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Although the National Fitness Center can accommodate more than 10,000 spectators, there are less than 500 extras who are actually seated. Such a large scene requires multiple cameras and computer special effects to produce. It is impossible to say that more than 10,000 people can be found. Is the venue full of people? That’s not how you spend money.

When Xue Liyong walked out of the backstage shirtless, his aura was even more frightening. Lu Ze didn't know if he had any hobby of exposing himself. It was obvious that the filming hadn't started yet, so why were you walking back and forth shirtless? Son.

But the first thing to shoot was the preparation scene in the backstage. The first thing to shoot was the scene of Xue Liyong backstage. There were various fitness equipment in the room. Xue Liyong warmed up, put on his boxing gloves, and the recorder announced the kick.

"Bang bang bang!"

Continuous combination of punches hit the sandbag, making a huge sound. He used all his strength. As a well-known slugger who lost weight and dropped to sub-heavyweight, his punching power can basically be described as a monster. Already.

His body fat was much higher than Lu Ze's. His belly was even full of fat and he had no abdominal muscles. But when he punched his fist, his arm suddenly became thicker, which made Lu Ze swallow his saliva.

This kind of person is a walking murder weapon. There is no doubt that if such a fierce punch hits the chin of an ordinary person without training, if the muscles in that person's neck are any weaker, the cervical vertebrae may be broken.

The sandbag Lu Ze hit was actually quite impressive in terms of visual effects, but it was indeed fake and much lighter than this sandbag. If you were to play with it, you would definitely not be able to play with it.

Hitting sandbags, playing speedball, and skipping rope again can make women feel inferior to each other, and their chest muscles sway, but the visual effect is not cold, but rather like a very fat tiger.

After he finished filming, he turned to Lu Ze, but the shots of the two of them backstage were a little different. Xue Liyong's training room in the background was noisy, while Lu Ze's training room was deathly silent.

Kickboxing coach Lao Song and other members of the team were sitting aside and watching Lu Ze. What’s interesting is that this team is really Lu Ze’s team at the Golden Tiger Boxing Gym, such as Nutritionist Hou Zhen, Doctor Gao, etc. people.

After finishing the drawing, the camera started filming. There was some movement outside the corridor, but Lu Ze was sitting against the wall, with his forearms on his knees and a towel on his head, saying nothing.

"Go warm up."

Lao Song is not a professional actor, but if you ask him to train a boxer, he will act as he is and there is no need to act at all. Lu Ze has learned kickboxing from him for several months, and there is nothing out of the ordinary during the training.

Lu Ze didn't say anything. He stood up and put on his gloves. Lao Song held the hand target and placed it on his shoulder. Lu Ze punched it, making a popping sound, and the target feeding began.

But after a few hits, Lao Song suddenly changed his tactics and hit Lu Ze directly in the face with his right hand, which was holding a target. The sound was louder than Lu Ze's target practice.

Lu Ze was stunned and said nothing. He looked at Lao Song's hand target, then slowly raised the arm and started shooting.

"Bang!"

Another slap in the face, Lu Ze slapped again, another slap in the face!

"How long are you going to be cowardly? Huh? Tell me! You! His! How long are you going to be cowardly! What his! Time! Is this your fist? Huh? Hit me! Come on! Come on! Don't tell me you. Damn it! You’re such a coward! I’ve been playing with you for so long, and then you f*cked up? Damn you!”

Old Song grabbed Lu Ze's wrist, lifted it up and put it on his chest. Lu Ze's hand wiped his clothes and hung down weakly, lowering his head and making no sound.

"Trash! Coward! Any girl could beat you to death right now! I've been playing with you for half a year!... Damn it!"

Old Song pinched his waist, turned twice, and then stretched out his index finger to point at the tip of Lu Ze's nose. The lighting of this shot made it difficult to see Old Song's eyes. Then he kicked the locker angrily, and then

Grab Lu Ze's collar.

"Do you want to know why? You are just a born waste! No, you were brave before, but now... you are just a weak waste! Don't wonder why you don't have any money to give you.

Mom needs medical treatment, because you are always wasting your energy on useless places, and then you become a softie in the right place! Get out of here! Leave him alone!"

The veins on Lao Song's neck bulged as he scolded him, and he sprayed it on Lu Ze's face. Lu Ze didn't even try to wipe it off. Suddenly, the photographer who was filming the backstage scene of the competition pushed open the door and came in. Lao Song turned his head and took the target hard.

He hit the camera and was knocked away by the cameramen. Then he opened his eyes wide and pressed his forehead to Lu Ze's head, pushing up the bull.

"The world will sympathize with the weak, but it will never sympathize with a weak person who has changed from a strong person. You said... who can think highly of you now! You are better than your whole body that smells like fish.

Second uncle is far behind, at least he is a man! But you are not! Are you just eating noodles for a while and paying him back after being beaten by your second uncle without saying a word and crying like a bitch? Look at you!

Come and see for yourself! Did he write a word on your forehead, on your head, and on your whole body? I’m afraid! Do you know! I’m afraid!”

He pinched the back of Lu Ze's neck and pushed Lu Ze in front of the mirror. The mirror reflected an expressionless Lu Ze, as if he was dead and lifeless.

Finally, he spoke...

"I can't beat him."

"Who? Who? Tell me, who can you beat?"

Liu Yingdu truly admired Lao Song. He was really unqualified as an actor for his acting skills, but only people at the Golden Tiger Boxing Gym knew that this was what Coach Song was really like, a devilish coach who couldn't even smile.

He put his ear to Lu Ze's mouth in a particularly exaggerated manner, with an expression of unabashed ridicule, and responded with great sarcasm to Lu Ze, and never stopped.

"The only person you can't beat is yourself! Life is constantly putting pressure on each of us, everyone! It's not just you, it's not just me, it's not just them here, but a man can handle it, he can handle it.

I can live with it, but I hope the man who can bear it is you!"

He pointed to the coaching team sitting silently aside and grabbed Lu Ze's collar again.

"Don't feel inferior, okay? You can, you can't win this game, but I hope you can beat yourself, just like six years ago, I don't care whether I win or lose this game, but I believe you will

If you don't care, there will still be people who care, so shoot hard, hit the target! Then go to the stage and kill that son of a bitch, or fall on the stage yourself! Finally, I once visited your mother, and what she wanted to say to you,

But I never said it to you personally."

"She never blamed you, she loved you."

In an instant, Lu Ze burst into tears. He wore fist gloves and kept wiping his tears with his arms. He choked, but resisted the urge to cry.

"So, like a man, like your second uncle who smells like fish, resist the pressure and don't fall. I know you can do it, because this is your only way, your last choice."

Lao Song picked up the hand target on the ground, carried it in his hand, twisted his shoulders twice, began to walk backwards around Lu Ze, and then stretched out the hand target.

"Bang!"

What hit the hand target was a loud bang. This was the strength Lu Ze should have. Perhaps the man was born with few tears, so he held it back and quickly fought back.

"Beautiful! Pay attention to your steps, don't stop! Don't mess up! Then... bang bang! The hiding range is too big! Focus and pay attention to the hug!"

After the two continued to fight for half a minute, a "Click!" stopped the two of them, which also made the melon-eating team sitting aside breathe a sigh of relief. This scene was actually very depressing. They had also seen Lao Song really act like this.

I went to reprimand the boxer, so I sat in my seat and didn't even dare to move.

"Okay?"

"Okay, no problem, Song can teach you acting skills."

"If you have to play such a show every four or five days on average, after more than ten years, do you still need your acting skills?"

Lao Song coolly threw the target on the stool, then picked up a sports bottle and drank some water. Lu Ze was left dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, but he felt a little sorry for Jin Hu's boxer.

"I'm sorry for you."

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