The curator, who was lying on his back on the white sand ring, came back to his senses. He only felt sore all over his body and the scene in his eyes was still slightly distorted.
He vaguely saw Qianqian raising her hand not far away.
At the same time, the commentator's shouts echoed throughout the audience.
"The victory has been decided!"
The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.
"Well done! Champion!"
"Ugh... Director, it was almost..."
"Both of them fought so beautifully!"
"..."
Some cheered for Qianqian, and some cheered for the curator himself.
All the disciples of Jixin Hall even cried.
"Really, don't embarrass my Jixin Guild Hall, uncle!"
"Speaking of which, uncle, I am really getting old."
The curator exerted force on his legs and wanted to jump up from the ground like a carp, but in the end he could only sit up normally.
Qianqian’s fist is really too heavy...
Well, that's not right either.
The curator touched his chin and carefully recalled the battle he just had.
Qianqian's strength is not very strong.
In terms of pure weight, Qianqian and herself are at least three weight classes apart, or even more.
There is a huge gap between magnitudes!
From a rules perspective, Qianqian cannot beat the curator.
But underground boxing fighters are the ones who like to break the rules the most.
Use skills, will, and mind...
All these and more give these fighters the power to break the rules!
“It’s so enjoyable!”
The curator simply sat cross-legged on the ground, holding his knees with one hand and stroking his chin with the other, his eyes shining.
While he was carefully recalling the battle just now, the referee had already handed the championship belt to Qianqian.
According to convention, Qianqian should have taken the golden belt and then raised it high to signal to the audience.
But she really has no strength now.
The soaring adrenaline gradually subsided, and Qianqian couldn't even stand still.
"Tsk..."
Qianqian struggled to take the championship belt from the referee's hand, but she stumbled and fell to the ground.
At this moment, a hand suddenly supported Qianqian.
It turned out that the curator's uncle finally recovered, stood up from the ground, and supported Qianqian's body with his shoulders.
"A champion should look like a champion, right?"
The curator uncle grinned.
He helped Qianqian lift her championship belt and continued to greet the audience's cheers.
Qianqian grinned helplessly.
She opened one side of her mouth and complained jokingly:
"All the teeth are knocked out!"
The curator grinned directly.
"Uncle, my dentures are pretty good! Do you want to introduce a dentist to you?"
The relationship between these two people is really good.
When Qianqian finally recovered a little, the curator uncle on the side suddenly said another thing:
"By the way, champion, do you feel that way?"
"What?"
Qianqian is puzzled.
"That's right, you know it!"
The curator uncle said in a low voice: "For those of us who play games every day, our perception of the surroundings is always a little higher than normal, so we have that feeling."
"I don't know how to describe it, just think that I'm just thinking about it."
The curator uncle looked around at the cheering audience.
"Do you feel that the field is a little different today?"
"It seems so."
Qianqian blinked her eyes.
Indeed, when the game just started, the atmosphere in the surrounding auditorium was completely different from the feeling Qianqian was familiar with.
"But now, that familiar feeling is back."
"Yes, that's right."
The curator uncle nodded, "But uncle, I can never forget the feeling just now."
"It's as if everyone is far away from us and has nothing to do with us."
“That feeling sucks!”
Fighters' external perception is indeed very keen, especially for top experts like the curator.
While he was talking, his eyes were always unconsciously attracted to the stands diagonally above.
The old man was standing there just now, but now he has already returned to his seat.
If that's the case, then why is my gaze always attracted to that side?
The curator was puzzled.
At the same time, a question he had never thought about suddenly blurted out.
"Champion, if tomorrow was the end of the world, what would you do now?"
Qianqian thought for a while and replied:
“Have a hot pot meal.”
"No, no, no, I'm not talking about those fantasy things."
The curator shook his head repeatedly, "I am saying, if today is the last day of your life, what choice will you make? And what attitude should you use to welcome the end of tomorrow?"
“Have a hot pot meal.”
"That's it, I understand."
The curator understood, "You are saying that if today is your last day, you are going to do some of your favorite little things, right? There are many people like this..."
"No."
Qianqian scratched her head, still a little confused about the curator's question.
"Actually, I originally planned to have hot pot tonight."
curator:"……"
Curator: "When did you plan it?"
Qianqian: "I think it was yesterday evening, almost."
There was silence for a few seconds.
The curator asked curiously: "So even if you know that tomorrow is the end of the world, you still want to..."
Qianqian nodded, "Let's have hot pot."
curator:"……"
This time, the curator was silent for a long time.
He was asking himself how he would answer his own question.
Curators actually have many choices.
It's like saying goodbye to everything in my life seriously, including my family, the disciples of Jixin Hall, and the opponents on the field...
Or, the curator will do some of his favorite things, such as cooking a meal for his family...
All in all, no matter it is a "big event" or a "small event", the curator will actually regard this day as a "special day".
This is as it should be.
Because today is the day before the end of the world, how could it not be special?
But Qianqian's answer showed that she didn't think so.
Last night I decided to eat hot pot today, so even if I know today that tomorrow will be the end of the world, Qianqian still wants to eat it.
Is this... stubborn?
No, that's not right.
Looking at the little champion girl beside him who was smiling happily, the curator suddenly understood.
Yes, that's right.
From beginning to end, the champion in front of him regarded the "next moment of the future" as the end of the world.
The so-called "tomorrow is the end of the world"?
For Qianqian, such a statement is no different from usual.
She has always thought like this, and has always lived the next second as the end of the world!
This is not normal.
The curator thought so.
This is very abnormal.
The curator felt that he simply could not achieve this level.
…
After accepting the applause of the audience, Qianqian stood firm.
As she just said, after the injuries on her body were temporarily taken care of, she was going to have a hot pot meal.
Even if the world ends in the next second, she will still eat it!
But while taking a stance, Qianqian suddenly reached out and crushed the air.
"It's a bit trendy."
"Did the old man not turn on the dehumidifier?"
no.
It's a ship.
To have a boat, there must be water to carry the boat.
The Wuming came from afar, carrying extraordinary waves like a tsunami, and flooded Haicheng!
