The Metamorphosis System Makes Me the Protagonist

It's all a look of being familiar with it and getting used to it.

"Nimma, daddy is scared to death!"

"I just finished going to the toilet, my hands trembled in fright, and my phone almost fell into the toilet!"

"I didn't even see it clearly, but I saw a swish, and a black shadow flew over, and then I looked again, and the sandbag was gone!"

"That sandbag seems to have flown past the camera's nose, what about the others?"

"Could it be that he was knocked out?"

"You seem stupid. If the camera is smashed, can you still take pictures of Chen An?"

"Even if I didn't get hit, I guess the camera would be terrified. If I were to ask for it, I'd probably pee right away!"

"The camera is probably not much better than you. Even if you don't wet your pants, you still have to shake out a few drops!"

And the cameraman, who is being worried about by netizens, is already in a state of brain failure at the moment. After the pupils suddenly shrink and dilate, cold sweat breaks out on the forehead instantly, and then the body trembles involuntarily, and the The camera also started to shake.

Barrages like "What's going on?", "Why is it shaking so much?", "Earthquake?"

After a short period of stupefaction, other people in the program group hurriedly gathered around and began to ask if they were injured, and a few people even started to touch it directly.

"Are you OK?"

Chen An also took off his gloves and came over, concerned: "Did you get hit by a sandbag?"

The cameraman was still in a state of extreme fear, stammering: "No, no, it's okay, it's just the legs, the legs are a little soft."

"That's good."

Chen An also breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder to express his apology.

You know, the sandbag has a weight of nearly 90KG, plus the force brought by being knocked into the air by him, even if it is just rubbed, it is not a joke.

After confirming that the cameraman was not injured, Chen An went to the sandbag and squatted down, looked down carefully, then looked up at the expansion screws on the ceiling, and then shouted loudly.

"Less strong, less strong, what about people?"

"Bring a sandbag here, the string of this sandbag is too worn out, it can't be used anymore!"

Chapter 8 The provocation of the runner-up

"I'm coming!"

After a while, a strong young man trotted over carrying a sandbag.

With a weight of nearly two hundred catties on his shoulders, he didn't seem to be struggling at all. He seemed very relaxed, and he hung the new sandbag on it in two or three strokes.

"Boss, your explosive power seems to have become stronger again!"

Shaoqiang turned around and gave Chen An a thumbs up, then said: "By the way, boss, I forgot to tell you, Ma Jun is here today!"

"Ah."

Chen An nodded and said nothing.

And Shaoqiang said with a smile: "Boss, I'll call him over and say hello to you."

"Ma Jun, Ma Jun, come and meet the BOSS!"

"coming!"

As his words fell, a dark and thin young man came over and grinned at Chen An, showing two rows of white teeth.

"Hello boss, I'm Ma Jun, and I'll make a living with you from now on!"

"Hello there!"

Chen An shook hands with him: "I always hear Shaoqiang talking about you, welcome to my club!"

"Boss, I saw it all just now."

Ma Jun pointed to the sandbags on the ground, and said with bright eyes.

"Do you want to fight with me and learn from each other!"

"forget it."

Chen An directly shook his head and refused: "I learned the martial arts in free combat, and I am good at actual combat. You and Shaoqiang are teammates, and you should also practice Sanda in the same way. It is more suitable for competitions. We are not in the same system. It’s hard to fight, it’s not fun.”

"It doesn't matter boss, I can accommodate you and follow the rules of MMA mixed martial arts."

"I don't want it anymore, you can fight with someone else."

Chen An still shook his head: "I'm going to play with the equipment for a while, and it's time to go."

"Boss, I have been practicing Sanda since I was a child. It can be said that I am useless except for the skill of Sanda. But in contrast, although I, Ma Jun, am a small person, I also have my pride. I want me to join and obey you. Yes, but the premise is that you must be able to defeat me!"

Ma Jun grinned again, flipping his gestures, thumbs pointing straight down.

"Or, Boss, you said so much just because you were afraid of losing?"

"Joke, my brother An will be afraid? Little black man, you probably haven't experienced the sour feeling of being beaten up?"

"Dare to provoke me, Brother An, you probably don't know how to write dead characters!"

"It's just this small, just over 1.7 meters, and the sandbags that big were kicked away by my brother An, what are you doing?"

"Let me tell you a joke. There is a guy half a head lower than Chen An, who wants to fight Chen An. Hahaha!"

The caliber on the Internet is very consistent, and it is unanimous that Ma Jun's behavior of challenging Chen An is an act of death.

After all, everyone has verified Chen An's strength with his own eyes just now. Although he only punched sandbags, current boxers say that his strength is even stronger than some professional fighters.

Just when everyone was laughing at Ma Jun's overreaching, a barrage with different voices floated silently from the bottom of the live broadcast room.

"Challenging Chen An is to die? Not necessarily? I have a little impression of Ma Jun. If he is the same person as I remember, then he should also be professional."

"Hiss! Professional? Such a small person, and his figure is also thin, it doesn't look like it!"

"That's right, he's going to play professionally like this. He probably got punched and flew off right after he entered the ring."

"Shabi, don't talk if you don't understand. People's fighting competitions are all heavyweight, okay?"

"So what about professional ones? The difference in body size is there. It's definitely not enough for me, Brother An, to punch a few times."

As soon as this barrage came out, the online comments instantly changed from one-sided to [-]-[-].

In the past, at this time, there would always be a great god to stand up.

This time is of course no exception.

The professional boxer with the "V" posted another comment.

"Ma Jun, a former provincial professional Sanda player, the runner-up in the Magic City Sanda Competition the year before last, and the No.3 in the Lightweight Sanda Competition in the Magic City last year. After finishing the competition last year, he directly chose to retire. People in the circle still feel special It's a pity, I didn't expect him to join Chen An's private fighting club with his former teammates. I would like to add that in the National Sanda Championships the year before last and last year, the team that won the most championships was the team from Magic City. Even the Magic City team won the championship twice in a row, so don't underestimate him, he is still very capable."

"Let me go, the champion of the magic city is the national champion. In this way, Ma Jun, who won the runner-up in the magic city competition, should be able to rank among the top even if he participates in the national competition?"

"It's awesome, it's amazing! I can't afford to provoke it!"

"Now I can confirm that Ma Jun is not trying to kill, but wants to torture Chen An to death."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooobies."

"It's okay husband, even if you are disfigured, I still like you."

"Can you women stop being so dramatic, there are more dramas than other people's shows, if Chen An has no money, can you still like him?"

"Upstairs, I will accept you as a single person based on your strength."

"How about the career, what about the runner-up, just because of the kick that kicked the sandbag just now, I don't believe that my brother An will lose."

"That's right, Brother An, don't be afraid, fight him!"

"Kaka is just a burst of anger!"

……

Chapter 9 Compete

After learning of Ma Jun's identity, the online calls for Chen An to accept the challenge grew even louder.

Among these people, those who really believed that Chen An would definitely win were only a small minority, and most of them held the mentality that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Of course, there are still some people who just want to see Chen An being abused, so that they will feel better.

As for Chen An, he did not live up to the expectations of these people, and directly used actions to win Ma Jun's provocation.

"Snapped!"

Chen An picked up a pair of gloves next to him and threw it to Ma Jun, then jumped onto the ring with his own gloves, looked down at Ma Jun condescendingly, and stretched out his fingers to hook him twice.

"Hey, I'll take it easy, BOSS!"

Ma Jun smiled triumphantly, stretched out his hand to grab the ring rope, and jumped up directly.

The two each occupied a corner of the ring and began to warm up before the match.

And under the ring, Shen Tian was looking at her phone with her head buried in her phone, her small face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

What was playing on the mobile phone was the live broadcast of the "Deformation Meter" program they were filming at this time.

It's not that the on-site ones are not as good-looking as the ones on the screen. She watches the live broadcast just to get in touch with the audience at close range, so that she can know what they like to watch and what they don't like to watch.

She was also very surprised when she saw Ma Jun's identity on the barrage.

But with the heated discussion among netizens and the gradual increase in the number of viewers, this kind of surprise was directly replaced by surprise.

While watching, she stretched out her hand to pat the cameraman beside her, and couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Shoot well, shoot carefully. The show has been broadcasted until now, and the biggest highlight is about to begin. At that time, we can apply for an increase in bonuses from the chief director."

In this game, no matter who wins the two of them, it will trigger heated discussions among netizens.

More discussions means more attention.The higher the attention, the more viewers you can attract.

And if there are more audiences, it means that their performance will also increase.

How can she be unhappy?

Beauty is almost running out of snot, okay?

"I see, leader!"