While the audience was in an uproar, Fu Hongshen suddenly became nervous and quickly turned his head to stop Jiang Qinhao, but it was still too late.

Jiang Qinhao, who was impulsive, immediately sang: "Okay, I will fight with you today!"

He didn't want to miss such an opportunity - if it weren't for the Beijing University, if there were so many college students present, he would have beaten the fat man so much that he didn't even recognize his parents, and could he give him the chance to say so many harsh and heartbreaking nonsense?

I can't say that these scholars can't argue, but they just have a pair of iron fists and two Vajra legs!

It’s still in the ring, openly and justly, to teach this fat man a lesson so that he can relieve his anger!

If he couldn't teach this fat man a lesson today, Jiang Qinhao felt that he would be suffocated to death.

So annoying!

This fat man deserves a fucking beating!

So as soon as he finished speaking, he was about to walk up the stage. Wang Jinhai quickly stopped him and persuaded him: "Don't, Brother Jiang, you are a professional player. Chairman Wen has not received any training. There is no need to fight this game. If someone is injured..."

"I have a sense of justice." Jiang Qinhao sneered, stared at Wang Jinhai with a squinted eyes, and said, "If a martial artist is not good at it, then don't practice martial arts."

"But the problem is..." Wang Jinhai frowned, very dissatisfied.

"Qinhao, you can't compete with Chairman Wen." Fu Hongshen said coldly and unquestionably: "You are a professional athlete. If you want to participate in any competition, you must get the consent of the team." Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and advised: "Do you know how high the economic value you can bring every time you play in the game now? You play with him just to fight for the sake of fighting. No matter how beautiful you win, you will lose, because you are a professional player and you are the Sanda king who has won in a row. If you win, you should win. What about the other party? If you dare to challenge you, you will already win!"

Jiang Qinhao was stunned and frowned and thought, it was indeed so...

But it’s too embarrassing not to beat!

The fat man almost pointed his fingers on the tip of his nose and acted in public. If he refused, wouldn’t that be even more embarrassing?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qinhao felt that the fat man deserved a beating even more.

Clever, cunning!

"Beat!" Jiang Qinhao said gritting his teeth, "If I don't hit him today, I can't swallow this breath, and I will suffocate myself to death!" After that, he shook his hand and pushed Fu Hongshen and Wang Jinhai away, and strode towards the ring, his face so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Next to the ring, Chi Rong and a few people from their club had already stepped onto the ring and whispered to Wen Shuo to dissuade him.

Although everyone knows that this fat man is quite good at fighting, and he does have an advantage in height and wide body, it is just that compared to ordinary people, truly meeting a professional Sanda athlete... it is equivalent to sending himself over to someone as a sandbag!

Besides, everyone knows that Wen Shuo has been doing business in recent years and is busy with company matters every day. Can he still be as good as when he first entered university?

Look at him, he is so fat and fat, he looks so easy to beat and so easy to bully...

Wen Shuo had a stern face and did not listen to the advice of the crowd. He waved his arms and grieved with righteousness and said, "Scholars can be killed, not humiliated. I, Wen Shuo, have never been bullied like this. Not to mention anything else, I have to fight with him for the honor of Peking University, the honor and integrity of our Peking University students! At least, I have to prove to everyone that I am not as weak as Jiang Qinhao said. I am not as fat as I am, but I am guilty of fattyness? I ate other people's rice or slept on other people's kangs? I have never known him, so I laughed at people when I meet him. Who is he? How did his parents teach me?!"

This was a loud voice.

But in the eyes of everyone in the audience, this is not that the fat man is not well-educated, nor that the fat man screams to give him courage, but...

Chi Rong and the others kept persuading the fat man. The fat man had always kept his calm expression, but now he was persuaded to speak loudly, which was a bit noisy - it doesn't matter, it's understandable, it's completely understandable, he's right, it's all right!

Looking at Jiang Qinhao, who was pulled by someone but still grinning on the ring with a ferocious face, why is it so disgusting?

Pooh!

What?!

In the past, I only watched him play games on TV and news, and I praised him, worshiped him, called him a hero, and brought glory to the country!

I never thought that in reality, there is such a poor quality and vulgar thing that is uneducated.

Although they were angry and scolding, everyone was still worried about Wen Shuo. At the same time, they couldn't help but be excited, excited, and looked forward to it - everyone was a martial arts enthusiast and was extremely enthusiastic about Sanda and fighting competitions on the ring.

The fat and fat Chairman Wen, who is fighting against Sanda and the free fighting champion Jiang Qinhao...

If it were me, it would be worth losing!

Who can have the chance to fight the champion?

So when the fat man shouted those words righteously, Jiang Qinhao finally stopped several people and jumped onto the ring, everyone rushed over and crowded around the ring.

The sports teacher who had gone outside to call the security guards over did not stop Jiang Qinhao and Wen Shuo from taking the stage to showdown.

Because he realized quickly that this seemed like a good way to solve the problem.

The champion and college students exchanged ideas and exchanged, and played a formal game. No matter how they spread it, they could be controlled and guided to change public opinion on the one hand. It would be much better than to completely break things up.

So he squeezed into the ring, raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and then walked to the middle and said, "Ah, today we are honored to invite the world champion of Sanda fighting, Jiang Qinhao. The unexpected surprise is that Jiang Qinhao also has to take the stage in person to compete with our student Wen Shuo, Peking University, so that we can observe, watch, and learn the practical style of Sanda King. Students, remember that friendship is the first and competition is the second..."

At this moment, even Fu Hongshen and Wang Jinhai were not able to dissuade them any longer.

When they heard the sport teacher's quick words, they felt relieved. It was so good that they were so happy. At least, this also represents the attitude of the sport teacher in Beijing. Things will not get out of control. In the future, if there is a bit of unfavorable public opinion, it is easy to guide and control it, and create a harmonious atmosphere to deal with it.

Yes, just fight.

If it really doesn't work, I will spread some news first to create a positive image for Jiang Qinhao.

Bad things turn into good things, all depends on operation.

Fu Hongshen had just relaxed a little, but Jiang Qinhao used his behavior again to show his stupidity, and seemed to slap Fu Hongshen hard.

Jiang Qinhao said to the sports education teacher who was explaining and guiding everyone's ideas: "Okay, okay, there's no need to say so much, start the game quickly. This event is quite tight, and I don't have so much time to stay here."

Fu Hongshen almost jumped up and beat up this stupid nephew.

You fucking...

Why did my sister give birth to such a stupid thing as you?

All my abilities are concentrated on the talent of Sanda fighting, so I didn’t evenly move it into my mind?

The sports teacher frowned, obviously disliked it. This person was too rude and didn’t understand the least respect?

And, why is he so stupid?

Don't know I'm helping him?

On and off the stage, everyone looked at Jiang Qinhao with extremely inexplicable eyes. Until now, everyone finally stopped being overly angry and angry with Jiang Qinhao, but regarded this guy as a...well, a beaten animal.

Let him perform.

It’s just a pity that our good fat man at Kyoto University should not be beaten too hard. The referee will definitely take care of the fat man as much as possible later.

"Boss, you'd better not to fight, or..." Chi Rong gritted his teeth and said seriously: "I'll fight for you."

"Stop talking nonsense." The fat man waved his hand and said, "Okay, you guys hurry up, it's just a fight, I've never been afraid of anyone!"

"this……"

"Okay, okay, let's go down, don't let that bastard laugh at us..." Wen Shuo unquestionably spread his arms and pushed a few people down the ring.

In desperation, Chi Rong and others had to step down.

When only the referees were left on the stage, Wen Shuo and Jiang Qinhao, all the talents realized that...

Can't fight!

Wen Shuo was wearing trousers, shirts, and leather shoes. They were clothes for attending the graduation ceremony today. Fortunately, he took off his degree suit when he left the college auditorium. Otherwise, he would have been wearing a degree suit and played with Sanda with people on stage? How weird that would be.

And Jiang Qinhao is also dressed in casual outfits, jeans, sneakers, T-shirts...

Someone immediately reminded them to change into sportswear, then put on headbands, fists and other protective gear.

When the referee was about to remind the two, Wen Shuo waved his hand in the eyes of everyone and said, "No, no, it's not a formal game. Just exchange privately. Let's just do it. It's a lot of money to play a round, it's boring."

Oh!

There was an uproar in the audience.

The fat man was afraid of being beaten hard, so he only played for one round, and he said that he had exchanged ideas and was obviously giving in.

But, how can I not wear protective gear?

Wouldn't that be hurt?

When everyone thought of the fat man's white and clean face being beaten to a blue nose and swollen face, like a panda, everyone couldn't help feeling distressed.

Jiang Qin was happy and nodded quickly and agreed, "Yes, there is no need to be that complicated, it's better to be simple."

He thought to himself, one round is enough!

He even had confidence that before the referee rushed over to stop him, he beat Wen Shuo to a deep impression before the game ended.

The referee looked at the fat man with surprise and even contempt. Isn't this a fight?

But he gritted his teeth and said, "You fuck you, how you want to fight, should I, the referee, go on, let you two fight on the stage, and roll in groups on the ground, and use any tricks you use to kick me and bite my hair."

Even though I think so, I can't do this.

The referee waved helplessly, signaling the two to walk to him, and then formally explained the rules of the game to them.

Jiang Qinhao moved his arms, jumped gently, and twisted his neck from time to time.

The advantages and qualities of professional athletes are instantly shown. Under any circumstances, we will remember to warm up before the game starts and adjust our condition to the best as quickly as possible so as to perform better in the game.

The fat man nodded and bowed, listening to the referee's statement very seriously and respectfully, nodding from time to time and saying "I understand"

A pure novices in Sanda fighting competition.

Without protective gear, wearing clothes from ordinary life, well, fat man or formal wear...
Chapter completed!