Martial Arts Master Chapter 34: No. 656
The small hotel near the train station is converted from a formal guest house. It is modeled on a youth hostel. It can be based on beds instead of rooms. It is relatively cheaper. It is suitable for students like him who must save money. .
Of course, this small hotel is a bit more upscale than a youth hostel. According to online reviews, it is quieter and more formal, and not that complicated.
After spending ten minutes jogging to the hotel, Lou Cheng registered his ID card and entered the room under the guidance of the waiter. This is a standard room with a double bed. The one in the room has already been checked in and is sleeping loudly. He was not awakened by the door opening.
Cheng frowned, but when he thought of a small hotel that was only a few dozen dollars, he started to relax again. You can't ask for too much for what you pay for.
Waiting for the waiter to leave, he locks the backpack and valuables into the cabinet of his bed, enters the bathroom lightly, brushes his teeth and takes a bath in the pit. After all this, he takes off his jacket and jeans and lie down on the bed. .
The bed is not soft, but it is much better than the train seat, soothing Lou Cheng's body from every contact point, let his emotions slowly drift away.
A strange city, a strange place, a strange bed, everything is so strange, it doesn't seem to cross the past life at all.
The snoring sound fluctuates, the wind roars outside the window, and the roar of the engine can be heard from time to time. The building is a bit cramped, and it has a sense of independence and independence. It seems that the only person in the world is still awake and enjoying the night Quiet and unfamiliar fresh.
Withdraw his thoughts, he told himself to fall asleep as soon as possible, there will be a game tomorrow, and he must maintain the best mental state.
He sent a message to Yan Zoke, saying that he had arrived in Yanling safely, then charged the phone and pressed it under the inner pillow to avoid being stolen. Then, to fight the snoring noise, he held Yuanshou. One, visualize into silence, letting go of thoughts while the bright nebula slowly turns.
fell asleep unknowingly, but at five thirty, the biological clock urged Lou Cheng to wake up naturally, not lying in bed, turning over neatly, putting on a coat.
After brushing his teeth, washing his face with cold water, combing his hair, he regained his energy, opened the cabinet, took out his things, looked for the backpack, and replaced the inside with the navy blue "Dragon Tiger Club" The martial arts suit, then, with his luggage on his back, tiptoed out of the room, went through the formalities with the surprised gaze of the front desk on duty, and walked out the door.
It was dark at around five in the morning in the winter. The stalls were not opened early, and only a few cleaners were sweeping the snow nearby. Fortunately, it was a big city with street lights everywhere, illuminating people in the biting cold wind. The future.
took out his mobile phone, opened the map, searched the route of the competition venue and the current location, Lou Cheng muttered:
"It’s only a little over 20 kilometers away, isn’t it very far? Just run over, just as a morning exercise to warm up for the game."
20 kilometers early? Not very far? The cleaner next to him raised his head and looked at Lou Cheng blankly, suspecting that he had heard him wrong.
Even if you take a taxi, this is not close, right?
moved his muscles and bones, Lou Cheng carried a backpack, ran, facing the cold wind, rushing into the darkness, and ran until the morning light was shining, the sun was rising, and the traffic on the street gradually increased.
Less than seven o’clock, he arrived at the competition venue-Yanling Martial Arts Center, stood a static pile nearby, practiced play, and finished warming up. Then he found an early shop and ate in one go. Five big buns with fresh meat, drank a cup of soy milk contentedly.
At this time, the phone rang, and Yan Zike returned a message: "Lazy Orange, get up! Be careful of being late for the game!"
A strange place and a familiar chat, Lou Cheng smiled unconsciously on his face: "The handsome guy has already got up! I'm all near the stadium."
"For the game, you really worked hard. I went to bed so late last night." Yan Zike made a "touching his head" expression, "Is your spirit okay? If you play in the afternoon, you can find one first. Place to sleep for a while."
"I'm nervous and excited, I'm in good spirits." Lou Cheng described his state truthfully and made a smirk.
Yan Zoke did not mention the topic of making Lou Cheng perform well, and talked until he arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and turned off his communication tools.
Lou Cheng put away his mobile phone and carried a backpack, and went to the reception of the main committee of the tournament. After lining up for a few minutes, he handed the invitation letter to the reception girl.
The delicate girl with light-colored glasses looked through the invitation letter, entered the number into the computer, and compared the information.
"Please verify my ID." She gave Lou Cheng a little curiously.
has no ranks and is full of taste for students. How did he get the invitation letter?
Cheng turned out his ID card and handed it over. The reception girl carefully verified it several times before returning it back, and gave a black round card, half the size of a palm, with a phoenix embossed on it and the number "656" .
"This is your number and voucher. After entering the venue, first go to each big screen to look at the match table, find your opponent, the ring where you are, and the number of matches. Go to the side in advance and wait if you want More detailed information about the opponent can be obtained from the service desk." Qingxiu said seriously and responsibly.
"I’m sorry to trouble you." Lou Cheng smiled and thanked him, "Excuse me, I have another question, is there a place to store my luggage?"
"Yes, look for the service desk." The reception girl gave a standard smile.
Yanling Budokan is bigger than Lou Cheng’s imagination. There are at least 20,000 or 30,000 seats for the audience. In addition to the huge arena in the center of the venue, the surrounding practice ranges are separated by white lines from nine simple arenas. In the first few rounds , When there are many warriors, ten arenas will compete at the same time, one after another, and the most concerned part is arranged in the central arena.
When it came to the group stage, the simple ring was removed, and the competition was only in the central ring.
There are many large screens in the stadium for distant audiences to use or replay wonderful moments. At this moment, the page is turning to display the match table, Lou Cheng leaned in front of one of the pieces, looking for his name based on the number.
After turning a few pages on the screen, he finally saw himself:
"The seventh ring, the fifth game, the '656' building was completed, 18 years old, gradeless, '237' Liu Yinglong, 22 years old, fourth amateur."
I wiped it, and I came across a fourth-grade amateur master... Lou Cheng was aggrieved. Although it is much better than a professional ninth or even eighth-grade expert, for myself, this is already the next best thing. Signed, I am quite confident against the amateurs.
Is it really going to be a round trip, change your sign and go home today?
Forget it, let’s increase actual combat experience!
In front of another screen, several men are also looking at the match table.
"Eighteen years old, gradeless, big brother, you are really lucky." A mustache wrapped in a dark down jacket smiled at the leader.
The head of is an ordinary young man with thick but messy eyebrows and traces of pimples on his forehead. The most striking thing about him is his arms, which are much longer than normal people, almost reaching the knees. exaggeration.
Faced with the cheers of the juniors and sisters, Liu Yinglong calmly shook his head: "It's not worth the joy for the time being."
"Why not be happy? Big brother, this is the best and best opponent, right? Eighteen years old, gradeless!" a girl in martial arts uniforms wondered.
Liu Yinglong took a deep breath: "There is another kind of person who is also eighteen-year-old and has no rank. The direct disciples of the martial arts martial arts club do not bother to participate in the amateur pre-qualified competition, and wait for a teacher to become a professional."
"That's right." At first, the mustache showed a little worry, "Big brother, let's go and check for detailed information."
Ten arenas are competing at the same time. Naturally, it is impossible for the audience to appreciate it. They will make corresponding choices. The selection criterion is to look at the match table and determine whether they are not interested and whether the time is right according to the situation of the opponents. Appropriate, when you have a general goal, you will go to the service desk to ask for the detailed information of the players and make the final selection. As for the warriors and competitions that are highly valued, the service desk will also recommend to the audience.
Cheng, carrying a big bag, was in front of one of the service counters. While waiting, he took out his mobile phone and opened the web page, wondering what happened to the draw between "Road to the Ring" and "One Punch" kind.
In the Dragon Tiger Club forum, the live post of the "Phoenix Cup Xiaowu Sheng arena" has been established. "The Road to the Ring" said with a funny expression: "I'm lucky. I got the amateur Seventh Rank guy. It seems I In this arena, the goddess of luck is favored by the goddess of luck, and the small boxing is also okay. The opponent's amateur fifth grade, the gap with him is quite obvious."
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"The world is beautiful" and other female IDs also cheered on, and demanded the "Road to the Ring" and "One Punch Invincible" photos.
"When we win this game, I'll take a photo!" "Road to the Ring" replied with a slight complacency.
Lou Cheng bared his teeth, quite envious of their luck.
lined up in front of the service counter. He asked for information about his opponent and himself, stored his backpack, and walked to the seventh ring while watching.
"Liu Yinglong, male, 22 years old, a major disciple of Baiyuan Martial Arts Hall in Yanling City, he only started practicing martial arts at the age of 20. He is currently a fourth-grade amateur and is good at thong arm fist..." Guilty conscience.
On the other side, Liu Yinglong also got the information, glanced at it, and laughed: "Fortunately, I didn’t encounter that kind of monster. I was just a rookie to increase the actual combat experience. Ready."
The moustache in the dark down jacket took a look: "Song University students? How come to race so far?"
"Maybe your home is nearby." Liu Yinglong said indifferently, "Your opponents are relatively strong, so you have to work hard and deal with it carefully."
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When Cheng found the seventh ring, the game was about to start. The first two warriors boarded the ring, and the audience was sparse, so it could only be regarded as dotted with seats, and most of the eyes were in the center. Ring.
"Watching the game so close, you can gain something..." He comforted himself.
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