My Sister is a Big Star

Americans' curiosity and yearning for Chinese Kung Fu are inextricably linked to a Chinese Kung Fu superstar. Many adults in the United States grew up watching his movies. Davis also liked watching fancy and cool kung fu movies when he was young.

Therefore, he rejected Martinez's suggestion without even thinking about it.

You know that I am an amateur fighter, and I can play better by switching to fighting techniques. Martinez insisted on his attitude.

Does it mean that others will? This is a studio, not a fighting arena. I only want gorgeous and cool moves, not your fighting skills. Davis didn't like him.

As a high-status star in Hollywood, Martinez has the qualifications and confidence to argue with the director. The two sides insisted on their own opinions, which attracted the attention of the crew.

If you're out of shape, use a double, Davis suggested.

It's not that I'm out of shape. If I switch to fighting, my state will be better. Martinez said: Chinese Kung Fu is notoriously flashy, and those tricks are really ridiculous. It's still hard to learn... .”

This is the point.

Chinese moves require high body flexibility, and few muscular foreigners are difficult to do.

Chinese Kungfu is not about showy fists and embroidered legs. The martial arts instructor silently acted as a melon-eating crowd, listening to Martinez's disdain for Chinese martial arts, he endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it.

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

Just like a brick mover hates being ridiculed every day on the Internet.

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

That is the advantage of Chinese Kung Fu for strengthening the body, but not all. Yu Yongsheng said.

Do you want to say that you are good at playing? Martinez glared at Yu Yongsheng.

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

So-so, No. 3 in the world. Yu Yongsheng shrugged, and after finishing speaking, he was ready to get out of the way, a big star, not to be offended.

But Martinez pushed him angrily, relying on his height advantage,

Looking down at Yu Yongsheng: Are you interested in a contest?

Yu Yongsheng didn't nod, and was pushed again.

He took two steps back, shrugged, OK.

The staff of the crew moved the lights and equipment to the distance, and the two competed under the green curtain. Martinez is an amateur fighter, and Yu Yongsheng is a martial arts instructor. Since he is a martial arts instructor, he has naturally practiced it. I can't fight anymore, but Yu Yongsheng, who is in his prime, can.

The director asked someone to find the gloves again, and it looked like it was really an exchange of ideas.

The people who eat melons are watching.

Qin Baobao and Su Yu moved a small bench and pulled Qin Ze to eat melons together.

Why are you fighting? Su Yu asked Qin Ze. She saw that Qin Ze had come over a long time ago.

Foreigners said that Chinese kungfu is a show of fists and legs, and the martial arts instructor refused to accept it, so they started to compete. Qin Ze didn't comment on Martinez's arrogance.

Oh, avoid it. Qin Baobao let out a low cry.

Over there, Yu Yongsheng slid back to avoid Martinez's uppercut and circled around him. Martinez attacked frequently, and occasionally he could hit it but was blocked, and more often the attack failed.

Yu Yongsheng is naturally weak in height and strength. Foreigners have well-developed muscles and strong explosive power, but their endurance is not good. This is the same as saying on the Internet that the muscles in the gym cannot beat the muscles for lifting bricks.

Why do you keep hiding, hit him, hit him. Qin Baobao murmured in a low voice.

Just as he was speaking, Yu Yongsheng, who seized the opportunity, burst into a sprint, bent down to get close to Martinez, hugged his waist, and at the same time stumbled and threw him to the ground, and smashed him with his fist.

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

Enough is enough!

Amidst the booing of the melon-eating crowd, Davis shouted.

Yu Yongsheng's blood suddenly condensed, and his heart was awe-inspiring. While blocking his fist, he looked up and saw Davis' dissatisfied expression.

The displeasure that almost gushed out of the opponent's eyes made Yu Yongsheng's competitive spirit disappear.

He's just a martial arts instructor.

The other party is a celebrity invited by money.

Not equal by nature.

Usually when celebrities are playing big names in the crew, the director can only give in. You are a martial arts instructor, what kind of onion are you, you take yourself too seriously.

You say it's a competition, but you can't take it as a fair and just competition, and you can't say League of Cards, let's fight.

And even though the director disagrees with switching to martial arts, it doesn't mean that his heart is towards you and Chinese Kung Fu.

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

The anger of being pushed twice and the competitive spirit aroused by the discussion quickly receded, and the middle-aged man who had a family and a house couldn't get his head fixed, so he let go of his hands: That's it. ...

The word like it was not uttered, and Martinez punched him in the face.

Then Martinez, who was under him, seized the opportunity, stood up and bounced him away, and without giving Yu Yongsheng a chance to react, rode on him, raised his fist and smashed him in the face.

Want to call stop after beating someone? nonexistent!

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

It's just the beginning. Don't you Chinese often talk about fighting for 300 rounds. Oh, I especially like to fight with women. It's really useless. Martinez complained while fighting.

Yu Yongsheng didn't have time to explain that he misinterpreted the meaning of three hundred rounds of fighting, and closed his fists in a professional posture to cover his face. Oops, the gringo's fist really hurts.

The glove hit the face with a muffled sound.

The melon-eating crowd in a circle is still booing, like the audience in the bullring, and there is no intention to stop.

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

The people who eat melons are very excited and sincerely happy about this reversal, because it is the Americans who win.

Martinez is really good, even martial arts instructors can't beat him.

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

Well, it seems that he doesn't resist anymore, so cowardly.

Too weak, short and thin, of course I can't beat it.

Dare to fight back, I will drive you away.

Martinez was playing vigorously, when he suddenly felt his fist being clenched, and raised his head angrily, it was the manager of the specially invited Chinese star...

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

Go aay. Martinez's anger did not subside, and he shook off Qin Ze's hand forcefully, and when he shook it, he hit Qin Ze's lower abdomen.

He swung his fist and wanted to hit again, but his arm was held again. This time, before he could get angry, the huge force directly threw him away, and Martinez rolled a long way.

The melon-eating crowd exclaimed in an uproar.

If you want to continue to compete, I will accompany you. Qin Ze glanced at him, turned around and helped Yu Yongsheng up.

With his eyes, he could easily see through the tricks, and it was difficult to comment on this man's helplessness and tolerance. On the contrary, I have a deeper understanding of the phrase a martial artist is like a reckless man.

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

If you had to make yourself so miserable, the rich are the big bosses these days.

I lost. Yu Yongsheng got up, spat blood, his gums were bleeding, and nosebleeds also came out. It looked miserable, but he was not injured.

Martinez stood up, spread his hands, and made a provocative gesture towards Qin Ze: OK!

This guy has great strength, but poor stamina is a common problem of muscular men in the gym. Don't fight him to the death. Yu Yongsheng whispered: Let him know that Chinese Kung Fu is not about fancy punches and legs.

I don't know Chinese Kung Fu!

Qin Zexin said.

Let's go. Qin Ze patted Yu Yongsheng on the shoulder: Fortunately, I have money.