyes suddenly became much brighter.
The first thing that caught your eye was a long table in front of you, with some free masks also placed on it.
"Haha, the organizers of the Masked Martial Arts Conference are really caring and are so cautious. It seems that neither the organizers of the Martial Arts Conference nor the "Martial Artist Law" can find anything wrong with them.
Already."
Ye Chong walked down the steps and followed the light and walked forward for more than ten meters. He saw a large iron gate appearing in front of him, with a big man standing on each side of the gate.
What's interesting is that both of them are wearing masks, so it's hard to tell what they look like.
"Sir, are you here to participate in the Masked Martial Arts Association?" The big man on the left has a low voice, which sounds a little hoarse. I don't know if he smokes too much.
"Yes," Ye Chong nodded, "I saw the push message online."
"Welcome to the meeting, sir," the big man on the left pointed to the side, "Please go through the admission procedures."
"Admission procedures?" Ye Chong was slightly startled, "Do I still need admission procedures?"
"I'm sorry, sir," the big man on the right said with a smile, "If you want to participate in the Masked Martial Arts Association, you need to pay an admission fee of 10,000 yuan."
"Oh?" Ye Chong smiled slightly, "So this is what you are talking about about the admission procedures?"
"Yes, sir, these are the rules for admission," the big man on the left said, "Both cash and cards are acceptable. If sir, you don't have one with you, you can go to the self-service bank terminal in the Central Garden to withdraw it."
"Haha, I wonder how many people are inside?" Ye Chong smiled slightly, "Why can't you hear any movement?"
"There are a little more than 300 people now," the big man on the right pointed to the door, "Haha, the underground square is a nuclear defense project, and the sound insulation is good, so no sound can be heard from outside."
"Okay," Ye Chong nodded, then reached out and took out the bearer black card, "I'll go through the admission procedures."
Ye Chong was a little worried at first, fearing that he would be deceived or something, but then he thought again and realized that this idea was simply untenable.
If nothing else, the fact that the Masked Martial Arts Association can push messages on the campus network shows that the backend of the campus network is aware of this matter.
In other words, the Masked Martial Arts Association has been verified and approved, otherwise, it would be impossible to push it online.
Therefore, since everything is true and we follow the instructions in the push message to complete the admission procedures, it cannot be false.
If it is fake, then the school security office of Yangwu Academy will definitely come to shut down the Masked Martial Arts Association. But if it has not come now, it means it is true.
Since it is true, why worry about it? Just go through the procedures quickly.
"Paradox." When Ye Chong was going through the formalities, he couldn't help but feel happy secretly, and muttered in his heart, "My way of thinking is nothing like the Fermi Paradox."
Click!
The door opens.
The light inside the door suddenly more than doubled.
Ye Chong squinted and saw a corridor more than ten meters long, with three big men wearing masks standing on each side.
"Sir please!"
A total of six big men on the left and right sides bowed and said in unison.
Click!
The door slowly closed behind him.
After passing through the corridor, another door quietly opened.
Whoosh!
The lights are brilliant.
Magnificent.
The sounds of fists and kicks were heard one after another.
There was a chorus of shouts and cheers.
Ye Chong was stunned for a moment.
The contrast between inside and outside is too great.
It was as if the ten-meter-long corridor connected two different worlds.
One light and one dark.
One is noisy and the other is quiet.
One is hot and the other is cold.
"Is this the Masked Fighting Club?"
Ye Chong raised the corner of his mouth and walked inside.
As far as the eye can see, the entire hall is tens of thousands of square meters in size, with a total of ten golden one-click arenas distributed.
The middle arena is the center of the circle, and the other nine arenas surround it, forming a circle.
On one side of the hall, there is a long table with drinks and food on it.
Not far from the dining area, there are large sofas and dining tables, where many people are eating, drinking or resting.
Ye Chong couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
"No wonder the masked martial arts festival starts at 18:00. It turns out that there is even food and drink here, and there are games to watch. It's really better than staying in a room eating and drinking alone."
Ye Chong looked around again and saw that there were about three to four hundred people in the entire hall.
Except for a few people eating, drinking and resting near the dining area, most other people were concentrated in the competition area.
At this moment, only the middle ring was empty. There were battles going on in the other nine rings, and these rings were also surrounded by people, and shouts and applause could be heard from time to time.
Ye Chong smiled slightly, walked slowly to the wine table, picked up a can of beer, put it on the table with a smile, then touched the red wine bottle, but quickly shook his head, and then picked up a bottle
Coke, walked towards the competition area.
It's obviously inconvenient to eat or drink while wearing a mask, and you have to pull it up a little, which is more troublesome.
Relatively speaking, drinking bottled drinks is easier, but in fact, he doesn't have to drink Coke when he is holding it, but he always feels that holding something in his hand will make him feel more at ease.
At this moment, there were two people wearing masks fighting on each of the nine stages. It was impossible to tell who was coming. The clothes were all similar, including Ye Chong's, all wearing uniforms with single-color training uniforms.
Ye Chong stood aside quietly. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but nodded secretly, and his expression became increasingly grim.
Especially when he saw an obviously fat woman knocking her opponent out of the ring with a slap, his face became much more serious.
"I didn't expect that for 10,000 yuan, I could stay at the Masked Martial Arts Club for one night and watch the showdown between masters. This is really a good expense."