Chapter 80 If I don’t break your legs, I won’t be called Chao Jiugui!

Cao Xueqing watched Shen Mo walk up to the stage step by step.

Although the latter was wearing a full set of protective gear, she was still worried and followed him to the outside of the ring involuntarily.

As a coach, she is qualified to be in this position.

She thought that if anything changed during the game, she would rush into the ring as quickly as possible to prevent Shen Mo from getting seriously injured.

The island nation was a little surprised when they saw that the person who came up was not Xu Linguang who appeared at the beginning, but an unfamiliar young Chinese man.

But I didn’t delve into it too much.

After all, this does not violate the principle rules.

After Guo Hansheng explained the situation to the Provincial Sports Commission, the latter also acquiesced to the move.

Instead, there was a commotion in the audience.

First, let’s look at the Taekwondo team.

"Hey, isn't this that little pervert?"

"Fuck, why is he here?"

"Ah...why is it him?"

"Isn't this a gift? How can he beat Chao Jiugui?"

"Are the Sanda team crazy to choose him?"

"That's weird. How dare that little pervert go up there? Could he be the legendary hidden master?"

"You've watched too much TV."

"It's over, it's over. Today, you little pervert will be beaten into a flatworm..."

This is the Sanda team.

The bearded senior brother was originally sitting next to Shen Mo, sighing.

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that the junior fellow student beside him suddenly stood up and walked towards coach Cao Xueqing in the front row.

I saw him saying something in the front row and then shaking his fist at the wall.

Due to the perspective, he did not see Shen Mo hit the dynamometer.

However, the next second, Senior Brother Xu Linjiang actually took off his protective gear and helped Shen Mo put it on.

Ah this?

What's going on?

The bearded senior brother was stunned!
You know, excluding Senior Brother Wang Meng who is the coach in the amateur group, Xu Linjiang is the best player in the professional group.

With his strength and status, not only did he give up his spot, but he also provided protective gear for his junior brother Shen Mo like an assistant?
What's going on here?
Is it because two generals, Wang Meng and He Song, have been injured, so the team has to keep the remaining senior brother Xu Linjiang?
But if that's the case, letting Shen Mo, who has only been here for thirty days, fight against Chao Jiugui, aren't you afraid that Shen Mo will be seriously injured?

The bearded senior brother and the other members of the professional team were all puzzled.

It’s not that no one thought that Shen Mo replaced Xu Linjiang because he was stronger.

But the probability of this happening is too low!
It’s so low that even the thought of it is laughable.

The amateur group sitting in the back was in an even greater commotion.

"Oh my god, who's coming up?"

"What the hell, you little pervert?"

"Am I seeing things? The little pervert is actually going to fight Chao Jiugui?"

"Don't call me that. At least I'm fighting for my country now."

"I don't care. Who allowed him to touch my goddess, Coach Cao? You little pervert, little pervert!"

"you……"

"Brother Gohan, at this moment, I want to compose a dirty poem." This is a thin boy.

"Oh, I'm all ears." This is Son Gohan.

"You little pervert used to be as happy as a god, but today Junior Brother Shen was beaten like a dead ghost." The thin boy shook his head and chanted.

He was still resentful that Shen Mo had monopolized the opportunity to train closely with Cao Xueqing.

"Brother, you are so talented! I admire you." Son Gohan praised, "But I also occasionally come up with good works."

"Oh, I'd like to hear more about it."

"It hurts to cry, old uncle, I feel dizzy, little holes, flowing water, clamping, fiddling, thin slit, is it thin? Sucking yang, below the knees, heartbroken man, lick it again." The surrounding crazy men couldn't help but laugh.

Gossip less, get down to business.

Everyone returned to the matter of Shen Mo's battle against Chao Jiugui.

"This kid Shen Mo also has a problem with his brain."

"That's right. Senior Brother Wang Meng couldn't beat Chao Jiugui. Wouldn't he lose even more miserably if he went up?"

"I think the team might want to protect Senior Brother Xu Linjiang."

"Well, that's possible, but wouldn't Shen Mo be miserable?"

"He went to the front just to show off in front of Teacher Cao, didn't he?"

"Fuck! Is that worth it? If I get hurt, won't I have sequelae for the rest of my life?"

"You won't get hurt, right? Isn't there a referee?"

"Are you stupid? If a fight really breaks out, will the referee be able to stop it in time? Look at how disfigured Senior Brother Wang Meng is!"

"Yeah, that's right. Shen Mo is indeed a pervert! For Teacher Cao, he even ignored his injuries!"

"He deserves the hammer if he asks for it. He deserves the injury!"

"..."

On Zhang Zhenlin's side, when he saw that the last player of the Sanda Team was that "little pervert", the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

It’s stable now!

Even Wang Meng couldn't beat Chao Jiugui, so how could this new embryo possibly do so?

Moreover, he also saw Cao Xueqing coming to the edge of the ring with a nervous look on her face, as if she was ready to rush in to save the "little pervert" at any time.

What does this mean?
This shows that the “little pervert” is too weak and she is afraid that he will be beaten to death by Chao Jiugui!

Zhang Zhenlin has already started to imagine that his uncle will come to the sports center and announce that he will take the position of deputy director of the center.

Next, he could find an opportunity to control Cao Xueqing.

For example, taking funds for the Sanda team and other matters, advancing step by step.

For example, find an excuse to go out and study and communicate with her.

For example, taking her to visit his new villa.

If that doesn't work, then take advantage of the social event to get her drunk and then force herself on her?
Of course, the latter is the worst of the worst options, and it will not be done unless the preparations are foolproof.

Tsk tsk tsk!
Thinking of the day when his erotic dream would come true, with the Valkyrie-like Cao Xueqing enjoying herself under his crotch, Zhang Zhenlin was so excited that his teeth were grinning.

In the arena.

Chao Jiugui looked at Shen Mo coldly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Is this the finale player from China?

Although his previous opponent, Wang Meng, was slightly worse than himself, he was still a good opponent.

If it weren't so bulky, it might be more fun to play.

According to common sense, the finale player should be stronger.

But Chao Jiugui didn't expect that after waiting for half a day, he would end up facing an opponent like Shen Mo.

Not only is he less than 1.8 meters tall, but his muscles don't even appear to be very strong. At most, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.

Although physique is not very important in fighting, how many of my powerful punches can such a skinny guy withstand?

Thinking of this, Chao Jiugui couldn't help but stretch out his fan-like palm and clench it into a fist in protest.

"Boy, if you don't want to be beaten to tears by me, just surrender early." He grinned with a cruel and beast-like smile on his face, as if he was intimidating a child.

Although this person's Chinese is difficult to understand, it is still understandable.

Who would have thought that Shen Mo would not even look at him, and said calmly: "Hurry up and start, I'll beat you up so I can beat the next one!"

Hearing this, Chao Jiugui narrowed his eyes instantly, and a hint of violence flashed in his eyes.

But what made him even more angry was Shen Mo's attitude of not taking him seriously at all.

Bagayaloo!
He has always looked down on the Chinese!
You are a weak little guy, and you dare to look down on me?

If I don't break your legs today, I won't be called Chao Jiugui who swept across China!
(End of this chapter)