MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 450 are you ready?

  Chapter 450 Are you ready?

   "Good job!"

  There are many people in the arena, punching and kicking you, and the people in the audience are constantly applauding.

   Gong Jiuhan's third fighting match, on the third day of the World Championships, before going on stage, she met the player from Brazil.

  He raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, leaned close to her ear, with a careless smile on the corner of his mouth:

   "Little Chaiji, you must win, don't let me down."

  The English accent was full of provocation.

  Su Yu on the side clenched his fists, just wanting to punch this arrogant guy.

   "Want to punch him?"

   There was a person standing beside him, and the other party's low and deep voice came over, making Su Yu's fist loosen, and he turned to look at his boss.

"That must be, I wanted to beat it!" He vomited and snorted, "Isn't this never a chance?"

  In the last World Championships, his weight class was different from that of the Brazilian, so they couldn't fight together.

  Private fighting is not allowed during the competition.

  Otherwise he will let this man be beaten by society in the morning.

"There will be a chance."

   Standing beside him, Jun Gu's jawline was graceful, and the curtains on his eyes moved slightly as he looked ahead. He seemed to tilt his head, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

  Sweeping sideways glances over his shoulders, the boy's eyes were indifferent.

  He raised his hand and patted the hand that fell on his shoulder.

   "I would like to borrow your good words."

  Probably did not expect to get such a straightforward answer from the other party, Joao was taken aback, stood up straight and raised his eyes.

  When he looked at him, he saw that in the young man's dark eyes, there was a wild horse-like recklessness and youthful banditry.

  The meaning in his eyes deepened. He felt that the Chinese opponent he met this time was more interesting than expected.

   When separated by a distance, one could still feel the oppressive aura of the other party, but now that the distance is getting closer, the wild aura rushing towards the face is even more dazzling.

   Before he could say anything, the young man passed him straight to the ring.

  Joao turned around, looked at the man's obviously thin back, and turned his eyes to look at the other end of the playing channel.

  Gong Jiuhan's match was against a player from country M.

  The two sides are equal in weight, but it seems obvious that Gong Jiuhan is weaker, after all, the other party is a nation with a large skeleton.

   At the same time, countless people in the country stayed in front of the screen and watched the game.

  Among the matches of the same period, Gong Jiuhan had the highest number of viewers and clicks in several matches, followed by Su Yu and others.

  The enthusiasm of the teenagers galloping in the international arena can reach the hearts of thousands of people in China even through the screen.

  With the countless hopes they have gathered, they continue to cheer for those teenagers who are fighting for honor for the country.

  After a few days of fermentation, there are no voices of doubt on the Internet, but more voices of people shouting.

   In front of the country, the so-called past is not important.

  In the international arena, at a glance, several arenas are fighting at the same time.

  Contests between various weight classes are one after another, and the whole field is full of bursting hormones.

  Moving his neck, avoiding the attack and pushing away from him, Gong Jiu silently clenched his fists, staring fiercely at the end of the opponent's eyes.

  She tilted her neck, and the hustle and bustle around her suddenly faded away.

  The five fingers shrank suddenly, and when the opponent stepped forward, he jumped up, and an astonishingly fast spinning kick perfectly killed half of the attack of the country M player.

   Immediately afterwards, there was no pause in the back button suppression.

  The tip of the tongue lightly touched the inside of the cheek, and when it swept across the stage, the corners of Gong Jiu's lips seemed to be hooked.

   But there is no sense of gentleness, on the contrary, it is wild.

   "Joao, this person is not easy. If she wins this game, you will face her in the next game. Observe more and don't suffer!"

  In the Brazilian team, the person next to Joao frowned, and when he was talking to him, his eyes were fixed on the windy and cloudy person in the ring, and he was a little more serious.

   "What are you worried about, she is what I'm waiting for," Joao looked at the stage and smiled: "If she doesn't win, then I will be sad."

"You still listen to me, be careful, I really think this Huaxia player is not easy." His teammate patted him on the shoulder, and then turned his head to look at it: "You met the player from country M last year, and it's easy to win." It's not that simple, it's enough to show that he's strong, but he loses points frequently against Huaxia."

   "Look at her after these few games, she doesn't feel tired at all, and she can keep suppressing players from country M. Such a person must not be underestimated."

  Hearing this, Joao also patted his teammates on the shoulder, without any nervous expression on his face: "Don't worry, I won't let the sick man of Huaxia stand on top of my head!"

  The conversation between the two was drowned in the crowd.

  Joao looked at the people on the stage with a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes still showed disdain.

  The person who was able to do well in the ring at the beginning of the game, after a few games, has already struggled in the hands of the seemingly thin boy.

  Grabbing the opponent's attacking wrist, and quickly closing the distance, Gong Jiuhan turned back and bent down into an arc, throwing him out heavily.

  Entangled for two games, in the end the blue team M country was successfully eliminated by the red team Huaxia.

  At the moment of victory, countless people stood up holding the signs in their hands, cheering extremely, except for the young man in the arena with his eyes downcast and his wrist finger cuffs loose, with a dull expression on his face.

  Compared to the appearance of other winners who couldn't restrain their excitement and cheers on the field, the young man's wild but indifferent appearance attracted countless people's attention.

  Seizing this opportunity, the field personnel holding the microphone also handed over the microphone when the camera swept over.

   "Huaxia's Gong Jiuhan didn't seem surprised by this victory at all. Is it because he thought he would win this game from the beginning, so he was so calm?"

   "Tsk, you really deserve to be the one with the microphone, listen to these questions."

  Under the stage, Su Yu shook his head and smacked his lips.

  As a member of the media, when you ask an export question, there are usually two sides to it.

  If a person with low EQ answers a question like this, it may offend another contestant.

   There are still people fighting fiercely in the other arenas,

  The off-court shouts were also louder and louder.

  But the moment the boy raised his eyes, there was still a moment of silence around the ring.

   Those who were close, seemed to be still on the juvenile's eye-catching face, and felt the fierceness rushing towards them, making people think of the scene of the fight above.

  “It is my honor to be able to stand on this and play the game, and winning is the same.”

  Avoiding advantages and avoiding disadvantages, this answer directly avoids the evaluation of the players. It seems to be an answer, but it doesn't say anything.

  The young man was neither humble nor overbearing when he spoke, and the person who asked the question was stunned for a moment, but fortunately, he was also a person who had experienced a big scene, so he quickly realized that when he was about to speak again, he saw the other party raised his hand and spread it away towards him.

  Gong Jiuhan took the microphone under the surprised gaze of the other party.

  She lowered her eyes and turned her head to look at the things in her hands. Jun Gu under the stage seemed to see a light and shallow arc drawn at the corner of her lips, which was a familiar flickering of demons, and extremely arrogant.

   Thinking of something, Jun Gu moved his jaw slightly, and raised his lips.

  The people on the stage had already raised their heads again. When she turned her head to look down the stage, her eyelids slightly lifted, and she slowly put the microphone to her lips.

  The camera followed her gaze, and when it fell, it was found that the target was the Brazilian team.

  Someone felt their heart skip a beat.

   There is no reason to think of the insulting remarks made by the Brazilian player yesterday who almost didn't mention Dao's surname.

  These thoughts floated through his mind. The eyes of the young man who was carelessly pinching the microphone had already caught the eyes of the Brazilian team. His eyelids were loose and lightly raised, and his lips were closed for a long time:

   "The next game, Joao, are you ready?"

  As the indifference and arrogance she vented out of her mouth almost swept over the crowd around the ring, there was a brief moment of silence in this world.

   Provocation.

  An aboveboard provocation.

  Compared to the eloquent and silent humiliation of the Brazilian representative athletes, Gong Jiuhan's so-called questioning by name is more of a fat provocation.

  Jun Gu's bracelet is in front of him, and the corners of his lips are more curved.

   Sure enough.

  The little fox who has revenge must take revenge, and will not let go of any chance to make the other party look ugly.

  At this time, it is most suitable to lay a foundation for the future search.

  For a while, the colors of the faces in the Brazilian team were different.

  Among them, Joao stared closely at the boy on the stage, clasping his hands on the chair with five fingers.

  The interest in his eyes completely turned into murderous aura.

  At first, the media person, who seemed to be not too lively, just wanted to get away at the moment, took the microphone back before Gong Jiuhan could speak again, and quickly fled the ring.

  Under the stage, Su Yu was dumbfounded.

  Looking at the young man on the stage who was so arrogant that his whole body was filled with supercilious contempt, he raised his hand, pinched his face hard, and took a painful breath.

   Exhaled, Su Yu sighed while shaking his head:

   "My darling, I know the coach is crazy, but I never thought that she would be so crazy to the World Championships! Compared to our coach, that Brazilian is nothing!"

  Beside him, Tang Yi also nodded his chin in approval: "I think, at this time, that Brazilian must really want to strangle our coach!"

  Wrestlers can mark their names on the ring, be called by the media, be introduced by the host commentary, or be called by opponents when they greet each other.

  But it must not be such a kind of name being provocatively mentioned in front of countless cameras.

  Especially in international events like the World Championships.

  Also, the other party is still so unceremonious in the afternoon.

   This will represent your name, and it will become a resource for people all over the world to negotiate after dinner.

  Su Yu gave a thumbs up: "High! It's really high!"

  Su Yu also stretched out his hand and made the same movement to keep up: "Tiger! It's a real tiger!"

   I’m back~ The update will be stable starting today, let me give you an overview first, this book should be finished in about a month or so~ This time it won’t be too long~

  (end of this chapter)