I get stronger when I get hit

The next day, Xue Peipei was in great spirits.

They have been able to run around freely.

"Big handsome guy, are you going to pull out the needle again? If the doctor sees it, he will hack you to death."

Their attending physician was a little grumpy.

After being reminded by Xue Peipei, Zhang Dashuai realized that he should still be acting, and he will continue to act before he dies.

"I'm going to clean up Sima Feitian. I can't go with the drip stand. It's so embarrassing."

Xue Peipei said: "If you let the Wangu family know that you are recovering so quickly, it will not only be as simple as embarrassing."

In the end, Xue Peipei successfully persuaded Zhang Dashuai.

Xue Peipei has her own drip stand in her left hand, and Zhang Dashuai's drip stand in her right hand, which is strange.

The driver of the taxi was almost taken aback by the strange appearance of the two of them. How could they be alive in broad daylight.

It's still the bounty arena, and it's still the kind of big scene that makes people's blood surge.

Mei Ergou had already led Marshal Zhang's relatives and friends to form a mighty army of hundreds of people to pick up the plane outside the venue.

Dashuai Zhang and the two hadn't even entered the arena when they heard the voices of people inside.

"Big handsome guy! You... hey... God is jealous of talents, I have suffered for you..."

Mei Ergou came out with a painful expression, just like welcoming his father.

The two discussed the script, but Mei Ergou didn't expect Zhang Dashuai to be so realistic.

Dashuai Zhang walked in front, wearing a loose hospital gown, as if he had just come off the operating table.

Behind him was Xue Peipei, who also had a bad face, holding two shelves in his hands, and the infusion bottles on the shelves were still ticking... One was connected to Marshal Zhang, and the other was connected to her.

"Hey..." Mei Ergou was still acting.

"Okay, let's have more inner drama, and be more calm on the surface. You are too contrived and have no tension, and it is easy for people to see the flaws."

Dashuai Zhang commanded like a great director.

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhang Dashuai suddenly couldn't stop coughing repeatedly, took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth.

"what!"

Mei Ergou yelled.

"Blood! Handsome guy, are you okay!"

"Quick! Help me to...go...sit."

Xue Pei admired it. This handsome performance is more exaggerated and less tense, okay?

Fortunately, the surrounding discussions covered up Marshal Zhang's flaws.

"I'll tell you that the commander-in-chief can't do it. Go and bet on Sima Feitian. It's not closed yet, so there's still time."

This is what Mu Ming said, with the words "The handsome guy must win" tied on his head.

Mu Ming's words caused a chain reaction, and even spread to the outside. The thousands of students and even the teachers watching the battle were all moved.

"Big handsome guy, it's done, now your odds have increased to fifteen times!"

"Okay, how much can you earn?"

"About this number!"

"Okay, ready to close the net."

After the handover of the two spy chiefs, they sat under the ring and waited.

From the agreed nine o'clock until ten o'clock, Sima Feitian still hadn't appeared.

"Is this grandson coming? It's already noon, and he delayed my lunch, can he afford it?"

Zhang Dashuai has to maintain the image of a master while at the same time pretending to be the best, it is very hard.

"I'll ask……"

Mei Ergou is also in a hurry, he set the handicap, and if he fails to fight, he will suffer a lot.

Straightening his neck, he shouted to the other side of the ring like a duck.

"Hey... grandson over there, did Sima Feitian die in a car accident on the road? Why hasn't he come yet!"

"Mom sells batches!"

"dog basket!"

……

The two sides began a new round of mutual tearing.

Obviously he was asked to ask about the situation, but the situation became more and more anxious and unclear.

At this moment, a muffled sound came from outside the sky.

"Look! It's Feifei!"

Dashuai Zhang followed the sound and saw three helicopters appearing in the sky.

He doesn't know what model it is, but it looks good and looks very compelling.

The helicopter flew at a steady pace, and with the approaching roar, the three helicopters were already within easy reach.

"Hey! How can you pretend so well?"

There are three helicopters above the head, all printed on the fuselage, the first one has the word "si", the second one has the word "horse", and the third one has the word "heaven".

"Hey, why is there a word missing? Fly?"

No one answered his question, because everyone had the same question as him.

The helicopter didn't stop, but the finished glyph continued to hover in the sky.

At that time, there was another series of hurried and neat footsteps.

The crowd around the arena lined up, but 24 men in suits and sunglasses were neatly divided into two rows and reached the edge of the arena.

Behind the men in sunglasses, a pink Ferrari drove slowly. On the Ferrari, a big word "Fly" was sprayed on it.

When the car came to a complete stop, a man in a suit immediately took out the red carpet that had been prepared a long time ago, and carefully spread it from the Ferrari door all the way to the ring.

"Ci'ao, you're so pretentious." Mei Ergou said sourly.

"It's really rich."

Xue Peipei licked her scarlet lips.

Suddenly, the car door was opened like a dog's head, and a pair of pure white pointed leather shoes appeared outside the car.

coming!

"Fly!"

"The light of nobility!"

I don't know if it's procrastination, but the sound of flattery keeps coming.

"Pfft..."

Zhang Dashuai saw the appearance of the person, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

White suit, white trousers, and white leather shoes, the whole figure seems to have been scratched with a layer of imitation porcelain.

Less than 1.5 meters away, with a cigar in his hand, still slowly smoking.

The most striking thing is his bald head.

"Sure enough, it is the light of nobility. When he came, I felt that the whole venue was lit up."

Dashuai Zhang said.

Sima Feitian was calm and indifferent, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture towards his fan group, and the fan group immediately fell silent.

"Save the cheers for my victories, save the praises for my great deeds, love you..."

Fans are drunk.

"Nimma, it's not fair that this kind of person actually has fans!"

There are also fans of Dashuai Zhang, and there are many among the common people, but there is no such battle.

"Xue Peipei, it's still too late for you to rebel."

Xue Peipei's eyes stared straight at Sima Feitian who was exuding an idol aura.

Xue Peipei smiled but did not speak.

Following the red carpet, Sima Feitian had already entered the ring.

As soon as he lowered his head, someone immediately came up to clean the dust off his shoes.

"Who is Marshal Zhang, go to the stage and die!"

"Grandpa is here!"

Dashuai Zhang was originally here to fight, but he finally got tired of waiting for this man's pretentiousness.

Standing up slowly, Xue Peipei came to the stage unsteadily holding the infusion stand.

"Hahaha……"

"What is he losing? Is it nutrient solution or Jinkela?"

"Let's fill it with water. Parallel imports need water."

There was laughter from the audience. Compared with Sima Feitian's shining attire like a sculpture, Zhang Dashuai is just like coal balls.

"Big... big handsome guy, can you hold the shelf yourself? I... I want to go back to my seat."

Xue Peipei didn't want to embarrass herself with Zhang Dashuai.

"No, everyone shares weal and woe, and we will enjoy the glory of victory together later."

Xue Peipei doesn't want to enjoy the glory of ghosts, she just wants to go back to her seat now.