My Sister is a Big Star

  The curiosity and yearning of Chinese Kung Fu by Americans is inextricably linked to a Chinese Kung Fu superstar. Many American adults grew up watching his movies. When Davis was young, he especially liked watching fancy and cool Kung Fu movies.

  So for Martinez's suggestion, he didn't even think about it, and rejected it.

   "You know that I am an amateur fighting master, changing to fighting tricks can make me perform better." Martinez insisted on his attitude.

   "You do not mean that others will do it. This is the set, not the fighting arena. I only want gorgeous and cool moves, not your fighting skills." Davis did not kill him.

  As a star with a high status in Hollywood, Martinez is qualified and emboldened to argue with the director. Both sides hold their own opinions, which attracted the attention of the crew, but regardless of the onlookers, he was afraid of hitting the **** head of the fish being sprayed.

  "If you are not in the state, you can use a stand-in." Davis proposed.

"It's not that I'm not in the state. If I switch to fighting, my state will be better." Martinez said: "Chinese Kung Fu is famous for being flashy. Those tricks look ridiculous. It's hard to learn... ."

  This is the point.

  Chinese moves require high flexibility of the body, and it is almost impossible for foreigners with strong muscles to do it.

  "Chinese Kung Fu is not about **** and embroidering the legs." The martial arts instructor silently acted as a crowd eating melons. Hearing Martinez's disdain for Chinese martial arts, he endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it.

  Yu Yongsheng began martial arts at the age of ten, and now he is thirty-five. The word Kung Fu is imprinted in his life. Kungfu is not only a hobby, but also his profession.

  It's like people who move bricks hate being teased every day on the Internet.

   "Isn't it, aerobics, people in your country describe it like that." Martinez turned his head and said to Yu Yongsheng.

   "That's the advantage of Chinese Kung Fu to build a good body, but it's not all." Yu Yongsheng said.

   "Do you want to say that you can play well." Martinez glared at Yu Yongsheng.

  He argued with the director, what happened to this guy. There was a bit of anger at first, but it was naturally passed on to Yu Yongsheng.

   "Normally so, No. 3 in the world." Yu Yongsheng shrugged, and after finishing talking, he was ready to flash someone, a big star, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

  But Martinez gave him a big push, taking advantage of his height, looking down at Yu Yongsheng: "Are you interested in a contest."

  Yu Yongsheng did not nod, but was pushed again.

  He took two steps back, shrugged, "OK."

The crew moved the lights and equipment far away, and the two played under the green curtain. Martinez is an amateur fighting enthusiast, and Yu Yongsheng is a martial arts instructor. Since he is a martial arts instructor, he has naturally practiced, and some may have already Can't fight, but Yu Yongsheng, who is in his prime, can.

  The director asked people to find gloves again, and it seemed that it was really a rising discussion.

  Melon-eating crowds watched.

  Baby Qin and Su Yu moved to the small bench and pulled Qin Ze to eat melons together.

   "Why did you fight?" Su Yu asked Qin Ze. She had seen Qin Ze come together a long time ago.

   "Foreigners said that chinesekungfu is embroidered with fists and legs, and the martial arts instructor refused to accept it, and then they discussed it." Qin Ze did not comment on Martinez's arrogance.

   "Oh, avoid it." Baby Qin whispered.

  Over there, Yu Yongsheng slipped backwards to avoid Martinez's uppercut, and circled him. Martinez attacked frequently, but occasionally he was blocked if he could hit it. More often, he missed the attack.

  Yu Yongsheng is naturally weak in height and strength. Foreigners have very strong muscles and strong explosive power, but their endurance is not good. This is the same reason that the muscles of the gym cannot beat the muscles of the bricks on the Internet.

  "Why do you always hide, hit him, hit him." Qin Baobao whispered in a low voice.

  While speaking, Yu Yongsheng who seized the opportunity burst into a sprint, bent over to get close to Martinez, hugged him by the waist, and tripped him to the ground at the same time, hitting him with a fist.

  Martinez wanted to fight back, but the experienced Yu Yongsheng wrapped his hand around Martinez’s neck while shrinking his head. The latter’s fists could only hit his hard head and back. And his fist hit the opponent's face.

   "Just enough!"

  Davis yelled amidst the roar of the crowd eating melons.

  Yu Yongsheng's blood congealed suddenly, and his heart was awe-inspiring. While blocking his fist, he raised his head and glanced, and saw Davis's dissatisfaction expression.

  The unpleasant feeling that almost came out of the opponent's eyes made Yu Yongsheng's eagerness to win vanish.

  He is just a martial arts instructor.

  The other party is a celebrity invited by money.

  Innately not equal.

  Usually, stars play big cards in the crew, and the director can only let them go. You are a martial arts instructor who is a green onion, you take yourself too seriously.

  It said that it was a discussion, but you can't regard it as a fair and just discussion. You can't say "Kameng, come and fight."

  Although the director said that he did not agree to switch to fighting skills, it does not mean that he is facing you and Chinese Kung Fu in his heart.

  Yongsheng Yu knows that the United States is a country with a strong racial concept.

The anger from being pushed twice and the competitive spirit aroused by "comparisons" quickly faded. A middle-aged man with a family and a room can't help thinking about it, so he loosened his hands and said, "That's it. ..."

  The word "Like it" was not spoken, and Martinez was hit in the face.

   Then Martinez under him seized the opportunity, and one stood up and bounced him away without giving Yu Yongsheng a chance to react. He rode on him, slammed his fist into the face.

  You want to stop after hitting someone? nonexistent!

  Martinez felt that the opponent was exhausted, so he called to stop if he wanted to take advantage.

   "It's just started, don't you Chinese people often talk about 300 rounds of wars. Oh, I especially like fighting women. It's really useless." Martinez murmured while playing.

  Yu Yongsheng didn’t have time to explain that he had misinterpreted the meaning of “three hundred rounds of war”, and closed his fists in a professional posture to block his face. Ouch, the gringy’s fist really hurts.

  The glove slammed into the face with a muffled noise.

  A circle of people eating melons is still booing, like spectators in a bullring, and they don’t mean to stop.

  Perhaps Yu Yongsheng begged for mercy and gave up, and someone would stop him, but it was too difficult for a Chinese man who loves face and practices martial arts.

  The people who eat melon are very excited and sincerely happy with this reversal, because it is the Americans who won.

   "Martinez is really good, the martial arts coach can't beat him."

   "Because Chinese Kung Fu is the "most beautiful gymnastics", the actual combat ability is very weak."

   "This way, I don't see him resisting anymore, I'm so embarrassed."

   "It's too weak, short and thin, of course I can't beat it."

  Dare to fight back? I turned you back on.

  Martinez was hitting vigorously, and suddenly felt that his fist was being held, and raised his head in anger. It was the agent of the specially invited Chinese star.....

   "Hey, you have already won." Qin Ze said: "He lost, stop."

  "Goaway." Martinez didn't let down his anger, and shook Qin Ze's hand away. When he did it, he hit Qin Ze's lower abdomen.

   Raised his fist and was about to hit again, his arm was held again, this time before he became angry, the huge force directly threw him out, and Martinez rolled far away.

  The people eating melons exclaimed in an uproar.

   "If you want to continue to learn from each other, I will accompany you." Qin Ze glanced at him and turned around to help Yu Yongsheng.

  As far as his eyes are concerned, it is easy to see through the tricks, and it is hard to comment on this man's helplessness. But I have a deeper understanding of the saying "A martial artist is like a reckless man".

  If you know you can’t fight, just admit it.

  It's not that you have done yourself so miserably. Those who are rich these days are the big guys.

   "Lost." Yu Yongsheng got up, spit out blood foam, his gums were beaten and bleeding, and nosebleeds also came out. It looked miserable, but he was not injured.

  Martinez got up, spread his hands, and made a provocative gesture to Qin Ze: "OK!"

  "This guy has a lot of strength, but the general lack of endurance is a common problem of gym muscular men. Don't smash with him." Yu Yongsheng whispered: "Let him know that Chinese Kung Fu is not embroidered with fists."

  I don’t know Chinese Kung Fu!

  Qin Zexin said.

  "Go aside." Qin Ze patted Yu Yongsheng on the shoulder: "Fortunately I have money."