General, take it easy

Today, Lan Yunze was wearing a light blue hoodie, beige slacks, and white sneakers given by his wife.

This outfit is refreshing and clean, full of contemporary college student style.

With slender arms, holding a selfie stick high, her fair face is full of pride.

"Hi everyone, I'm Lan Yunze. Today I brought you to the National Martial Arts Competition, the registration site for the h competition area. I'll show you around today."

As soon as Lan Yunze's face appeared, the elasticity was quickly taken over by Yan Gou.

"Missing persons appear."

"Little brother, do you still remember that you are an anchor? You have been missing for so long without any reason, 555 doesn't care, I want my little brother to kiss me before I can get up."

"I'm the only one who noticed the anchor's feet. Are those shoes the NBA's limited-edition sneakers this fall?"

"The local tyrants don't explain it. The key is the limited edition. Even if you have money, you can't buy it. Jealousy makes me completely unrecognizable."

There were all kinds of things on the bullet screen, and there were even fancy ones who praised their looks, even Lan Yunze was embarrassed to praise them.

Sigh, the people of this dynasty are really passionate.

Lan Yunze has gradually gotten used to this live broadcast method, and he won't watch anyone's barrage in particular.

When you encounter interesting barrage, you will also interact with everyone.

Holding a selfie stick, he came to the registration office,

At the registration office, a middle-aged Liang man of about 40 years old sat,

Wearing a black Tang suit, with big back hair and combed shiny, why is the outfit full of sense,

Seeing that Lan Yunze came to sign up, he looked him up and down, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "Where are you going to be a student, don't make trouble here."

Lan Yunze looked down and saw that he was indeed young in this attire, so he cupped his hands and said, "I'm here to participate in the Martial Arts Conference, and I want to ask for a registration form."

The middle-aged man looked at him with stern eyes, and thought to himself, which fanciful martial arts fan is this?

"Young boy, you are so small, why are you here to participate in the martial arts competition? This is not a play"

Lan Yunze put down his hand and sighed helplessly.

He could see that this person was deliberately embarrassing.

So he smiled politely: "Dare to ask senior, how can I allow my registration?"

Seeing the other party, Lan Yunze, who was mature and spoke strangely, a middle-aged man, he strengthened his thoughts and became more and more disdainful.

He casually glanced at the sandbag not far away, rolled his eyes, and said, "A martial arts learner pays attention to speed and strength. Go hit the sandbag and let me have a look. If you are satisfied, I will let you sign up."

Lan Yunze smiled heartily, with burning eyes, he said firmly, "Okay, it's a deal."

Lan Yunze fixed the selfie stick on the table, with the lens facing the sandbag,

Due to the last Budokan competition, Lan Yunze's live broadcast room became popular, and now the number of people online is as high as 5000.

"I have a hunch that this middle-aged uncle is going to slap his face,"

"Come on, anchor, slap your face."

"The front row sells peanuts, melon seeds, and grilled fish slices. This comrade puts his foot down."

"I see enough. Professionals come to popularize the science. This sandbag weighs a hundred catties. If you want to play powerfully and beautifully, you can't do it in 5 or 8 years."

"Some people's filters are too thick. I think this time it's the host who slapped me in the face."

Lan Yunze has excellent eyesight, he naturally saw the pop-ups on the screen, but he was not angry.

Shi Shiran took two steps forward and raised his sleeves.

Feet separated into a lunge, hands shaking hands into a fist, and the rather round buttocks made the blood of a group of wolves boil in front of the screen.

Lan Yunze's muscles bulged, and with a fierce swing, his fist hit the sandbag heavily.

There was only a bang, and the sandbag weighing a hundred catties shattered, and the venues were full of sand splashes.

The whole place was silent.

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Goodnight everybody,