Chapter Eight Hundred and Twelfth Forceful
"Hey, contestants, hurry up, get on the stage! We're all waiting for you..." At this moment, another staff member rushing to the stage ran over and shouted at Zhao Yu.
"Get out!" Unexpectedly, Miao Ying rushed over and kicked this person away in a rage.
"Hey?" Zhao Yu quickly got up and pulled, and said, "Alright Yingying, this time, I decided not to run away! I want to impress my uncle and aunt with my sincerity!"
"Zhao Yu! You bastard!" Miao Ying finally got angry and wanted to yell at Zhao Yu by the collar, but Zhao Yu was shirtless, so she pinched Zhao Yu's ear and asked loudly, " So, you really beat my dad!?"
Zhao Yu grinned in pain and could only nod.
"Then..." Miao Ying put more effort into her hands, "My father lifted you up so high before, in order to throw you badly? To make you make a fool of yourself? To force you away?"
"Woooooo..." Zhao Yu continued to nod.
"Then..." Miao Ying tried again, "My father arranged the match between you and Sangrove on purpose?"
"Hmm..." Zhao Yu was in so much pain that he was about to cry.
"How could this happen!?" Miao Ying finally let go of her hand, and cursed loudly, "Grandma is a bear, why did I catch up with such a weird thing?"
"Hmm...you..." Zhao Yu felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that Miao Ying took his spoken words away.
"No!" Miao Ying grabbed Zhao Yu's arm and said, "If he arranged it on purpose, then you are in danger! Not only will Sangrove not release water, but he might come to you for real, then You will be miserable!"
"I know!" Zhao Yu nodded, "But, only in this way can the resentment in the father-in-law's heart be resolved, and let them respect me as a future son-in-law! Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, Yingying, I'm leaving!"
After saying that, Zhao Yu turned around and wanted to leave.
"No!" Miao Ying stretched out her hand to grab it, but Zhao Yu was bare-armed and had nowhere to start. In desperation, she grabbed Zhao Yu's competition shorts and pulled them up. "Zhao Yu, I'm going to find my dad right now." , Tell him to cancel the match quickly! You are not a fool, you know what will happen when you compete with Sangrove..."
"Miao Ying!" Who knows, Zhao Yu shouted angrily, and said, "Listen to me! Today's battle is my only chance to clear my name! All of this is my own choice, Zhao Yu! You know my character, although I am not a gentleman, I am brave and never run away. If you ask your dad to cancel the competition today, I, Zhao Yu, will never let it go!"
"Zhao Yu... you... why are you bothering?" Miao Ying said, "If there is any misunderstanding, we can sit down and talk about it. We are a family, so let's talk about it! Why do you have to do it in this way?" What about the solution?"
"You are wrong!" Zhao Yu said with awe, "This is the best solution between us men! Whether I win, lose or be killed, I will let your father know, I... oh... I, I am a strong man, not the stinky hooligan he keeps talking about!"
"Zhao Yu, we finally met, you can't..." Miao Ying was at a loss for what to do, but she knew Zhao Yu's nature. If she forcibly terminated the match, it would be the biggest blow to Zhao Yu.
"Okay! I've made up my mind, you don't need to say any more!" Zhao Yu said decisively,
"Miaoying, remember, it's because we've been together so hard, I don't allow anyone to separate us! I want to use my life to protect my love! Believe me, I can do it! "
"You! You..." Miao Ying burst into tears, just pulling Zhao Yu's shorts like that, not knowing what to do.
"Hey, let go!" Zhao Yu said, "Don't be too pessimistic, don't forget, I'm Zhao Tianba, a bastard with advanced cancer! What kind of boxing champion and bird king, I don't take him seriously at all! "
Miao Ying was stunned for a moment, and accidentally let go of her hand. As a result, half of Zhao Yu's shorts slipped off, leaving her naked. Zhao Yu tried to lift his pants, but he was wearing boxing gloves and couldn't lift them up at all.
"Hey...do me a favor, don't just stand there!" After Zhao Yun pouted, Miao Ying came closer and helped Zhao Yu pull up his pants.
After getting close, she suddenly became charming.
"Come on," Zhao Yu felt his heart tremble, and hurriedly licked his stinky face, and said, "Honey! Encouragement must be there, right?"
"You..." Miao Ying smiled through tears, kissed her lightly, and said in a low voice, "Okay then, honey, I'll cheer for you! No matter what kind of boxing champion and bird king he is, beat him up like a grandma bear!"
"Yeah!" Zhao Yu hugged vigorously, his morale boosted greatly.
"However...you must remember this action!" After parting, Miao Ying hurriedly said, "If it doesn't work, just shoot continuously like this, which means you surrender and admit defeat, and then the referee will stop the game, understand ?"
"I'll go..." Zhao Yu almost fell over.
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By the time Zhao Yu left the waiting room and entered the competition hall, both the hall and the stands were already overcrowded. Everyone wants to see, how will this disparate fighting match end? Of course, what they want to see more is what kind of misery Zhao Yu will be tortured by San Grove nearby.
After seeing Zhao Yu, the host immediately introduced loudly, which ignited the atmosphere of the audience. Under the guidance of the staff, Zhao Yu slowly walked towards the octagonal iron cage.
"Hey, boss, boss... stop playing!" Ran Tao suddenly ran to Zhao Yu's side and said anxiously, "That's the world boxing champion, please tell us quickly, is there anything else? Plan C, plan or something, we can't just watch you die!"
"Yes!" Zhao Yu whispered, "When I beat Sangrove later, they will probably arrange for me to fight another round. You asked Sister Wu to do this..."
Zhao Yu pressed Ran Tao's head and explained to him. After hearing these words, Ran Tao was in a bad mood. Looking at Zhao Yu who was gradually going away, he shook his head again and again and muttered to himself:
"It's over, the boss is probably crazy! You don't have a pistol tucked in your pants, how can you beat Sangrove? Alas!" He sighed and said, "Sister Wu is right, we'd better Prepare an ambulance for him! Oh no, we have to add an ambulance from the madhouse..."
Immediately after Zhao Yu came on stage, professional personnel stepped forward to help, and someone even handed over a braces for Zhao Yu to bite into his mouth. However, Zhao Yu turned his head and spat out the braces...
call...
Seeing Zhao Yu's performance like this, the audience immediately booed. Zhao Yu turned his head and gave them the middle finger. Unfortunately, he was wearing boxing gloves, so the middle finger couldn't be stretched out at all...
After Zhao Yu appeared for a while, with another scream from the host, Sangrove finally appeared. As the world boxing champion, he naturally had to make a grand finale in order to show his noble status.
As soon as the boxing champion came out, there was thunderous cheers, the audience was boiling, and the excited people raised their arms and shouted, they were so excited...
After taking the stage, Sangrove glanced at Zhao Yu, and what was revealed in his eyes was no longer contempt and disdain, but a kind of anger and resentment that had insulted his self-esteem!
To be more precise, what he hates is not the unknown opponent in front of him, but those rich and tycoons who manipulate the game behind the scenes and do whatever they want. If it wasn't for Qian's face, he would never have paid attention to such absurd competition. From his point of view, playing against Zhao Yu was like playing a clown in a circus...
Therefore, after Sangrove took the stage, he did not follow the usual fashion show, but just sat down on the rest seat angrily, and asked the staff to prepare him for the stage.
At the same time, on the stands, the housekeeper was holding a straight tablet computer, and said to Miao Kun worriedly: "Master, we lost a lot this time, and the bets in the audience are close to 20 million. One bet on Zhao Yu to win. If this..."
"It's okay, what's the point of this little money?" Miao Kun drank his red wine leisurely, "Just treat it as a red envelope to your friends! As long as the kid can pay back what he owes me, no matter how much money he owes me ,Hahaha……"
Under the stands, Zhao Yu seemed to have heard Miao Kun's smirk, and immediately turned his head to glance at the stands.
Unexpectedly, when he turned around again, he suddenly saw a scene that broke him down: Ran Tao and Zeng Ke, surrounded by Miao Ying, came to the front of the octagonal cage to watch the game. But Miao Ying held a snow-white towel in her hand. From what it looked like, Miao Ying was already ready to make Zhao Yu admit defeat in advance.
Grandma a bear!
Zhao Yu complained angrily, cursing in his heart, what kind of teammates are these? Are you underestimating me, Zhao Yu? Have you all forgotten who I am, Zhao Yu? Lao Tzu is a stinky, shameless rogue, arrogant and unrestrained, aggressive! You think I really can't beat three cowards... oh no Sangrove?
At this time, following the signal of the referee, the two sides had already left their seats and came to the center of the field, ready for the match.
Before the match, the two sides were supposed to punch each other's boxing gloves as a sign of friendship. However, the arrogant Sangrove never even high-fives professional boxers, let alone the non-professional Zhao Yu.
So, just like when he was warming up during the day, Sangrove didn't even have the mood to glance at Zhao Yu, so he turned his body directly, turned his back to him, and gave Zhao Yu the highest standard of contempt.
oh……
Wow...
As Sangrove turned around, the audience was boiling again, and the atmosphere reached a climax again...
However, the cheers of the people only lasted for a second and a half, and a huge change suddenly occurred on the ring!
Unexpectedly, as soon as Sangrove turned around, Zhao Yu quietly stood on tiptoe and followed behind him. Then, under the astonished eyes of the referee, Zhao Yu rounded his arms and punched Sangrove on the back of the head. superior!
This punch seemed silent, but in fact it was fierce and powerful, like a thunderbolt. With a bang, Sangrove was instantly smashed to the ground...
"Hey, hey?" The referee turned pale in shock, stomped his feet and cursed, "What the hell? The game hasn't started yet! The bell hasn't been rung yet... Hey, hey, hey..."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yu didn't care about that at all, just smashed and kicked Sangrove...
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