Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

A black male host in a suit and leather shoes and a bow tie stood in front of the boxing ring, surrounded by 8 contestants wearing shorts of different colors, a black cape with a hood, and sunglasses, bouncing on the spot.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the amateur boxing match at the Rice Club. The contestants who participated tonight came with fearless courage to challenge Morrison Connelly, the three-week champion. Now, It is a great honor to introduce these 8 warriors, they are - No. 1..."

A contestant jumped onto the boxing ring, took off his sunglasses, raised his cloak with both hands, exposing his muscular upper body, walked around the ring to show his favor to the audience, and there were cheers from the audience.

Every time the host announces a name, a player jumps onto the ring to signal.

"Number 8, Mr. Steven Bronte—"

Steven took off his sunglasses, jumped onto the boxing ring, and, like other contestants, walked around the stage to signal to the audience. When he walked in Aymo's direction, he blew a kiss to the audience, and the female audience immediately became excited. screamed loudly at this handsome man with muscular body and handsome face.

He glanced at Aimo, and found that he was sitting on the large leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine, looking at the boxing ring calmly, as if he didn't know himself at all.

"Now, the players are invited to go back to the backcourt to draw lots... Ladies and gentlemen, please support your favorite players, select their numbers on the computer screens on their respective desktops, enter the betting amount, and press OK, and we will start immediately You can see the most popular players in the first round on the big screen!"

The numbers 1-8 are displayed on the big screen above the boxing ring. The odds of the first round are all 1:20 for the challengers. As the betting starts, the histogram of the betting numbers of all the players is growing, and some of them are very fast Stopped, and some slowly increased until they stopped. Only under Steven's number 8, the betting histogram has been growing, far exceeding other players. It turns out that almost all female audiences bet on the first round of betting over him.

Aymo stretched out his hand and clicked the bet button.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, the most popular player in the first round has been selected. He is Mr. Steven Bronte, the player who came to our club for the first time to participate in the competition. Let's look forward to his excellent performance!" Host The man shouted to the audience in a drawn out voice.

The female audience immediately burst into loud cheers.

"Now, the match officially begins. Please invite our referee, Mr. Paul Larson, and the first pair of contestants to come on stage!"

The host stood under the boxing ring, facing Aimo diagonally, and the three assistant referees were already seated at the referee seat next to table 1.

Eight players draw their opponents and play 4 rounds in each round. The winner is knocked out or counted by three assistant referees.

The referee came to the stage and stood in the center of the ring, and the two contestants came to the stage from one corner each.

Steven was drawn to play against player 2.As soon as he came on stage, the female audience applauded enthusiastically, and some of the more crazy ones started screaming his name.

Player No. 2 was young, and his face looked immature. He punched sharply and was aggressive, but he didn't pay much attention to defense. Steven blocked the opponent's continuous attack in the first round, and then he mastered his punching style. At the beginning of the second round, the opponent came up with another set of combined punches. When he was exhausted, Steven immediately looked for a gap, "Peng—" a powerful straight punch hit the opponent's face, and the opponent He fell to the ground and the referee counted to 8, but he didn't get up.

The referee raised Steven's arm, the host announced that Steven had won, and the female audience cheered and applauded.Steven looked at Aymo in the audience, still sitting on the sofa upright, expressionless.He couldn't help being a little disappointed in his heart, the expectation of impressing him with boxing might be in vain.

In the second round of betting, the odds of the four challengers dropped to 4:1. On the big screen, in this round of betting, Steven’s popularity was similar to that of the others. Most of the female audience voted in the first round. At this time, Some male viewers discovered his strength and began to pay attention to him.

This time, Steven was drawn against player No. 4. No. 4 was a defensive player. As soon as he confronted, he knew that he was not Steven's opponent, so he adopted strict defensive tactics and hardly took the initiative to attack. When Wen attacked, he hugged him close to him, and the referee pulled him away again and again. In the end, after four rounds, Steven won by a large lead.

The other pair, No. 1 is a burly black player. He has a strong attack and a good defense. He knocked down his opponent in the third round and won the victory.

Next up is Steven against player #1.

In the third round of betting, the odds of the two players dropped to 1:5. The histogram on the big screen showed that in this round of betting, Steven's popularity was far lower than that of his opponent No. 1.

After a short break, the match began. No. 1 shook his head and approached Steven contemptuously. When he came up, he hit Steven's chin with lightning speed, and Steven's left arm Blocked away, felt the strength of the opponent, then struck out with his right fist, feinted a move, followed by his left fist, and hit the opponent's ear clip, the opponent quickly turned his head, buffering Steven's blow.

As soon as he entered, Steven immediately discovered that the opponent's left fist was strong and his right fist was weak, so he paid attention to defending the opponent's left fist and deliberately attacked his right fist.In the third round, he seized a weak spot in his opponent's right fist and hooked him head-on. The opponent fell to the ground. After a few seconds, the opponent stood up dizzily, and the match continued. , Knocking down the opponent beautifully again.

The referee raised Steven's fist.

The female audience screamed again, calling "Steven, Steven!"

Steven looked at Aymo and found him looking at him with a smile on his face.

Intermission for half an hour.

The final is about to start. Steven and the three-week champion Morrison are on the two corners of the boxing ring. Morrison is a white man in his 30s. With some scars on his upper chest and abdomen, he held up the golden moon championship belt and showed it around the audience. Almost all the male audience stood up and applauded him.Steven took the silver Japanese championship belt and also raised it to show off. The female audience stood up and cheered for him.

In the fourth round of betting, Steven’s odds rose again to 1:20, and Morrison’s odds were 1:5. In the end, the length of Steven’s betting number histogram even exceeded Morrison’s [-] points. None of them, and those who only bet at this time, are all here for the three-week championship.

At the beginning of the match, Steven found that he had met a real opponent. Morrison's attack was fierce, his defense was tight, and his boxing skills were professional, which was completely different from the previous amateur boxers.Steven has already played three games, and his physical strength is also slightly inferior to the opponent. Therefore, he played cautiously and did not dare to attack rashly, lest his opponent catch his weakness and win with one blow.

Off the court, a shrill female voice shouted "Steven, champion!" A thick male voice called "Morrison, champion!"

In the first round, Steven kept defending tightly, and the opponent pressed him hard with straight punches, uppercuts and punches.

At the beginning of the second round, Steven suddenly had a familiar feeling. The opponent in front of him used to confront him often. Who is he?After playing in a daze, Steven's points are far less than Morrison's.

During the break, Steven pondered in his mind. He quickly recalled the coaches who practiced boxing with him. However, facing Morrison's unfamiliar face, his mind went blank.

"Ding..." At the beginning of the third round, Steven played confidently, because, in his vague memory, he had never lost to this opponent, and the gap between his effective hitting points and the opponent was [-]%. Keep shrinking.

The opponent hit a left uppercut, Steven blocked it with his right arm, and hit the opponent's eyes with force with his left fist. To the eyes, taking advantage of Morrison's blink of an eye, Steven struck out with a straight right hand and hit the opponent heavily on the chin. The opponent couldn't stand still, swayed back a step, and leaned back on the rope ring.

Steven rushed forward, wanting to continue to attack, "Ding", this round is over.

"Steven, Steven", the female voices in the audience became enthusiastic again.Steven looked at Aymo, saw him clenched his fist and waved at himself.

In the fourth round, Morrison used Vaseline to smear the wound on his forehead, and the blood stopped flowing. The two continued to jump and approach. Suddenly, Morrison made a mouth shape and said, "Henry, don't you know me, kid? Look my eyes!"

Steven looked into his eyes, dazed for a while, and suddenly recalled that the eyeballs should have been blue-green, but now they turned gray, "Touch—" Taking advantage of Steven's distraction, he looked at Steven Till punched the temple, and at the same time whispered viciously in his ear: "You liar, I'm going to beat you up today!"

Steven's head buzzed, and he fell to the ground.

"Oh—" the female audience yelled regretfully.

"Wow—" the male audience roared excitedly

"1, 2, 3..." The referee began to count the seconds.

"Steven, get up!" Aimo's voice came through the noise and clearly penetrated into Steven's eardrums.

He is calling his name!Steven's heart warmed up, and the blood in his whole body boiled!

When the referee counted to 7, he climbed up, and the audience applauded thunderously, even the male spectators who bet on Morrison applauded him.

As soon as Steven got up, Morrison rushed over. Steven retreated to the rope ring, tried his best to defend the opponent's attack, and blocked Morrison's crazy combination of punches abruptly.

"Steven, knock him down, knock him down!" Steven heard Aimo's powerful shout again. The voice was like a booster, which made him feel more confident. Yes, punching in front of Vincent, he I have never lost to any opponent, including this person on the opposite side.

With courage and strength coming from his heart, Steven began to launch a fierce counterattack against Morrison. Morrison was beaten and retreated to the rope ring to defend. When he was in a hurry, he mouthed: "Henry, back then I let you You, now you have to let me!"

"No!" Steven growled and punched Morrison in the throat.

Morrison fell on the ring along the rope ring and did not get up until the end of the round.

"Yeah—" the audience cheered, everyone stood up and applauded for Steven, and among them was the person he loved—Aymo Roberts!