mechanical court

Yiwen looked like a wild boar in heat, and his opponent was rolling in the mud, and he had mixed feelings in his heart - defeating a strong opponent was something worth bragging about, and Pasha felt ashamed just looking at his current appearance .

"Hey, stop crying."

He couldn't help but squat down and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Ahhhh!"

It's okay if you don't take a shot, but this shot immediately made the red-haired boy feel humiliated, and his crying became louder.

"Do you know why you lost?"

Seeing that he was so embarrassing, and he was also shameless, Yiwen deliberately stimulated:

"Because a man in a white vest has no taste!"

"..."

Pasha froze for a moment, and stopped crying, but couldn't figure out how the two were related.

At this time, Rom, who came over with a gloomy face, was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong, and looked at the black-haired boy suspiciously, and then recalled—is this really the same thing! ?

"Sorry, I'm really not targeting you."

Ivan stood up with a face of sincerity, and his eyes shifted from the red-haired boy in the mud to Rom. After staying for [-] seconds, he looked around at all the members of the Psychic Power Club:

"I'm saying that for all the people in the white vests present, your aesthetics are flawed!"

"Little brat! You have won Pasha, so you can show off your might!"

Rom's face was livid with anger, he stared at him like a knife, raised the index finger of his left hand, and warned sternly: "But don't question the aesthetics of our club, it's a matter of personality and dignity!"

"Didn't you say that first!?" Ivan retorted immediately.

"..."

Rom was speechless for a while, and his face, which was originally ashen, suddenly turned dark into the bottom of the pot.

"Hahahaha!"

After Ivan slapped the head of the Psychic Power Club hard, Kalenz, who was in a good mood, laughed and walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and praised with relief:

"Young man, you did a good job, and let out a bad breath for our club! Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. Starting today, all the club's resources will be tilted towards you, and you will be trained as a core backbone."

"Thank you minister!" Ivan was in a good mood.

"Good job!"

Kalenz once again gave an encouraging look, then put his hands in his pockets, and walked up to his old opponent like a street gangster, sneering old-fashionedly:

"Actually, it's nothing. It's very rare for your club to have such a rookie. It's not his fault that you can't win against Ivan. After all, it's very difficult to grow towering giant trees in low bushes."

"..."

The veins on both sides of Rom's temples were throbbing violently, and he was obviously on the verge of exploding, but his good upbringing allowed him to control his temper.After all, the loser has already lost, and the sarcasm has been sarcasm, and now he has to stand when he is beaten-willing to admit defeat and keep his promise, this is also the rule of the power club.

He stretched out his hand without saying a word, grabbed Pasha's arm, helped him up from the ground, and then turned and walked towards the gate of the training ground.The members of the Psychic Power Club greeted the two of them back in silence, turned around and stood sideways tacitly, and parted ways. After Rom and Pasha passed through the entire team, everyone followed them like a tide.

After leaving the mixed martial arts club's training ground, the conversation between Pasha and Roma came from afar:

"I'm sorry Minister, I'm ashamed of you!"

"I don't blame you, I missed that black-haired brat."

"Minister, you won't be angry with me, will you?"

"Ah."

"Minister, after I train hard, do I still have a chance to beat him?"

"Ah."

"Minister, I'm not a red-haired dwarf..."

"Ah."

"Minister... Did I just... cry ugly?"

"Ah."

"Wow woohoo!"

Pasha cried even more sadly.

……

On Ivan's side, the members of the mixed martial arts club returned to the lobby, opened the soda immediately, and celebrated happily.

The elated Kalenz seemed particularly excited. After publicly announcing the decision to make Ivan the core backbone, he continued to plan the blueprint for the future.During this process, he told everyone that after fifty days, he would participate in the triennial mixed martial arts competition, and whether he could revitalize the club in the future depended on it.

Amidst the noisy cheers of the crowd, Ivan secretly asked the staff beside him:

"That... I'm new here, I don't understand anything, what's going on in the mixed martial arts competition, is it very powerful?"

"Of course it's great!"

The member responded emphatically, and then found that he was ignorant, nodded in relief, and explained with joy:

"Mixed Martial Arts competitions were originally street fighting competitions where fighters competed in martial arts. Later, with the official recognition and the support of a large number of sponsors, it quickly developed into a federation-wide fighting competition that was broadcast by various TV stations! So, it is a sanctuary for fighters to carnival, if I can break into the top eight in my life, I will have no regrets in this life."

"Then how many rankings should we get based on the minister's strength?" He asked curiously.

"Our minister is already close to the high level of mixed martial arts. If we can break through the last layer of membrane within these fifty days, then we will definitely be able to enter the top sixteen!"

"Minister is so powerful, he is only in the top [-]!?" Yiwen showed surprise just right.

"Of course! Although mixed martial arts has been in decline for a long time, the population base of the Federation is still there! The government will also encourage citizens who have spiritual power but are not subtle enough to become mechanics to become fighters."

The member was a little thirsty at this point, raised his head and took a sip of soda, and continued with excitement:

"...Therefore, in every mixed martial arts competition, a large number of strong fighters will gather together. Among them, there are many fighters who have devoted their entire lives to studying martial arts. For them, high-level mixed martial arts is just a qualification certificate That’s all, our minister is also going to work hard this time... Sigh!”

"..."

Ivan stared at the center of the hall. Although he was drinking soda, he showed a drunken Kalenz, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy—he was desperately trying to save a club that was in decline, so he was facing a club that was about to be destroyed. empire.

But this building is about to collapse, who can turn the tide?

"I toast the minister!"