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After a while, the applause slowly stopped.

After it was over, these onlookers blew their hands.

My hands hurt...

"Thank you for coming." The host turned around, opened his hand, and shouted to the audience, "Today's game is about to start, everyone can move to the field, I hope today's game can make everyone enjoy it!"

Then, the five muscular men wearing animal headgear began to exit in an orderly manner.

The cameraman next to him also put a lens cap on the camera, ready to finish work.

When the onlookers saw that the event was over, they also dispersed. Some left the Dongdu National Technical Hall directly, while others crossed Guangyou and went upstairs to the stadium.

"Mr. Maori, thanks to you today."

The host handed the microphone to the assistant next to him, walked up to Uncle Maori, and smiled charmingly, "If you are interested, you can also go upstairs to watch the game. Today’s game is not for me. It’s absolutely exciting. Of course it’s free if you go."

"I will check it out." Uncle Maori nodded and accepted the free gift calmly, "If there is nothing to do, I will go up first."

The host nodded quickly: "Okay, I hope Mr. Maori will have a good time today. If you have anything, you can call me."

After some greetings, Uncle Maori walked off the stage, ready to go upstairs to the stadium to have a look at the free game, don’t watch it for nothing.

"That's it?" Guangyou looked at the scattered crowd, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He thought there would be other activities after guessing the players, but it was over?

That's it?

Forget it, it doesn't matter to him, let's go upstairs to watch the game.

The crowds onlookers dispersed, and the crowds were so dense that Uncle Maori walked to the stairs before seeing Guangyou and his group. He asked a little surprised: "Huh, why are you here?"

"We are here to watch the game." Guangyou explained, "Sister Yuanzi sent a few tickets. It happened that there was nothing to do on the day off. Sister Xiaolan took us over to meet the world."

"Okay, let's go up together." Uncle Maori whispered while looking at the somewhat overcrowded stairs, "I don't know what's so good about this kind of trick to deceive children, so many people watch it."

Fortunately, the voice was light, and the footsteps kept coming and going. The spit was not heard by others, otherwise Uncle Maori would definitely receive a lot of people's eyes.

When the flow of people on the stairs decreased, a group of people went upstairs to the stadium.

"Really, I took this job because the salary was good." Uncle Maori sat in the seat and complained with a distressed expression. "I didn't expect to come over to play a clown."

"I think it's okay." Xiao Lan closed the brochure and said, "In fact, this kind of competition is quite popular among young people. I still remember that there is a nirvana called... strange, what is it called? Coming?"

Before coming, she had known in advance that the name of the nirvana was very frequent, but at this time, she couldn't remember it.

"Sister Xiaolan, don't think about it if you don't think about it." Guangyou raised his head, motioned to the central ring, and said, "The game is about to start, so concentrate on watching the game."

"If it weren't for free, I wouldn't have watched this trick of deceiving children." Uncle Maori slumped in his seat, squinting at the players on the ring, "No matter how wonderful the game is, it will be performed. It doesn't mean anything."

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"Play beautifully!"

The cheers made Guangyou glance to the side, and saw Uncle Maori stand up excitedly, waving his arms, still shouting in his mouth, "It's really enjoyable!"

Is this really fragrant?

Sure enough, no human being can escape the "law of true fragrance".

Conan looked at Uncle Maori speechlessly, and slandered to himself: "I didn't look at it, but I was still very honest."

Sitting back in his seat, Uncle Maori asked with some intent: "Xiao Lan, when will the wolf-faced fighter they mentioned just now come on the court? Hearing from them, I seem to hate it."

Because the garden gave a one-day pass, that is, a ticket to enter and exit the stadium at will, so when entering the stadium, the staff gave several people a schedule of today's game.

"Let me see." Xiaolan looked at the timetable and said, "The wolf face fighter is going to participate in the middleweight championship today, which is the finale of this morning."

"That means he is likely to become the final champion?" Uncle Maori couldn't help but exclaimed. No wonder the organizer would ask him to participate in the event. It turned out to be for the wolf face fighter to build momentum.

"He must be the champion."

Xiao Ai flipped through the brochure and said in a voice that only her and Guangyou could hear, "Now he maintains a record of complete victory. If he loses, he will become more popular than ever before. In the future, he will become an ordinary player. Winning can keep the heat, and it can also make the audience full of expectations."

Turning his head to look at Xiao Ai, Guangyou smiled lightly. Of course he knew this, but he still pretended not to know, and said, "Is that right? It seems to make sense to hear you say this."

Close the brochure, Xiao Ai looked at Guangyou, and then turned back to look at the central arena. She could see that Guangyou was cooperating with her, but she still pretended not to know, and said indifferently: "As long as you bring in the merchant You can also see these from the angle of view."

The corners of the mouths of the two men sprang up with a smile that was hard to find.

This feeling is very interesting.

"It's probably him." Xiaolan didn't think so much, closed the brochure, and said, "He once swore that if he loses, he will take off his mask in future matches, but he is now over sixty. He has won all five games, so I think he still has a little strength, and he should not lose this time."

"It turned out to be like this. Then he has a match point every time." Uncle Maori nodded and said suddenly, "After all, you have to reveal your identity if you lose."

"However, I really want to see him lose the game." Xiaolan explained, "After all, if he loses, then we can see him."

"I see, that guy may be the ugly man number one in the sky, otherwise it is some bald middle-aged uncle, and he is confident in his own strength, so he specially found a mask to wear, and then The purpose of taking that oath is to make you not pay attention to his looks."

Uncle Maori seemed to know the truth, holding his hands, and said confidently, "In fact, he did it too. When the number of winning streaks increases, then everyone will increasingly expect how many consecutive matches he will maintain. Win instead of caring about what he looks like."

"Even if you accidentally lose in the future, everyone will know that he is capable, his appearance is not important, and this oath can help him publicize."

These remarks are justified and convincing.

Both Xiaolan and Conan nodded thoughtfully.

Guangyou, who was sitting aside, also nodded, and said in agreement: "Uncle's words have some truth, but he shouldn't be ugly. After all, if he is really not afraid of taking off the mask, he will not make such an oath. "

At this point, Guangyou paused for a while, then said with a serious face: "Like a bull warrior, he never takes off his mask."

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