Chapter 586: Fighting in the gym is not a street fight
"Phone, Please, Thank you."
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Take action decisively and hit the target with one blow. Give it a little shock and then hit it to the end. It is quite a standard Eastern martial artist's philosophy of life.
Needless to say, compared to the past few years where he played everywhere and even after the game, he would give direct comments to his heart as if no one else was watching. Today's Ren Buping has really grown a lot.
I don’t know whether it’s due to the cultural differences between the East and the West, or simply Ren Buping’s own fault. His appearance is too confusing. Even though he is dressed in the hip-hop style of a bad boy, he is still just a boy after all.
Not to mention, hip-hop originally originated in South America. His look in today's world is no longer a question of whether or not to offend, but a question of whether to follow suit...
Fortunately, the impact is not big. Although it is a small situation, the overall situation is still under control.
A few minutes later, Ren Buping dragged his suitcase out of the alley and onto the street outside. He turned his head left and right and walked towards the direction with the densest concentration of high-rise buildings within his field of vision.
The journey is not peaceful, mainly because Eastern faces are rare here. Therefore, no matter where you go, there are always all kinds of unscrupulous looking eyes. Maybe this kind of gaze does not always contain malice, but being among them does give people a feeling of walking through
The feeling of primitive jungle, like the light on the back.
Of course, Ren Buping doesn't care about this. In fact, if he had a choice, he might be more accustomed to the primitive jungle than the steel jungle.
In addition, it may be because of the clear sky and daytime, or there may be a rule similar to that of rabbits not eating grass near their nests. Ren Buping just walked out without any trouble. It took about a quarter of an hour's walk to get out of this area with worrying sanitary conditions.
The community left and came to a place similar to a commercial plaza.
The specific location was still unclear, after all, he couldn't even read the street signs. After pondering for a while, he decided to continue walking forward.
October is the season of spring in the southern hemisphere, and the weather is pleasant. The streets of the square are crowded with pedestrians, moving like ants, making it look like a big market.
Most of them are local citizens, and there are also some like Ren Buping. Although they did not drag their suitcases, they can tell from the look of their skin color and dress that they are foreign tourists. The latter are also the target group of the people who distribute flyers at nearby businesses. They squeeze in all the way, no matter what the need.
No need, either actively or passively, you have to have a few colorful advertising leaflets in your hand.
"Brother, are you interested in island country kendo... Don't leave, let's get to know each other. Wait, are you Chinese? Lao Xiang (fellow countryman)?"
Next to the fountain with the statue of Our Lady in the center of the square, Ren Buping, who was still entangled even though he kept waving his hands, stopped and looked at the overly enthusiastic foreign guy with an afro in front of him.
"Ha, what a coincidence, I am also Chinese, my name is Danny. Well, to be precise, my mother is Chinese, so I am half Chinese. What do you call me, brother? Are you here... to study abroad?"
Glancing at the suitcase, the foreign boy named Danny guessed this.
Ren Buping shook his head and did not answer. What did the other party see? "You don't know Portuguese? What about English... Hey, man, aren't you in some trouble? It doesn't matter. I'm very good at Chinese. Tell me.
Look, let me see if I can help you."
After a pause, he grinned and said, "Of course, as revenge, you have to do me a little favor, how about that?"
Although he didn't quite understand where the other party's confidence came from, Ren Buping, who barely understood, thought about it and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Ha, it's very simple, I promise! Just go into the kendo hall and walk around and help me get a head."
"..." Ren Buping reacted immediately and frowned, "You mean, you want me to help you complete your performance...get people?"
"Yes, yes, just take the head!"
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Although the exchange was rather scary, the two finally reached a cooperation. Ren Buping paid the other party's head, and in return, the other party recommended a reliable taxi driver to Ren Buping and took him to a hotel in the city center.
The kendo gym Danny mentioned is not far away, just next to the square. It is a large courtyard building with cornices and brackets. At first glance, it looks like a traditional Chinese style, but upon closer inspection, there are obvious differences. It is a typical
Japanese style architecture.
Followed into the lobby, "This way, this way, that's the karate gym... you wait here for a while, I'll go to the front desk to store your suitcase first, so as not to let the idiot manager see the flaw when you go in later."
Since he agreed to cooperate, there was no reason to change his mind midway. Ren Buping cooperated and handed over the suitcase. Then he walked to the side of the gate and took a rough look at the interior of the gymnasium.
I didn’t expect to see anything, I just wanted to see something new. Boxing gyms, martial arts arenas, fight clubs, etc. Ren Buping traveled all over the country, so he was certainly familiar with it. He also visited karate gyms. The overall style was mostly modern and commercial, basically
Very similar, nothing much to say.
However, this comprehensive island martial arts gym seems to have put a lot of effort into decorating it. It includes bells on the eaves, screens in the lobby, floors paved with raw wood, etc. As far as the eye can see, it has a strong Japanese style. Commonly known as, it smells like that!
Just as he was looking at himself, a commotion came from behind, and more than a dozen young Asians wearing pure white karate uniforms poured in, everyone looking happy. In addition, there were several locals who looked like media reporters, holding microphones.
, shoulder-mounted camera, and all the guys.
A group of people stood at the gate and started interviewing.
The interviewee is a young Asian man who is surrounded by his companions in the center. He should be an islander, or at least of island descent.
He was tall and strong, with slight bruises at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he had just finished having sex with someone, and his emotions were obviously not completely calmed down yet. Coupled with the blessing of the microphone and camera in front of him, his expression became more and more excited, and he kept talking about something,
From time to time, he would point to the gym sign above his head and pump his fists, drawing cheers from those around him.
It was a bit noisy, but it obviously had nothing to do with Ren Buping. After glancing at it, he consciously looked away. But after a moment, he couldn't help but turn his head away.
Both sides of the interview were speaking in Portuguese, so Ren Buping naturally couldn't understand it, but he could still understand a few specific harsh words. For example, China, Kungfu... his brows gradually furrowed.
At this time, Danny came over and said, "Okay, come with me, everything has been arranged. Don't say anything when you go in. Okay, you won't understand if you do. Anyway, leave everything to me..."
"Wait a minute." Ren Buping interrupted, gesturing in the direction of the crowd, "What are they talking about?"
"Ah? Oh." Danny looked suddenly confused, as if he knew about this, and struggled to organize his words, "They, karate, fought outside and won. Now they come back to promote, do you understand the promotion?"
Ren Buping nodded and asked: "Are they fighting at the Huaxia Boxing Gym?"
"I don't know, that's probably not the case. I heard that the one who fought was called Hong Fist... Is Hong Fist from China?"
"It's not Hong Fist, it's Hong Fist."
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us anyway... Hey? Where are you going? The kendo gym is over here."
After calling repeatedly, Ren Buping walked through the crowd of onlookers as if he hadn't heard anything. When he passed by the cameraman, he raised his hand and clicked the camera. He didn't care about the latter's reaction, and walked straight into the venue and stood still.
His eyes found the Asian young man opposite who was being interviewed. He nodded politely and clasped his fists, and then said in a very natural and familiar manner: "Excuse me, I'm here to play."
"..."
As if pressing the pause button, the lively scene suddenly fell silent.
The female reporter who was doing the interview noticed something was wrong at work, and turned her head inexplicably, then back again, with a question mark on her face.
Ren Buping also realized something, thought about it, put down the fist-cup salute, and stretched out one hand with the palm facing up, and hooked his fingers inward... Now you can understand it, right?
Facts have proven that no matter what skin color, race, or cultural background, there are always some common body languages.
"Baga!" An Asian young man who reacted the fastest was furious. He immediately jumped out of the crowd and rushed to Ren Buping. He raised his hand to push the troublemaker away.
But as soon as his arm was stretched out, it was pushed away, and then he couldn't help but fall towards the wooden floor behind him. Fortunately, his reaction was really good, and he subconsciously took a few big steps forward to stabilize his stagger.
Keep your body in good shape and avoid making a fool of yourself in public.
In the eyes of the onlookers on the side, it looked more like the Asian young man failed to stop himself, rushed too hard, and pushed too crookedly. It was as if he had drunk fake wine, and his performance was somewhat funny.
In fact, let alone others, the person involved himself didn’t understand what was going on. So he just stood there for a moment, looking at Ren Buping’s back a few steps away. Without thinking, he repeated his old trick and rushed over in a few steps.
Reach out and push.
boom--
The scene reappeared, but the difference was that this time it really didn't stop, it rushed directly to the floor, and even slid forward for a distance with inertia.
"Ah ah ah -" Although he was not hurt, perhaps because of this, the Asian young man couldn't hold himself any longer. He rolled over and slammed into him with red eyes like a mad cow.
So in the next short minute, the banging sound of the face hitting the floor came one after another, and it was endless. The specific pitch and intensity basically depended on whether the Asian young man rushed hard or not...
This almost magical scene made everyone present dumbfounded. If once or twice was an accident, then three, four or more times obviously was not.
The hip-hop boy who stood in the center of the field and barely moved his position seemed to be covered with a mysterious aura. He moved his hands and feet, played with them at will, and manipulated the string puppets, playing with his opponents in the midst of applause.
But the reality is that Ren Buping is helpless.
He really didn't mean to tease the opponent. Kick-offs are not street fights, there are corresponding procedures. But the opponent has not even started a fist fight until now, but just keeps pushing and pushing in a daze. This is obviously not a hand-to-hand sparring, so naturally he also
It's not easy to start quickly.
I feel like I'm stuck here.
Fortunately, at this moment, "Stop!" shouted, several students who finally came to their senses after belatedly stepped forward and dragged the Asian young man with a bruised nose and swollen face back, and this farce was finally over.
It's over.
The person who spoke was the protagonist who had just been interviewed. He stepped into the venue with a solemn expression. His eyes were fixed on Ren Buping, who had a plain face as if nothing had happened just now. He took a slight breath and said in a deep voice in Chinese word for word:
"I'll fight you!"
"I don't have that much time." He shook his head and glanced at the dozen or so angry-faced karate students behind him. Ren Buping thought for a moment and made a suggestion in a sincere tone, "Why don't you all come together?"