Chapter 91

Just ask, is there anything more outrageous to Chinese people than these four words?

According to records, the origin of the sick man in East Asia is that the 11th Olympic Games were held in Berlin in 1936. China has declared nearly 30 entries and sent more than 140 delegations. In all the entries, except for the pole vaulter entering the semi-finals, others were eliminated in the preliminary competition, and finally the whole army was destroyed. When the Chinese delegation returned home via Singapore, a foreign cartoon was published in the local newspapers to satirize the Chinese people: under the Olympic five rings, a group of Chinese people with long braids, long gowns and jackets described as thin and withered, carrying a big duck egg on a stretcher, entitled "sick man of East Asia". Since then, "sick man of East Asia" has become the scorn of foreigners, especially Japanese devils, for Chinese people.

Whether the record is true or false, it is a national shame. But the Japanese even used the term "sick man of East Asia" as a derogatory and abusive term to China. The contempt and contempt are heartbreaking. I have seen this word in many movies and TV plays, and most of them are Japanese who use this word to satirize and insult Chinese people. One of my favorite movies is that the Japanese in Jingwu gate scolded the sick man of East Asia in China and Chen Zhen let the Japanese eat paper. No matter whether this scene has historical basis or not, it has inspired countless Chinese people and made us boiling with blood.

But at this time, Matsushita came out with such a sentence!

It surprised and outraged me. What's surprising is that even today, some Japanese call China "sick man of East Asia". The Japanese are short in stature and thin in eyes. What's their right to insult the Chinese like this? Indignant is that I have no good feelings for the Japanese. In this way, I am more determined to put Matsushita in the right place!

Competition in martial arts generally calls for martial arts friends, friendship first, martial arts second, until the point. I also prefer to follow this rule. But for the Japanese people who don't speak rules and don't understand rules, I think this rule can be an exception!

So I said, "little Japanese." Then he clenched his fist.

Of course, these behaviors and psychological struggles are only brief episodes. Looking at Matsushita in front of him, I think he alludes to the common ugly faces of Japanese people.

I thought to myself: I must beat up this Japanese guard!

After a round of twists and turns with the "first round" sign, the competition between me and Junichiro Matsushita officially began.

To my surprise, Panasonic looks tough on the surface, but its actual skill is not as excellent as imagined.

In the beginning, I attacked Matsushita's head with combo boxing. In my belief, I was mixed with hatred of Japan. To be exact, I didn't regard the competition with Matsushita as a competition, but a blind vent of anger. Maybe this idea is wrong, but at that time, I couldn't control my impulse. My combo fist suddenly blossomed on Panasonic Junichiro's head. He didn't even have the ability to defend before he waited for the attack, just holding his head to fight. There were fierce shouts and cheers from the audience. I heard a lot of radical words in Chinese, such as "maiming little Japan". But at this time, I couldn't calm down. My blood was boiling. I regarded the shouts of the audience as a kind of super power, which made me constantly exert my fist power. In a moment, I was in a mess Well, hold your head.

Until the referee stopped, I couldn't bear to stop fighting with Matsushita.

To be exact, it's addictive. Beating the Japanese made me feel more happy than ever. As for my barbarism, I can only say that I am not a eminent monk or a Taoist. I also have feelings, love and hate. As a Chinese, especially a Chinese soldier, I can't forget the crimes committed by the Japanese against China. Therefore, this Panasonic Junichiro must bear all my dissatisfaction and prejudice.

The arena is like a battlefield. The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This is the same law from top to bottom.

Unless you are better than me, I will cut you off and let you taste the taste of being bullied

At this moment, I think I have a simple idea, just like the children who have just seen Anti Japanese movies.

Next, Matsushita learned a lesson and began to evade me with his own quality and skills. However, the gap of strength doomed his disadvantage. With a little strength, I broke the defense line composed of his hands and feet. The split was another fierce attack, which made Matsushita hit seven haunts and eight elements in a mess.

In the second set, I didn't give Junichiro Matsushita any chance to pull back his disadvantage, and continued to attack him on the head with combination fist. Within a few rounds, Matsushita had been knocked unconscious.

I saw that his defeat was over. I was a little relieved. Then I began to play three legs in a row. Three strokes on the right leg hit his knee, abdomen and chin instantly.

Panasonic stumbled to the ground.

The referee ran to him and gave him a few seconds, three or two. Just about to count "one", Panasonic stood up breathlessly with his hands.

But just barely stop, legs a sudden acid, and a stagger.

He looked at me with a pitiful look, as if begging for mercy, as if he wanted to continue to accumulate strength to fight with me.

But where is his chance?

He is now like a pestilent rooster, without any arrogance, contempt or arrogance.

He is just like a weed in the wind. When the wind blows, his body will shake violently.

Maybe it's bushido spirit. This Panasonic Junichiro still hasn't given up, as if he wants to continue fighting. He raised his fist and pointed weakly at me to keep fighting.

To be exact, I was moved by his spirit. If it wasn't for his persistent spirit of refusing to give up, I think I would continue to launch a fierce attack on him. I would even hurt his heart.

So, subconsciously, I decided not to kill him. I want to preserve a little dignity for this poor samurai.

However, just at this time, under the challenge arena, a Japanese in karate clothes suddenly pulled out a white towel and threw it towards the challenge arena. And the mouth in less fluent English shouted: "don't play, don't play, we admit defeat, we admit defeat!"

This Japanese seems to be a little older than Panasonic Junichiro. Maybe it should be Panasonic's coach, colleague, or just a temporary leader of the Miss contestant.

The game stopped, but it was doubted by the media and the audience.

Afterwards, a columnist of the exchange meeting interviewed the Japanese coach who threw the white towel and asked him why he threw the white towel in the middle of the course, whether it was inconsistent with the bushido spirit of Japan. The Japanese coach said with emotion: "I can't lose a proud guard of the emperor because of a game. That Chinese guard is so savage. He doesn't look like he's competing. He looks like he's fighting. He's killing people. "

Of course, I have an absolute advantage to advance to the top eight.

After the match, on the way back to the apartment, Yu Meng couldn't help asking, "Zhao long, when did you become so savage? Just now, your match with that Japanese guard was just as cruel as that of American Wrestling."

The so-called American wrestling is not wrestling. The "horns" here include boxing, kicking, elbowing, throwing and almost all other unarmed fighting techniques. The competition venue is allowed to extend to the stands or even the rest room. Therefore, wrestling should be a more primitive, casual, fiery and exciting free fight. There are also great differences between wrestling and wrestling in the form of competitions, such as the most popular hell cage competition, the live burial competition, the hardcore competition that can use lethal weapons, the Royal 30 person war, etc., which is not possible in wrestling. Wrestling is known by many as the cruelest fight in the world. It is famous for its cruelty and ferocity.

From the dream even compared me with wrestling, it can be seen that I was really cruel to Matsushita at that time.

To be exact, now that I am calmer, I am still shocked by my excitement just now.

I've never attacked a person like that, let alone my peers in the competition.

Then the dream said: "I found a kind of wild beauty in you. This kind of wild beauty is very adorable. "

I quickly waved and smiled, "don't tell me, don't worship brother, brother is just a legend." Apply a popular fashion line, but also feel the atmosphere is awe inspiring.

"Small sample son, see you get se."

I changed the topic and said: "after so many matches, my body is a little bit sour. You dream, and you can massage me after you go back, OK?"

From dream indignant way: "Zhao long, you treat me as massage miss, right?"

I said, "no way. It's not your skill. It's very comfortable for you to put your little hand on you. "

From the dream turned to smile, face shy way: "really?"

I praised and said, "that's not true. Your massage technique is soft in the rigidity, soft in the rigidity, which is much higher than those professional masseurs, many. "

"You want to say that, I would like to help you. I'll help you exercise your muscles when you go back. I'm sure I'm tired after so many matches. "

I said with a bad smile, "that's great. Listen to you say so, my body's fatigue has been alleviated a lot

Back to the apartment, Yumeng didn't break his promise, and took the initiative to enter the bedroom with me.

I sit on the edge of the bed with my dream on the bed, my slender hands from head to foot, helping me to relax my muscles inch by inch.

I enjoyed it with my eyes half closed and my whole body relaxed.

"Is it comfortable?" he asked as he massaged me

"Comfortable," I said

Take my hand from the dream, put it in my arms and press it gently.

I enjoyed her soft and delicate hands, kneading them on my arms. She has some skillful techniques, moderate strength and skillful movements. She Yanks her fingers and makes a clear sound. Because of the close distance, the fragrance of her body pierced into my nostrils, which was very clear. When you open your eyes, you will see a bright and graceful image. A gorgeous Chinese red, long sleeve stand collar fashion "fake cheongsam" will tie the body tightly, the skin is shiny and bright, the chest is bulging and plump