"So..." Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head: "I'm kind, don't be anxious, so I suggest that when I can't hold on, Zhai Fei's best lie on the ground and get up, otherwise... Mao Chong received a very cruel order."

"Is one leg?" Zhao Yu said coldly.

"Oh, I heard that, haha, this guy really likes to be arrogant everywhere." Lu Xiaofeng explained: "But to be honest, I don't mean to look down on you at all. On the contrary, I still admire you a little if you can provoke a fight like this. I don't want to see things go big, so... I hope to turn war into jade."

"I hope to calm down from the beginning." Zhao Yu said: "You are the ones who take the initiative to find fault, you are the ones who are aggressive, and you are the ones who are humiliating us. Now you are the ones who want us to stop. What are you who are you who are our National Museum?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "It seems that he was in anger. OK, I wish you all the best."

At this time, someone urged the contestants to come on stage.

Zhao Yu turned around and saw a light flashing in Zhai Fei's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yu asked.

"What you said just now is so passionate, I'm already boiling." Zhai Fei said excitedly.

"I'm so excited. Calm down, fight hard, and I will never finish if I lose."

"Unless I die!" Zhai Fei's eyes were sharp. He threw down this sentence, turned around and climbed onto the ring with a wheel.

All the students started to make excitement.

"Oh! Oh! Go down! The National Museum is over long ago! Hahahaha..."

"Oh! Oh! Don't go, let Mao kick your ass!"

"Oh! Oh! Fall in the first round! You must fall in the first round!"

The two of them stood in the middle of the ring, and Mao Chong grinned at Zhai Fei: "Little kid, you are in good health and can still stand. But today is different. I promise that after today, you will never stand up again."

Zhai Fei looked at Mao Chong: "I'm different. I will make you unable to get through today."

Mao Chong was stunned and then smiled: "The mouth is quite powerful. To be honest, fortunately, it's better to be compared to the ring. If anyone's mouth is hard, I will really lose to you."

Zhai Fei stretched out a fist: "I am no longer the same as I was a week ago. It is not that easy to defeat me."

Mao Chong curled his lips: "So I only admire your lip skills."

A referee came over and said, "Prepare to start!"

The crowds of people in the field gradually became quiet, and everyone stopped talking and noisy, and looked at the field quietly.

Zhao Yu felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. The game venue that suddenly calmed down seemed a bit weird and uneasy.

Zhao Yu took a look and sat on the platform opposite. Park Zaiyin was on the left and right sides, Lu Xiaofeng and Mr. Shen. On the other platform, Dong Chengcheng was sitting next to him. Gao Fei, Li Meiqi and Yao Xiaojing were sitting.

Zhao Yu no longer went to see them, but looked at the stage intently.

With a whistle, the game officially began.

Mao Chong had been impatient for a long time, and rushed over in a few steps, and suddenly stopped the moment he raised his fist.

He saw that Mao Chong ignored him and turned his back to himself leisurely.

Mao Chong was a little stunned. What does this kid mean? He actually turned his back to his opponent!?

Everyone on the field was stunned, causing an uproar.

"How do you turn your back to your opponent!?"

"What the hell is this kid thinking!?"

"Damn, what's going on? He seems to be quite leisurely, waiting for the opponent to attack."

Scene Memories:

In the early morning, in the courtyard, dewdrops dripped along the leaves of flowers and plants.

Zhao Yu approached Zhai Fei: "Zhai Fei, to win a relatively powerful opponent, you cannot rely solely on brute force, but also know tactics and tactics, and understand the opponent's psychology!"

"Psychological!" Zhai Fei was puzzled.

"That's right!" Zhao Yu said seriously: "I've been fighting potatoes and feathers with you these days to paralyze them and make them wonder what you are doing. Cooperate with this tactical idea, you turn around immediately in the first round and turn your back to him. He must have doubts about what killer moves you have prepared and dare not act rashly! One round of action will fade away, and three times will be exhausted. As long as he loses the attack in the first round, you will have the lead!"

Back to the present.

Zhai Fei turned his back to Mao Chong and showed a proud smile: Sure enough, the master is the master. Such profound psychological warfare is something I have never contacted before. As long as I turned my back to him, he would not be able to see my reality and dare not... Oh, let me go!

Everyone clearly saw that Mao turned around and kicked Zhai Fei directly on the back. Zhai Fei rushed out and hit the block with a bang.

Zhao Yu, who was clenching his fists for Zhai Fei and exerted force in the audience, his expression instantly frozen: "My second? Why is it different from what I think?"

"Ha ha ha ha……."

Everyone in the audience laughed.

Park Zaiyin smiled at the corner of her mouth: "I thought they were here to die. So they were so funny. Have you watched too many movies? These two stupid guys."

Lu Xiaofeng was also confused: "Damn, these two guys were quite murderous just now, why did they become funny in an instant?"

Mr. Shen was almost laughing: "Hahahaha... this second stroke will make me laugh to death, hahaha... I thought he had any moves, just to face his back to his opponent, waiting for love to kick, hahaha... I was laughing to death..."

Li Meiqi's nostrils spurted out of her nostrils: "What is this guy Zhao Yu doing?"

Dong Chengcheng wiped off the sweat beads from his forehead: "Think about it now, it might be a good thing that Zhao Yu doesn't come to the Judo Hall?"

Zhai Fei lay on the ground: "Master, it's different from what you said."

"Of course, I'm a wrong demonstration. Go back quickly and try it as I taught you!"

"Oh." Zhai Fei got up, shouted loudly, and rushed over: "Ah——!"

Bang!

Mao kicked a handsome roundabout kick, and the soles of his feet passed through Zhai Fei's fist, kicking Zhai Fei in the face, and Zhai Fei flew backwards.

Zhai Fei's body hit the guardrail net again and fell heavily to the ground, motionless. Everyone sighed in disappointment.

"Damn! What's going on? Even if you know he can't win, you won't be that way, right? I want to see them play a few more moves, and you'll lie down in one move?"

"The National Museum of War, bragging is more than six more, and you can tell that it's funny here, it's really disgusting."

"Hey, go home and have a breastfeed!"

The referee rolled his eyes and shook his head, walked lazily to Zhai Fei, squatted down and started counting: "One, two, three, four..."

When counting to eight, Zhai Fei shook his head, supported the ground with both hands, and slowly got up.
Chapter completed!