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"Sure." Han Cheng said without hesitation.

He has plenty of money!
After opening the book of prophecy, he took a look at the opponents he would meet in the taekwondo competition.

"It's really Ding Hong."

But after a while, the name on the book of prophecy changed.

But Han Cheng didn't see the changes that happened afterwards.

The system did not remind Han Cheng either.

After opening the Book of Prophecy, he will have to wait for a while.

The book of prophecy is not a thing of this time and space, and it would take a lot of strength for him to take out the book of prophecy.

"Mr. Ding, I wonder if you have time to sign for me?"

"Don't block Mr. Ding's way anymore. Mr. Ding still has a lot of things to do now, and you can't afford to delay."

Ding Hong's assistant immediately blocked many fans.

After coming to the old city, such "dramas" were staged almost every day, and he didn't tire of it, but this group of fans still insisted.

Especially some illegitimate meals even ran to the hotel where they were staying!

"Just stop and sign a name, is it that difficult?"

"There are still a few hours before the taekwondo competition starts, but we haven't arrived at the taekwondo hall yet. Don't you want him to participate in the next taekwondo competition?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The fans just stopped.

They don't want their idol to be unable to participate in a taekwondo competition in time.

Using the "high-tech glasses" Han Cheng gave them, Tang You and his party sent Ding Hong's information to Han Cheng. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

With this person's information, Han Cheng can see his true strength.

"The speed of these children is quite fast."

The haze on Han Cheng's face dissipated quickly.

Ding Hong's strength is nothing to fear.

In the old city, Ding Hong's strength was regarded as a dragon and a phoenix among the people, but in front of Han Cheng, he was nothing but an axe.

But in the next second, he noticed the strangeness of Ding Hong's coat.

There was a packet of medicine in the coat, which seemed to be Hepta-stimulant.

After taking the seven stimulants, one's strength can be increased a lot in a short period of time.

Many people were also exposed to taking seven stimulants before, and it was unexpected that his opponent would also use it.

"How about you try it too?"

Feng Bao glanced at Han Cheng suspiciously.

"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Once I use the seven-stimulant and it is found out, I will never have the opportunity to participate in taekwondo competitions in the future."

Caution is the boat.

He didn't want to fight an uncertain battle.

The risk is too great!

"Aren't you going to report back to the agency to edit the information? Why come to me when you have time?"

"A detective came these days. He seemed to be looking for the commemorative coins lost by our newspaper office, so he drove us all out. Where can I have a place to work? Anyway, no one is urging me. I might as well be lazy for a few days. Come on. Take a stroll around this place." Feng Bao raised his eyebrows.

But that detective has a lot of background, but he does things slowly, like a turtle.

I have been looking for several days, but I still can't find anything.

Their president was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, running around.

If he can't return to work at the newspaper office, he always feels that there is something missing in his heart.

At home, he couldn't enter the state either.

"Maybe that detective is a counterfeit and has no real material."

"He doesn't have real materials, don't you have?"

"That's not necessarily the case. After I finish this game, I'll find time to go to your newspaper office."

He really doesn't think there are too many things to do!
The system was stuck in his throat, and every time he reminded Han Cheng to complete the task, he was as slow as a snail.

But when it comes to helping others, he is very enthusiastic.

After drawing the number plates, Han Cheng came to the auditorium.

"Why are you sitting here? This is a seat for the families of the players who come to participate in the taekwondo competition, not for you."

Tang You and his party were arrested by the field controller.

They kept thumping, but to no avail.

No matter how hard they struggle, there is no way to break free from the shackles of the field controller.

"Brother! Let's watch your game!"

"Let them go." Han Cheng said expressionlessly.

The field controller looked at Han Cheng in disbelief. Are these children all his family members?

"According to the regulations of the Taekwondo curator, these positions are reserved for the families of the contestants, or you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the curator of Taekwondo.

"Let them sit."

Regardless of whether they are Han Cheng's family members or not, these children should not be driven into a corner.

These children running around outside the court will also affect the game.

Might as well make room for them.

"Curator, but these positions have been given to them, and those who come after that may not have a position." The field controller's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Isn't there a few more stools in the office? You can move all those stools here, as long as you can sit on them, I don't care what kind of stools it is."

The curator of the Taekwondo gym sat on a wooden bench, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Han Cheng sat next to him.

Tang You and his party also moved to Han Cheng's side.

"Why don't you report the number of your family members when you come to participate in the competition? Didn't you see the information on the Internet?"

They all reminded the taekwondo fighters that they would make room for the families of the group.

However, this "special treatment" has caused dissatisfaction among many people.

But the curator of the Taekwondo gym didn't care.

"Yes, I didn't notice." Han Cheng rubbed the back of his head resentfully.

It was also the first time he had seen such an arrangement.

"You were the first to play." Liao Tao said casually, he saw Han Cheng's number plate at a glance just now.

Han Cheng's opponent was not Ding Hong, but the curator of Taekwondo!

Plans can't keep up with changes!
When he came to the stage, Han Cheng forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

"System, doesn't the Book of Prophecy have the ability to predict? How could it go wrong?"

"The system reminds the host that you only opened half a page of the book of prophecy that you opened before, and you closed the book of prophecy before you could read the second half page clearly. The contestants on the second half page are the contestants you will face today. , does the host want to reopen the Book of Prophecy?"

"No need, you have read the contents of the Book of Prophecy, I will ask you to answer!"

Han Cheng glared at the system angrily, and was tricked by the system accidentally!
He and the system are the grasshoppers tied to the same rope!
But not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs!

The system just happened yesterday, so it doesn't have much power.

It took one night to recover a lot.

"Don't come here without any problems." Liao Tao cupped his hands.

Before the taekwondo competition starts, they all have to "give a salute".

"Liao Tao, runner-up in country A's Taekwondo competition."

Seeing this line of words, Han Cheng staggered and almost fell to the ground!
The taekwondo players in country A are almost a group of monsters!