Global Movie Emperor

Wang Zewen didn't know what to say. He only knew that his dream of returning to the boxing ring had once again died. Coach Song's angry rebuke pointing at his nose had left him in a daze all morning.

He was cleaning up the trash in the boxing gym. The boxers who occasionally passed by did not laugh at him, but just looked at him strangely. They didn't know why Wang Zewen was so insistent. If it were them, they would have already found another way out. Why is he staying in the boxing gym so shamelessly?

The garbage was all put away. At this time, the boxers had already started taking a lunch break. He returned to the training room, wrapped bandages on his hands, put on gloves, and started hitting lobs.

His persistence... had no purpose, he just didn't want himself to "die" so early, at the age of twenty-six, and wait for the next few decades to rot.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Every time he kicked the sandbag, he would make a loud sound. The reluctance accumulated in his heart for six years could only be vented by hitting the sandbag. But after each vent, he would fall into emptiness again, and the loneliness of the boxer would eventually come to the boxing table. That moment on stage shines, and what about him?

His loneliness is like a file, slowly filing away his edges, his pride, his confidence, and all his beliefs, leaving only an empty shell. Perhaps, he is dead now.

He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that he had twenty minutes left. Without wiping off his sweat, he hurried to the cafeteria and picked up the last bowl of noodles left for him by the cafeteria aunt.

He took vinegar from the canteen and poured it into the noodles, but accidentally poured half the bottle into it. He stirred it twice with chopsticks, poured out the excess soup, returned to his seat, picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth. Jealousy came to his head, making him frown.

"Bang."

The door was pushed open, and he glanced at the voice. It was his second uncle, an elder who had been very strict with him since he was a child. He didn't say hello, but just picked up noodles and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Come back with me."

"What are you going back for?"

"Whether you sell fish to me or work for yourself, whatever you do, your life will be better than what you have now."

"Forget it, I'm not used to it."

...

Looking at the big screen, Lu Bo didn't know what to say. The two of them had a simple conversation, but the skills they revealed should not be underestimated. Needless to say, Guan Yong, a three-time Best Actor, was an experienced actor, but Lu Ze What's going on? At least in Lu Bo's eyes, Lu Ze's acting skills couldn't be better than Guan Yong's, but he didn't fall behind at all!

He could say with certainty that Lu Ze's acting skills had grown again. No, the word should be changed, it had soared! Lu Ze's acting skills during the "Mr. Tree" period can also be praised, but there are no veteran actors in that drama, so no obvious comparison can be made.

To be honest, there is a direct reason why Lu Ze won the Best Actor Award compared to last year's Golden Rooster Award. In Lu Bo's impression, Lu Ze deserves to be called the Best Actor, but he should be in the middle and lower reaches among many Best Actors.

He also understood it very well. After all, Lu Ze was only twenty-six years old at the time. There was still a lot of room for improvement in the future, but what the hell was he doing now? Belongs to the fucking Sky Monkey? Go up? To be tough with a national first-class actor, three-time Best Actor, and a seasoned actor who has been acting for 50 years? And it's just a little bit less powerful?

You might not be able to tell much if it's just a normal duel, but this scene is very tense. Lu Ze's demeanor, expression, eyes, movements, and even the slightest tremor are just right. It's just the character actor played by Guan Yong, with great momentum. Only when he was strong enough did he suppress Lu Ze.

"Zhen Nima is a monster, oh my god..."

The attendance rate of this audience was good. They were basically full. There were only a few single vacancies. Lu Bo also had a knowledgeable person next to him. When he saw the performance of the two, he cursed. Lu Bo understood swear words very well. If He was not an artistic young man, so he certainly couldn't control it.

After talking about the soaring performance of Lu Ze, let's return to the movie itself. It was beyond Lu Bo's expectation. He originally thought that the core of the movie was still the cliché about a defeated boxing champion having a girlfriend, a daughter, and a mother. The story of returning to the peak of life with the encouragement of these characters.

Is this story inspiring? Of course, coupled with the large-scale production, the work will be very sincere. Basically, it is not difficult to score a seven points. A score of 7.1 or 7.2 should be quite easy.

But to his surprise, the core of this movie is actually quite complicated. It must be a dream first, and it must also be a down-and-out boxing champion.

But it transcends most works with the same theme. At the beginning of the movie, Lu Bo thought that the character Wang Zewen acted bravely, or that he could not help himself, made fake punches, or was framed and got into trouble.

This will definitely create a tall protagonist, and the audience will pity his current downfall, but what about Wang Zewen? A young and frivolous person who participated in a fight was banned for three years and had the boxing gym pay a large amount of compensation. Will such a person be liked by the audience? You won’t like it at first, but when you do like it, you should change it later.

But what is the excellence of this? It creates a living person, rather than a tall, unlucky young man. Comparing the two, Wang Zewen's realism is extremely high.

But the script is quite sophisticated in its settings. People still understand young people's fights very well. After all, everyone has their youth. How many people have never had a fight?

It’s not just bad deeds such as murder and arson, but the public’s level of understanding is very high. However, the following plot involves another core, which is a bit bigger, which is society’s attitude towards people with such bad deeds. question.

The simplest example is that criminals are released from prison and re-employed. Wang Zewen's problem is not serious enough to go to jail, but the boxing gym is actually the epitome of a small society. Now Wang Zewen is, to put it bluntly, "in jail" in the boxing gym. This It is a relatively big and metaphorical thing. After Lu Bo saw it through, he really felt that there were a lot of things in this script.

As a result, this film brought up another problem, that is, the problem of adaptation. This core reminded Lu Bo of Red in "The Shawshank Redemption". The reason why Wang Zewen is unwilling to leave the boxing gym is actually related to Red's unwillingness to leave the prison. A reason.

Then there are the two most common themes of family and love. There is nothing to talk about. This is the fundamental factor that increases the friction of the plot. How to choose between dreams and family? How to obtain material things to satisfy love?

The portrayal of Xing Qiuya made Lu Bo's eyes shine. Different from the same type of silly sweet or gas station heroines, she gave the male protagonist unlimited power.

Xing Qiuya can't even solve her own problems. She is cowardly and introverted. She chooses to obey life. Her awareness of society is very low. But from the fact that she can work as a waiter in a busy small restaurant with ease, her thoughts are very clear, which shows that She is capable, and it can be seen that she likes Wang Zewen and a poor man. Does this prove that she still has the possibility to break through the current predicament?

In addition, the mute old lady was kicked out by her daughter-in-law, but she greeted Wang Zewen while sitting at the door, as well as the enthusiastic neighbors. Does this mean that after Wang Zewen leaves the "small society", it is possible that he will be tolerated by the big society?

So far, this movie has not deviated from the inspirational theme, but it is too complicated, ranging from personal feelings to social topics.

Family + love + social discrimination + social tolerance + social adaptability + breaking out of social constraints = inspirational movie?

Isn't he kidding me? ! !

Lu Bo was scratching his head for a moment. This movie is linked to the main theme. Every shot involves the core. As expected...Liu Ying, the great director, came prepared. A commercial movie has so many twists and turns, and it really doesn't break away from Lu Bo's understanding of Liu Ying's work.

They are all such coquettish bitches.

Let’s talk about the use of lenses and why an action movie can cost so much money. Let’s forget it. Watching the movie is more important.

Lupo grabbed a handful of popcorn, picked up the Coke cup and shook it, only to find that the Coke had been drunk unconsciously. He put the paper cup aside in disappointment, and the movie continued...

...

Sitting in a van, Wang Zewen was very silent while holding his schoolbag. He habitually pressed the calluses on his palms to reduce his inner fear of his mother's illness.

Neither of them spoke, but the second uncle never stopped smoking. Originally, he never smoked in front of Awen because he was afraid of affecting the physical condition of a boxer, but now he is no longer a boxer.

"Get out of the car."

The car was parked in the parking space of the hospital. Seeing that Awen was still dazed, the second uncle reminded him. Wang Zewen suddenly realized and opened the door and got out of the car.

Radiology......

As soon as he got out of the elevator, Wang Zewen suddenly had the urge to escape from here. He was afraid. Going to the boxing ring and getting a beating was not enough. Now he was scared to death. In addition to guilt, he felt pain like needles. .

His mother, who is forty-seven years old this year, lost her husband at the age of twenty-five and never remarried. She raised him by herself and looks older than her fifty-seven years old.

Now...she was sitting on the empty corridor seat, wearing a maroon knitted hat, holding medical records and a medical insurance card in her hands, and taking a nap with her eyes closed.

"Let's go..."

The second uncle reminded him. Wang Zewen turned his back to the second uncle, lowered his head, raised his left hand and gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, and his shoulders were trembling slightly with his back to the second uncle.

"Wait a minute...wait a minute I..."

He raised his head and wanted to push back the tears. After about five minutes, he controlled his emotions and followed his second uncle into the corridor. He seemed to hear footsteps. His mother opened her eyes, a little surprised.

"Awen, why are you here?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming to the hospital for treatment? I'll accompany you."

He sat next to his mother and gently covered her hand. His tone was a bit reproachful, but the flavor of care was very strong. The hands of both mother and son were equally rough, but she was a woman.

The second uncle suddenly interrupted and told the sister-in-law the good news: "Sister-in-law, Awen doesn't box anymore. He just resigned from the boxing gym."

"real?"

"Isn't that right? I've brought all my luggage back. What are these gloves and protective gear? They're all here."

The mother was pleasantly surprised that her son could finally get back on track in life and stop doing meaningless things. If he could live on by himself in the future, she would be worthy of her man.

But she also knew Awen's love for boxing, and she didn't know what her second uncle said to her son, so she asked Wang Zewen worriedly.

"Then why don't we fight..."

"There will be a big competition in a year. I want to play, but Coach Song won't let me play, so... I won't play. If I don't see any hope, I won't play."

He had persisted in his life for twelve years, could he let it go so quickly? No one could do it. Although he was concerned about his mother's test results, even if he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't help but show a trace of loss. Zhizi Moruomu, could she not notice it?

"This coach Song is the worst thing. How could I not give him some gifts during the holidays before? Now I don't recognize my relatives and I am selfless. It's okay Awen. From now on, let's do our jobs well and piss him off to death."

Although some of his mother's words were a little childish, they did comfort his wounded heart and allowed him to get out of his original habits and welcome a new life.

But... Wang Zewen can also feel the fear of his mother. She is an ordinary woman, only in her forties. She is afraid of getting this disease, not only because she is afraid of death, but also because she is afraid of dragging down her children.

This was the most unbearable moment for Wang Zewen. His mother could comfort his wounded heart, but how should he comfort his mother?

Time passed slowly, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Zewen took the photo, and he understood what was written on it. His mother came over to take a look, but she could not understand it. When she asked Wang Zewen if he understood, he shook his head.

The three of them returned to the clinic and queued up. The second uncle and his mother entered the room first. Wang Zewen followed behind and waved to the doctor sitting in the clinic. The mother and second uncle had their backs to Awen. They didn't see it, but the doctor had already seen him. In the eyes.

"You have a benign tumor, but you still need surgery. The sooner you do it, the better. It's probably... quite troublesome. You'll need a few more surgeries, but it's nothing serious. Don't worry."

The doctor's words gave her mother a lot of comfort and made her put her heart back in her stomach. But soon, she began to feel worried. She put her left hand on the edge of the computer desk and leaned forward slightly.

"Doctor, how much does this surgery cost?"

"Do you have health insurance?"

"Yes, I have."

"If you have medical insurance, you will pay the full amount. What are you worried about? Let's make an appointment for surgery first and get it done as soon as possible."

The three of them left the consulting room with smiles. Wang Zewen looked back at the doctor's badge and bowed to him. The doctor waved his hand, and Wang Zewen nodded and left.

When she got home, her mother said she wanted to cook, and Wang Zewen didn't stop her. She felt relieved that if she wanted to cook something good, let her do it, while he sat in the living room chatting with his second uncle.

"Awen, it's time to calm down now. Have you decided on a job?"

"not yet."

"Then just sell seafood with me for two days. When you find a suitable job, you can leave."

"also."

"Then you have to say yes. You'll get up at 2:30 in the middle of the night. It's hard work. Then wait for me at the dock. I'll take you to pick up the goods. You have to ride a bicycle there. I can't pick you up if I leave early. Do you know the place?"

"have no idea......"

"I don't know anything about this. Come on, let me take you for a walk while I haven't eaten, sister-in-law! I'll take Awen there to find the way. You cook first and I'll be back soon."

Mother poked her head out of the narrow kitchen and asked Awen to remember the way so he wouldn't get lost tomorrow morning. After the two closed the door and left, the kitchen knife that was originally used to cut vegetables paused for a moment.

"well......"

Sighing, she wiped the corners of her eyes and sniffed, and the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board came again in the room.

...

The sun had already set, leaving only a little bit of light remaining. It was not completely dark yet. The street lights came on, which were a little dim when they first turned on. The two got into the van and drove towards the dock.

Street lights shone into the car. Awen leaned against the car glass and stared out the window in a daze. He felt like his soul was floating out of his body. He didn't exist, so he couldn't hear or see.

"What's wrong... I ask you what's wrong?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, the second uncle glanced sideways at him, stretched out his hand to punch him, and repeated the question again.

"gallbladder."

Wang Zewen's mouth trembled a few times. He held a piece of toilet paper in his hand, folded it in half a few times, held it gently in his hand, and finally lowered his head and buried it in his arms.

The two of them were silent. The second uncle's little broken bread buzzed when he opened it. There was no noise reduction at all, but apart from the noise, there was no other sound.

The lighter clicked, and the second uncle rolled down the window, flicked the cigarette ashes outside, put his left hand on the window, turned the steering wheel with one hand, exhaled a puff of thick smoke that was quickly sucked away by the outside airflow, and gave a wry smile.

"Then hide it first? In fact, your mother knows, she must know. Although she is not highly educated, she can't even understand the words. She doesn't understand what the doctor said, but she should know what's going on with her. Yes, she is your mother, you should know it best."

"sorry......"

"What......?"

The second uncle was astonished as if he had heard a fantasy. He glanced at him and parked on the side of the road. They had already reached the beach. The tide was high today and when the waves were strong, they could hit the side of the road.

Pulling on the handbrake, the second uncle leaned sideways against the car door and turned to look at Awen.

"Awen, look at me, it's too late... It's too late... Is it still useful to say sorry now? Now you know you were wrong? Now will you say sorry? This is me The funniest thing I heard this year... Why do you have to wait now! It's because your mother dotes on you too much! That's why you grew up to be a 1.85 meter retarded person! You are not as sensible as a three-year-old child, dream ? Where? Since the day you were fighting outside! Are you worthy of talking about dreams? "

"People cannot focus on dreams and forget about reality. Look at your current situation. This is reality. Your dream now should be to change your current situation."

After taking the last puff of the cigarette, he threw it out of the window, started the car, and drove towards the dock.

...

In the next few days, Wang Zewen began to learn to sell fish, getting up early every day and working hard at night to stock the goods. After closing the stall in the afternoon, he went on to work as a delivery rider, risking his life to make money every day.

Until the day when my mother had the surgery, but the medical insurance also required reimbursement after the surgery. Their family couldn't get the money. It was still his second uncle who helped advance the surgery fee. But judging from the scratches on his neck, the second uncle was at home. Life is not easy either.

Before the operation, my mother seemed to be very scared. She held Awen's hand and talked a lot. Wang Zewen stayed with him, sitting quietly on his mother's bedside, listening to her tell stories about Wang Zewen's childhood.

When she talked about funny things, she smiled brightly. Wang Zewen reached out and stroked her long hair, waiting for the time to come. At ten o'clock in the morning, he sent his mother into the operating room and sat at the door of the operating room. She sat there for ten full seconds. One hour.

The effect of the first operation was good. Although my mother's face was a little sallow, she also had some strength. This time he learned wisely and gave a red envelope to the anesthesiologist as soon as his salary was due.

At the same time, he gave up his job selling seafood at his second uncle's place and went to work as a porter in a moving company, because the moving company's salary can be paid on a daily basis, and the income is not small.

He is in desperate need of money now. Even if his medical insurance can reimburse the surgery fee, the expenses for various nutritional products and daily necessities are still quite high, which even drives him to a dead end and he has the idea of ​​taking the wrong path.

After the second operation, my mother's condition deteriorated rapidly and she could no longer eat any food. She relied on nutritional fluids every day to maintain her body's needs.

On the twelfth day after the second operation, Wang Zewen woke up from next to his mother and found that she was confused.

"Mom...it's getting cold. Cover yourself with more quilts."

"Don't touch me...hot..."

"Okay, okay, don't cover it."

She was like a child now, she would lose her temper as soon as anything went wrong. What was even worse was that she could no longer walk and no longer had the strength to stand up. She even needed help to sit up.

Twenty-seven days later, the nutrient solution could no longer be injected, and she began to refuse the medication. She could only hum in bed every day, but Wang Zewen knew that she was awake now.

She had white hair all over her head, and she had lost all appearance in just two and a half months. Her hands and feet were severely swollen, and her eyes were wide open. She kept looking at her son, and her eyes showed that she had abandoned him. I was worried, but everything ended at eleven o'clock that night.

"Get dressed...I'm leaving."

"Mom, where are you going?"

"My son competes...he is really good. Here is the national champion. Get dressed. I will watch my son compete."

It was only then that he realized that his mother was so proud of him, but he ruined everything, leaving her still thinking about the award he won eight hundred years ago.

The mother kept trying to get out of bed, but Wang Zewen couldn't hold her down, so he quickly called the nurse and helped her up. The mother sat, holding his hand tightly. She just put on her shoes, but before the nurse arrived, she closed her eyes. Eyes closed.

He once thought that he would cry a lot when his mother left him, but after it became a reality, he found that he couldn't cry. His whole body was numb and he forgot how to think until the nurse covered his mother. Baibu, he came back to his senses and realized that he had no mother.

Three days later, he buried his mother in the cemetery he had purchased in advance. When the workers fastened the marble slabs and glued them, he thought back on the past few months as if they were in a dream.

The second uncle looked at him without saying a word, just patted him on the shoulder, led him to burn a lot of paper money for his mother, and then took him back home.

Wang Zewen pushed the door open and entered the house. He glanced at the sofa out of habit. That woman would no longer sit here sewing cross stitch. He walked to the place where his mother usually sat. Because the sofa was very old, that place was already a bit old. It collapsed, and he sat on it, making a thumping sound.

There was a letter on the table, written by his mother. The handwriting was not good-looking, but the content was very long. He had read it several times before. Sure enough, she already knew that something was seriously wrong with her body from the time she got the results. The problem.

The sun climbed to the middle of the room and finally shone into the room. I leaned back on the sofa and smelled it. It seemed that I still had the smell of my mother.

"Hehe...hehe..."

He grinned as if he was going to smile, but tears fell down after all. He picked up the letter written by his mother and read it. It recorded many of her mother's true words, one of which was.

"You should go boxing."

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door outside. He put the letter away, stood up and opened the door. The person who came was Xing Qiuya, but she seemed a little different today, she seemed to have more confidence.

"Brother Wen, are you okay? Auntie's matter..."

"Ah, my mother... let's not talk about it. Come in quickly. I just got home and I have nothing to entertain you. I heard that you are no longer helping in the store?"

Xing Qiuya has been to the hospital several times before. Last time, a neighbor said that she went out to find a job, but before he could get confirmation from her, he just asked casually.

"Well, now I'm selling clothes in a shopping mall. I want to go out and have a look. I don't want to stay in a restaurant and be a waiter."

"fine."

The two chatted a lot, all about her. She had changed a lot. She no longer turned into the size of a mosquito when she left the hotel when she was talking. She also became much more confident. After nearly an hour, she got up and left, saying that she would be there again in the afternoon. Gotta get back to work.

But before leaving, she hesitated for a while, then made up her mind, turned around, gave Wang Zewen a hug, said "Come on" to him, and then ran away.

Wang Zewen was stunned at the door for a long time, but found that Song Jiao happened to rub shoulders with Xing Qiuya. After she went downstairs, he walked up slowly and looked Wang Zewen up and down, still expressionless.

"Looking for me?"

"if not?"

"I don't box anymore."

"Yes, you said you would stop fighting, but your mother still wants you to continue fighting."

Song Jiao walked into the room, looked at the photo hanging on the wall, and nodded slightly. He had a huge conflict with his beloved disciple, but he had nothing to do with this miserable woman.

"If my mother's plea had worked, I would have been able to play again three years ago, but now that she's gone, what's the point of saying that?"

"So the boxing is for your mother? Then she has already advised you not to continue practicing. Why don't you listen?"

"She is gone now! So what does it have to do with her! I won't fight! What does it have to do with you!"

Coach Song's words just now were very hurtful, adding salt to Wang Zewen's wounds. In the end, Wang Zewen couldn't bear it anymore. After six years, he roared at Coach Song again, but this time, Coach Song was not as angry as he was six years ago. His expression was still calm.

"So you gave up, at the age of twenty-six? The golden age. Maybe you think the fundamental reason why you gave up was because I didn't give you a chance. No, I gave you a chance. As soon as your suspension period was over, I said you could go elsewhere. You are a member of the boxing gym, but you don’t leave, you stay stuck in your old ways, and hide in the glory of your old history. Maybe you think that you have a history of getting into fights and being suspended, so no one will want you, but if you don’t try, you will How do you know? After all, you used to be arrogant but weak. Now you are no longer arrogant, but you are getting weaker and weaker. That’s why I won’t give you a chance. No one wants to give a coward a chance. Do you understand? ?”

Coach Song sat on the chair, glanced at the cross-stitch that his mother had sewn, picked up the envelope on the table, and shook it at Wang Zewen.

"So when I came to see you today, I really have something to do with your mother, at least half of it. She was right in front of me when she wrote this letter, but the words between the lines made me even more disappointed. I was originally afraid that you would be devastated after failure. , then something like this happened, and before you lost, you fell into despair. You seemed to be persevering, and you continued to train after being unable to compete for six years. In fact, it was a kind of degeneration. Your mother has always seen it. , that’s why she advised you not to fight, but she couldn’t stand it any longer. She couldn’t take you any further, so she asked me to sign up for you. I have to say, you have a good mother. She is great enough, and her only flaw is that she is afraid that you lack fatherly love, so she over-indulges you, causing you to develop the character you have now."

Wang Zewen was silent. Such long self-reflection had already made him realize this, but the more he knew, the more he felt that he owed his mother too much.

"Your mother hopes that you can participate in this competition. This proposal has no loss to the boxing gym. It depends on what honor you can help the boxing gym achieve. This is actually not an opportunity, but a wish of your mother. , if you want to fight, here’s the fighter contract.”

Wang Zewen looked at Coach Song. The two looked at each other for a long time. In fact, there was still a master-disciple relationship in their hearts. Otherwise, Coach Song would not agree to Awen's mother's request and mess around with such a big competition. After all, the boxing gym also He didn't start it, he was just the most senior coach.

Finally, Wang Zewen took out a pen from the drawer and signed his name on the contract. He officially returned to the boxing gym and signed up for the cruiserweight event of the "Comprehensive Fighting Championship".

Training begins!

(Friendly reminder: Please be sure to open the music player, search for "Bombtrack" and click to play.)

.......

In the dark boxing gym, only the ventilation holes can let in the sunlight, which shines on Wang Zewen's body. The sweat all over his body shines with golden luster in the sunlight. He is waving the skipping rope with both hands, jumping and shaking at a rapid speed.

Accompanied by the low plucking of the guitar, the blood of the audience, who had been suppressed all this time, was ignited at this moment. From this moment on, the plot truly reached its climax!

"1997...1998...1999...2000!"

At the moment when the drum beats blast, he quickly throws down the skipping rope, runs quickly, and picks up the 100 kilogram dummy in a hug! The fists repeatedly hit the dummy's face, making loud banging noises. The camera quickly switched to a huge pile of sand. A group of professional boxers ran towards the top of the sand pile carrying heavy barbells, while Wang Zewen Way ahead of the other boxers.

"Speed! There's such a fucking difference! Didn't you guys have dinner this morning? Why don't you just give me five more groups to carry!"

Coach Song held the stopwatch and cursed angrily at a group of boxers. The boxers wailed, and only Wang Zewen was left silently picking up the dumbbells and continuing to run...

"Use your waist hard! Who asked you to use your arms! Drive the inertia of your waist! Inertia! Didn't you go to junior high school? Didn't you study physics?"

The 30-pound giant ax is lifted up and then chopped hard on the wood. This training of raw strength can strengthen the waist muscles, and eventually the fists become two big axes. Whoever cuts them will die...

"Strengthen your neck and hit your knees! Stability is the most important thing! After hugging, you must hug tightly! Lift your knees and hit them! If you hit them hard, your skull will crack! The solution is to lower your elbows! Don't lower your head and try to get around. , you can’t move faster than someone else’s legs! When the time comes, you can send it up and have people bump into it!”

The Muay Thai coach held down Wang Zewen's head and began to explain carefully. The boxers participating in other weight classes were listening carefully. Until the coach raised his knee, he was instantly blocked by Awen. His extremely fast reaction speed stunned the other boxers... ...

"Count! Count! Call me out!"

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!"

Putting his hands next to his ears, curling his knees and raising them upwards, after completing the ten abdominal muscle contraction movements, Coach Song put on the gloves and hit Wang Zewen's abdominal muscles with his fists with all his strength.

"Come again! Shout out! Are you a bitch! Louder for me!..."

He used the fastest punch speed to hit the lob very hard, and hit the lob back and forth to form a phantom. The whole room was filled with the crackling sound of the lob, until Teacher Song brought in a boxer who was similar in height and weight to Wang Zewen.

"Awen! Your sparring partner is here!"

When Wang Zewen turned around, there was a spark of friction with his sparring partner. He threw the protective gear to him and took the lead on the ring. After the two of them exchanged fists, they started to fight! But he was accidentally punched in the cheek by his sparring partner.

"Your holding frame is too low! Be more serious!"

After attacking each other several times, they found an opening and hit the sparring partner with a superman punch on the face. In slow motion, the entire facial muscles of the face were distorted in an instant, and then he fell to the ground unconscious.

A page was torn off a calendar, and then it was quickly interspersed with daily training. The audience could feel the passage of time. The penultimate page was torn off, and finally the time stayed on November 1st.

"Comprehensive Fighting Championship" officially begins!

"..."