Chapter 340: This is a sad story

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After the warm-up, Park Da-chung was already sweating and sweating slightly. He shouted loudly and welcomed a louder response from the support group. The site of the Modu Film Festival has suddenly become their main venue.
However, a lot of people in our country look at each other, and everyone is not very comfortable with this self-confidence. In particular, Zhou Qingfeng himself was indifferent, and there was no way for others to take the initiative to cheer. It's like honestly, the all-in-one pass rarely cries for subscriptions and monthly passes. Many guys have a bad conscience and they just open their eyes and close their eyes (tears ... you bully me).
But Park Dae-chung did not officially start the game after warming up. He actually fell to his knees on the temporarily opened court, yelling to receive blessings from the direction of the motherland, hoping that thousands of Koreans could cheer him up.
In this scene, the Chinese at the scene looked very speechless, but the Koreans were excited and praised loudly, thinking that Park Dae-chung was very patriotic. Thousands of kilometers away, tens of millions of Koreans who watched the live broadcast seemed to have beaten chicken blood and blasted loudly towards the screen. The entire South Korea was encouraged by Park Dae-jung.
The superstar is indeed very capable, he is doing everything possible to increase his popularity. Now as long as he can beat the well-known ‘Victor, Hugo’, he can definitely make the headlines of hundreds of media around the world at once, and it is not a problem to double his worth several times.
This is the same as which major artistic director has disturbed from the beginning. It all counts as stepping on the shoulder of the giant.
Just tossing and tossing like this, seven or eight minutes have passed, and Zhou Qingfeng is dozing off when he is bored. The Korean star shouted loudly and climbed up from the ground.
When the referee's big director finally gave a sigh of relief, he signaled the two sides of the game to hug each other forward. Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Let's get started, I'm already bored."
The referee director is not forced, anyway, this is an entertaining game. He gestured at Park Dazhong with his eyes, indicating that he would secretly release water to him.
Park Tae-chung put his fists on his chest and responded to the referee director with a look, saying that he would definitely give this Chinese film circle an alternative and unforgettable lesson.
The original noisy scene immediately calmed down, no matter the Chinese side or the Korean side, everyone's eyes were staring at the two people on the field. In front of the TV, hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide are looking forward to a wonderful celebrity showdown-this is never an entertainment show!
I saw Park Da-chung wearing loose competition shorts and a forehead wrapped in a sweat towel embroidered with the Taichi flag. He has a well-developed arm and a strong upper body. He has a serious face. He has a cold expression. He is aggressive. He is fearless. He has high confidence.
At this moment, Park Dae-chung was not fighting alone, thousands of Koreans were shouting his name;
At this moment, Park Dazhong does not represent him as a person. The honor of the great powers of the universe is gathered in him.
At this moment, Park Dae-chung did not reflect his own power. General Kim, who ruled three thousand miles, was encouraging his spirit-uh ... wrong! This has nothing to do with North Korea.
Park Da-jung's eyes are sharp, he is vigorous, and his pace is flexible. His taekwondo skills are particularly good, his physical condition is particularly good, and his mind is particularly clear. He moved, he started to attack, and he made a trick when he shot!
Taekwondo's trick, the mystery of the uprising, is particularly handsome, cool, and particularly pleasing-the sideways kick!
With her feet as an axis, Park Da-jung rotates her body at a high speed. Her right leg kicks her body's strength to a little speed and rushes forward, followed by a kick. His movements are coherent, and they are done in one go.
Uh ...!
With a burst of applause, Park Dae-chung rushed over to Zhou Qingfeng. This untested move represented his absolute confidence in his strength.
The opposite Zhou Qingfeng was still lazy, he just moved half a step towards the side, then raised his fist, and the silly on the opposite side forced himself into a collision.
Ah ..., yelled at the scene!
The immense power of Park Tae-chung was unimaginable. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng did not shake his body, and all the kinetic energy was absorbed by his weak crotch.
With a plop, Park Dae-chung fell, and he hit too hard. Everyone at the scene felt the same, and many attentive Koreans quickly clamped their legs as if they were punched.
At this moment, Park Da-chung on the field covered his crotch with his hands, knelt on the ground, motionless, all the painful features were wrinkled, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and he kept quiet;
At this moment, I also want to make Zhou Qingfeng's good referee director hold on to God. His water release ruling has ended before he can only keep his mouth open and keep quiet;
At this moment, everyone in the audience widened their eyes and was extremely surprised. They originally thought it was a shocking world, weeping ghosts and gods, enough to remember the battle of history. But now ... it seems that everyone can only keep quiet;
At this moment, thousands of people in front of the television took a breath of air, and the scene in front of them was completely dissatisfied with their imagination. No one can believe their eyes and keep quiet.
For a long time, as the referee's great director, he took the first step and asked in amazement: "Mr. Park, how are you?"
He meows, are you scared? That's a good ghost!
Park Dazhong lowered his head and shook his head. It looks very bad. Although the audience at the scene did not say a word, they all screamed in their hearts.
The Korean support group shouted in their hearts: Get up, Park Dae-chung, you are our Korean idol. Get up and continue fighting! What do you mean by kneeling on the ground? Don't you have to surrender so fast? A round has just begun, and you're down in three seconds?
The Chinese at the scene were very happy. Although they didn't speak out of politeness, none of them cheerfully closed their lips.
Aren't you bully? Aren't you the champion? Do n’t you accept blessings? Aren't you trying to defend the dignity of Korean Taekwondo? You're still warm for a long time! Why do you lie down with one move? We didn't see anything. We just saw your eyes lay on the ground in the blink of an eye. This is too fast to lose!
In the temporary auditorium ~ EbookFREE.me ~ someone laughed and shouted: "I strongly ask to see the playback, I don't know anything at all!"
Hahaha ..., the atmosphere suddenly loosened. The Chinese side finally couldn't hold its face, and they all became happy.
Zhou Qingfeng also made a smirk, removed his gloves and left them aside, and asked Park Dazhong in Korean: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!" Park Da-jung didn't know who was asking himself. His features were distorted, and his tears and snot were mixed downwards, and his crotch felt painfully as if his eggs were as big as a pumpkin.
"Masters are fighting, silly, forcing them to lift such high legs. But it ’s useless to say. Your Korean Taekwondo just likes to use legs, flashy things, only fitness and ornamental value.
Get a doctor and apply ice to the Korean star. I guess his two eggs have swelled to the size of a goose egg. Alas ... this is a sad story. "
The people at the scene couldn't help but laugh again! (To be continued.) Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.