What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

The hoarse voice of the host sounded again, and the cheers of the audience stopped temporarily.

"The winner is!"

"green!"

"Wood!"

"manage!"

As the long tail sounded throughout the arena, Aoki Division's arm was raised high by the referee, his mouth curled up, his expression of indifference in eyes was frantically recorded by the reporter.

The cheers of the audience came again like mountains and seas, deafening.

With the announcement of the result, Miyata Yusuke knelt down on the ground weakly again, covered his face, and cried bitterly.

How could Miyata not know that this time, he was really going to be a shameful backdrop.

Many reporters recorded his appearance at this time, but Aoki Si next to him only raised one corner of his mouth slightly, and his eyes were indifferent.

The host handed the microphone to Aokiji, and his voice was a little excited: "Contestant Aokiji, do you have anything to say to the audience and the audience in front of the TV?"

Aoki took the microphone and said with a smile: "Thank you my friends, Wuyang's classmates, such as Saeko-senpai, Ahu, Xinmei, of course! And my sister."

"And my coaching team, without your support and encouragement, maybe I wouldn't be here today."

"at last!"

Pointing to the octagonal cage under his feet, Qing Musi said loudly: "It doesn't matter who my opponent is tomorrow!"

"Enjoy tonight!"

"The king is coming! (The king is coming)"

Turning his head, Aoki Tsukasa looked at Miyata Yusuke, sneered and said loudly: "Good night! Mother fucker! (Good night! Bastard!)"

When the host saw that Aokiji had uttered obscenities, he hurriedly took the microphone back and said loudly, "Let's give Aokiji another warm cheer!"

Amidst the cheers, Aoki stepped down from the ring with his head held high. The applause and cheers made his heart beat violently and his blood surge.

For some unknown reason, Aokiji's brain popped out a sentence: A man should be like this!

come on!

Give me all the applause and cheers!

Is this him the charm of mixed martial arts!

Sitting by the fence under the octagonal cage, facing the auditorium, Aoki Division opened his arms and let out a roar of excitement.

Chapter 270 Second Help Me With Aoki Division

Aokiji calmed down in the audience for a long time with a little excitement, and finally calmed down. He was almost unharmed and didn't even feel the exhaustion of his physical strength. Beside him, Song Shanyan and others had already opened champagne to celebrate tonight Hearty victory.

Of course, the champagne is not for Aokiji - he has a match tomorrow, so he is not eligible to enjoy it yet.

He took out his mobile phone, and no surprises, congratulatory text messages flooded in like snowflakes.

Aoki Secretary sent back a proud emoticon package to Maeda Tiger and Matsuzaka Daitake, and then began to send messages of concern to Qiongxian.

"Qiong, how's it going?" Aoki Division was a little nervous, he had tried his best to make himself play perfectly.

Qiong replied quickly: "You are handsome! The nurses are praising you."

Aoki Si laughed, and Busujima Saeko also sent a message of congratulations, after chatting with Yako for a few words, his smile gradually faded a lot.

"Heart beauty..."

After hesitating for a while, Aoki Division clicked on the message from Zhaoqiao Xinmei.

"Si is super handsome today! All my friends have become your fans!"

There was no trace of grievance in Zhaoqiao Xinmei's words, Aoki Si breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Thank you, I will continue to work hard!"

Turn off Line, open the text message, and as expected, Xiaochun's text message was also sent to the phone.

"It's amazing! I didn't expect Si to be so powerful now! Sure enough, Si is Si, completely different from people like me. However, the Si on TV is so different from the Si before..."

Matsuura Koharu's text message was a bit unfinished, and Aoki Tsukasa didn't know whether the last ellipsis was a sigh or a disappointment. Aoki Tsukasa himself didn't know what image he had in Matsuura Koharu's head, he hesitated for a while, and replied: "Thank you! It's a little exaggerated."

After returning, Secretary Aoki stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket, looked at Song Shanyan and the others who were still celebrating beside him and said with a smile: "Okay, it's time for us to watch their game."

Old John drank the champagne in his hand and snorted: "That's right, look at you, no young man is calm yet."

Song Shanyan smiled a little awkwardly, he was the one who was most excited just now, coughed twice, and patted Aoki on the shoulder: "You played very beautifully today! After tomorrow's game is over, I will have a celebration banquet for you."

"Forget it, let's wait until I win the championship." Aoki Secretary smiled and clenched his fists: "This is just the beginning."

Old John slapped Song Shanyan's back with a slap, and Song Shanyan grinned in pain, but nodded obediently.

"That's right, before you win the championship, everything is empty." Old John nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "You kid, not bad."

This is a rare face-to-face compliment from Old John. Aoki Si laughed, looked at Song Shanyan who was smiling wryly, and raised his eyebrows: "Let's go!"

Song Shanyan naturally nodded in agreement, and the group simply tidied up from the dressing room, walked in through the entrance of the auditorium, and came to the seats in the front row that had long been vacant.

On the way, although Aoki Division deliberately covered his bald head with the hood of the sweater, Song Shanyan and the others beside him were too muscular. After walking a few steps, an audience excitedly raised their mobile phones to take pictures of Aoki Division Fortunately, my seat is in the VIP seat, close to the octagonal cage. The people near this position are either rich or expensive, so they will not bother Aoki Secretary.

"Saeko." Aoki Si's eyes lit up, and he walked to his seat in two or three steps. The ticket he gave to Busujima Saeko was next to his seat. Busujima Saeko nodded to Aoki Division with a smile, and said softly: "It was a beautiful fight."