Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 88 Failure is not shameful (for further reading)
Preparing for a martial arts meeting is not as simple as Bai Long imagined. Find a good venue, advertise, and then wait for others to come to your door.

Who to find for publicity, reservation for the venue, ambulance work for possible accidents on site, ticket sales, how to pick up contestants, etc., a series of complicated and trivial matters are assigned to each person, that is, they do their own things.

And if they are integrated together, the trivial and trivial things underneath will become big things.

It's not something that can be solved casually.

Seijun Kawamura said that it will be held on NO.15 next month, and he asked himself very quickly.

"It takes time to announce and sign up. The World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association cannot do without a foreign player."

Kawamura Seijun said with a full face: "If you find any company, the date for the Budokai will not be shorter than what I said."

Bai Long thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

He doesn't have a good habit of shopping around. When buying clothes, he tends to go into which store and buy them when he sees the right one.

In his eyes, such a small matter is not worth wasting too much time.

"Let's sign the contract now!"

Seijun Kawamura walked to the desk, and the relevant contract was drawn up last night.

This is efficiency.

……

The sun outside the building became brighter, and it was a bit hot in summer.

Bai Long stepped out of the gate, turned his head and said, "Senior Cangmoto, thanks to your connection this time, I'll treat you to a cup of milk tea."

"Come again next time, the old man will go back and quarrel with the stubborn curator."

Kuramoto Mai's brown cheeks showed high fighting spirit.

"why?"

"The curator is dissatisfied with this World's No. [-] Martial Arts Association, and asks the teachers not to participate. There is no benefit in winning, and the signboard will be affected if you lose."

Kuramoto Mai spread his hands, Wanshou Guild Hall is no longer the era when it first needed to strive for fame.

How many people in Japan don't know Wanshou Guild Hall?
They can't afford it.

Several big martial arts gyms have reached a consensus that they will not choose to participate even if the world's number one martial arts festival is held.

"Failure is not shameful. No one has ever lost in life."

"You're right, the old man thinks so too."

Mai Kuramoto nodded, and asked curiously, "By the way, who did you lose to before?"

"Is it realistic?"

"Nonsense, can it be virtual if it's not reality."

"Then I haven't lost."

Bailong answered truthfully, failure only exists in the simulation of psychological warfare, fighting with other people is always the result of winning.

"roll!"

Kuramoto Mai punched his strong chest muscles. He thought he had found someone of the same kind, but he met the guy from Versailles, "Next time we meet, you must treat this old man to drink ten cups of milk tea!"

Bai Long said with a painful face: "Can I have nine cups?"

"Don't miss a cup."

Answering with a straight face, she laughed again and waved: "Goodbye."

"En." Bai Long waved his hand, not continuing to joke with her.

……

Mai Kuramoto whistled and returned to the Wanshou Guild Building.

Not surprisingly, I was notified by the receptionist to drink tea on the top floor.

She put her hands in her pockets, and her face was calm and calm.

Ding, the elevator door opened, the aisle was empty, and a log-colored door was facing the elevator door.

Kuramoto Mae pushed open the door.

On both sides of the rectangular table are teachers from the hall, and Kinjiro Ishii is a shikigami, but he also has a seat here alone.

The curator is the only man sitting at the top.

"Hey, is it rare for everyone to gather together and wait for the old man to give a speech?"

Mai Kuramoto said with a hippie smile.

"Continuing yesterday's topic, about you and the No. [-] Budokai in the world."

"Needless to say that, the Martial Arts Association has decided to hold it around the fifteenth of next month, and I want to participate."

Mai Kuramoto interrupted the curator.

Putting aside the usual words, Ishii Kinjiro had already stood up and scolded, but now, he couldn't say a word.

The signboard of Mad Dog is still brought back by the other party.

His waist can't be straightened.

"Nonsense!" the curator yelled in a low voice, "Jingongliu is a small club that can't even gather five students, so it is not qualified to hold the world's number one martial arts meeting!"

If Wanshou Guild takes the lead in organizing it, it will be the real No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the world.

How dare a junior dare to jump out and hold the world's number one martial arts meeting?
What a joke.

In terms of seniority, even his master, Yasuki Jingu, is a child with yellow hair in the eyes of the curator.

"Curator, rather than saving face, I want to fight with others and become stronger, that's all."

The curator was silent, staring for a moment, then slowly said: "Since you insist on participating, I will not stop you.

It's just that if you lose in a second-rate competition and lose the signboard of the Wanshou Guild Hall, punishment is unavoidable. "

Mai Kuramoto was not surprised by this decision, and a little sigh flashed in his eyes.

Time is really merciless.

The Wanshou Guild Hall, known as a rule breaker in the past, has now become a bloated monster that was looked down upon in the past.

Maintain the rules that were least cared about in the past.

Probably this is the price of becoming a big power.

The curator said in a deep voice, "Kuramoto, do you have any opinion on this decision?"

"No, no."

Makoto Kuramoto pulled out his trouser pockets with both hands, and spread out: "You have nothing else to do, this old man has to go back for special training and prepare for the world's number one martial arts meeting."

"Just let me help you exercise, it's a matter of repaying Kintaro."

Shinji Ishii stood up.

"No problem." Kuramoto Mai replied casually.

She wants to listen to Bailong's suggestion and change the tiger boxing to the meow boxing, and strive to show herself stronger than before at the world's number one martial arts meeting.

……

Bailong was also immersed in the psychological warfare simulation.

Every day is very fulfilling.

In the early morning, Bailong stood alone on the training ground, simulating the appearance of Fat Buu in his mind.

It has a soft body like pink dough, a round face with cute tentacles on the top of the head, and the small bean eyes make it difficult to see the fat.

Fat Buu appeared on the opposite side from nothing, kicked his feet, his chubby body burst out with great strength, and instantly approached the white dragon.

Bailong raised his fist to attack, without dodging or moving.

After this period of fighting, he won't be thrown away by Fat Buu's punch like in the beginning.

Instead, he can stand still and forcefully fight the opponent.

Play fast with fast.

The force leaked out of his fist distorted the air, as if there were swirls filling the surroundings.

After hundreds of punches, Bailong retracted his punch and threw another punch. The distorted wind turned into thousands of punches to echo his attack.

This is a new move he came up with, Tianliu Afterimage Fist.

Hide the strength in the air, and then draw it out with a punch, so as to achieve a thousand punches in the true sense.

Fat Buu was immediately blasted to pieces, and quickly returned to his original form.

Bailong noticed that the phone was ringing, stopped the simulation, turned around and appeared in the changing room, swiped the phone screen, "What's the matter?"

"Bai Shifan, registration for the No. [-] Martial Arts Association in the World has started. May I ask how many members of the Jingu School are going to participate?"

Bai Long smiled and said: "I, and my disciple, Shasheng Yuanhuang."

(End of this chapter)