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Chapter 117 I want to be number one in the world!

"One, two, three, four, pay attention to keep up with the beat! Two, two, three, four, turn your hips, pay attention to your eyes, and keep your eyes on the auditorium!"

Yang Qiuyue shouted the beat, and all the girls from the dance club stood on the stage of the empty Jinghu Theater, stepping on the beat seriously.

"You have to change your mentality and stop holding the idea of ​​rehearsing in the dance studio. Rehearsing in the dance studio and actually performing on stage are completely different things."

"You have to tell yourself in your mind that this is not a rehearsal. Imagine that the auditorium below is full of spectators, and more than 1 people are watching your performance at the same time."

Yang Qiuyue has rich stage experience and has experienced many battles. Her words are not alarmist.

Many dancers usually practice very well in private, and their dancing skills are also very solid, but when they go on stage, they change. Because of various emotional factors, they often cannot perform at their due level. She has seen this situation too much .

Even Lin Chen, who has the blessing of the system, stands on the stage, facing the dark auditorium below, he always feels an invisible pressure in his heart.

The other girls felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, their brows were tightly frowned. There were several girls who usually practiced well in the dance room, but they made more or less mistakes in the rehearsal just now.

Even Ji Yao, who has a high level of dancing, stepped on the wrong beat because of nervousness when dancing "Alone" and "Huo Yuanjia". In the entire dance club, only Lin Chen can do it perfectly without any mistakes. Pass.

Standing on the stage, especially a stage as big as the Jinghu Theater, the mental state of the dancers is completely different from that in the dance room.

"In the face of so many people dancing, there must be no mistakes!"

Lin Chen thought to himself.

He paid special attention to this rehearsal. The performance at the welcome party is not only related to whether his supercar dream can be realized, but more importantly, if he fails, he will be deducted 1 charm points, which is [-] hours. Lifespan!
In other words, that’s more than a year of lifespan!

The cheating system!

But it's useless to scold, the low ratio system won't reason with you.

In this mission, only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!

There are still five days left to perform on stage at the welcome party.

In the evening, Lin Chen took off his make-up in the women's bathroom as usual, took off the fake bear, and returned to the dormitory. Jiang Changgeng was complaining to several other people about the establishment of a Sanda club.

"Damn, the application was rejected again, shit!"

Some time ago, after Jiang Changgeng went to a boxing gym outside the school to learn Sanda at his own expense, it could be seen that the martial spirit in this guy's heart was completely ignited.

He really likes the sport of Sanda now, and the two or three hours of training in the boxing gym after the military training every night is not enough for him.

This guy doesn't play games in his spare time on weekdays. Whenever he has free time, he makes friends on the campus post bar, the University of Finance Forum and the campus confession wall. Of course, he is not looking for girls to expand the list, but looking for Like-minded people who like fighting sports, exchange and learn together.

"I said Old Jiang, why are you so obsessed with rebuilding the Sanda Club?"

Lin Chen looked at Jiang Changgeng's mournful face, and couldn't help laughing:

"You like practicing Sanda so much. It's your personal hobby. Why do you have to get the school's approval?"

"Find a few friends by yourself, buy a few sets of protective gear, boxing targets, and boxing gloves. We are so rich that we can practice anywhere."

Jiang Changgeng said with a full face of disbelief:

"Well, that's what I said, but when I think of the gymnasium being taken over by those grandchildren of Taekwondo, I can't swallow this breath."

"Also, I found that such a good sport as Sanda has such a low popularity rate in society, it's unscientific!"

"I was looking for local boxing gyms on the Internet. Taekwondo gyms are everywhere. There are also many training gyms for boxing and muay thai. There are even gyms for karate and Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, but our country There are only a handful of Sanda training halls of my own."

"Except for the one I'm in, in such a big Tianhe City, there are less than five places where you can learn Sanda. Brother Chen, why do you say this?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen also shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, foreign monks like to chant scriptures."

Indeed, the phenomenon Jiang Changgeng mentioned is not only in Tianhe, but also very common in the whole country.

The reasons for this situation are very complicated and cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences, but one thing is undeniable, that is, the high-level authorities do not pay enough attention to cultural export.

Not only Sanda as a sport, but also wrestling, fighting, and many other traditional arts and cultures of the Xia Kingdom, not to mention exporting them to the outside world, even inheritance is a big problem.

The younger generation went to learn muay thai, boxing, taekwondo and karate, not because they didn't want to learn things from their own country, but because it was difficult for them to learn even if they wanted to.

In fact, compared with mainstream martial arts such as Muay Thai and boxing, Sanda is the most comprehensive and flexible technique.

But it just can't develop.

why?
The main reason is that it has not done a good job in marketization.

Take Sanda as an example, the current mainstream Sanda practitioners in the Xia Kingdom are all athletes within the system, such as members of Sanda teams in various provinces and cities. kind of.

The income of these people in their respective sports teams is basically more than food and clothing, but not enough wealth. After retiring, unless they have participated in major competitions and won awards, not many people have the capital to open a museum to recruit students.

This is also an important reason for the scarcity of Sanda gyms in China.

The number of boxing gyms is scarce, which leads to the extremely low popularity rate of this sport among the people. If the popularity rate is low, there will be no popularity. If there is no popularity, there will be fewer practitioners from the folk. The less the income of the gym, the fewer the number of boxing gyms.

So day after day, vicious circle.

Another reason is the lack of national martial spirit.

In the concept of many parents, there is no concept of combat sports at all. What combat sports is, isn't it just fighting?
"Anyway, it's not good to fight with your hands."

"Children with poor grades go to sports."

I believe many parents have said these words to their children.

This concept of emphasizing civility over martial arts has been rooted in the hearts of the Chinese people for hundreds of years, which has also led to the fact that there are very few commercial fighting events in China. Except for some events held within the system, commercial events spontaneously established by the people can really be described as It is rare.

Without commercial events, where will the income of Sanda athletes come from?
When Lin Chen was in junior high school, a security guard at their school once won the provincial Sanda Championship, but the prize money for that championship was only tens of thousands of dollars. In addition, he was born in a poor family and had no money to open a gym. In the end, he had no choice but to work as a guard for Lin Chen and their junior high school.

This is not an isolated case. In the group of domestic fighters, similar things abound.

There are even many who practice Sanda and traditional wrestling. After retiring, they changed their careers to teach Taekwondo in order to make a living.

No matter how much Lin Chen looks down on Taekwondo, he has to admit that Taekwondo is really strong in terms of commercialization and cultural output.

These days, if you find any residential community of a certain size, there will definitely be a Taekwondo gym outside.

Girls are sent to learn ballet and Latin dance, and boys are sent to learn taekwondo. Many parents will do this.

Although taekwondo is not good in actual combat, but people can make money.

When you can't get enough to eat, how good are you in actual combat and is it useful?

Compared with athletes in football, basketball, table tennis and other sports, the social status and income of combat athletes are much lower.

It is different in foreign countries. An excellent fighter is worth a lot.

Whether it is Michael Tyson, Mayweather, Pacquiao in the boxing field, or various star players in UFC, the income of these guys is sky-high!

These are all based on the premise that the foreign fighting industry is highly commercialized.

Practicing this thing can make money and become famous, so some people will have the motivation to practice.

With the same strength, he is a fighting superstar abroad with sky-high net worth, but in China, he is probably just a martial artist in the eyes of everyone, and food and clothing are problematic.

And this is also the reason why many national skills represented by Sanda are gradually declining.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen could only sigh helplessly.

He has learned Sanda since he was a child, and he also has feelings for this sport.

But in the face of the current predicament of his own country's national skills, he is helpless.

"Old Jiang, it's good if you have this kind of heart."

Lin Chen patted Jiang Changgeng's shoulder and said with a smile:
"Want to develop Sanda? It's easy to say. You practice hard. If you have the ability, you can participate in mixed martial arts competitions in the future and become famous."

"When you become famous, people will naturally pay attention to which style of martial arts you practice. At that time, you will pat your chest and say: Xia Guo, Sanda!"

Listening to Lin Chen's words, Jiang Changgeng seemed to have seen himself wearing a national flag and holding a golden belt in the arena of the world's top fighting competition, and his eyes lit up instantly.

He could even imagine tens of thousands of spectators cheering for him, being regarded as a hero like an Olympic champion. Suddenly, his blood surged with pride, he slapped his thigh, and shouted:

"Okay! That's it!"

"After I graduate, I'm going to be a combat athlete!"

"I want to rely on our Xia country's Sanda to go abroad and stand on the world's top arena!"

"I want to win glory for the country!"

"I want to be the number one fighter in the world!"

"Come on, Old Jiang, just you?"

Hua Chengfeng and Deng Jun, who were fighting fiercely in the canyon next to them, couldn't help laughing and said:

"You are a student of the software college. After graduation, you should be honest and be a code farmer!"

"That's right, is it so easy to be a combat athlete? Only some of the people in the sports academy become official athletes after graduation every year. For the rest, it's hard to find a job! Doesn't he look good?"

"Being an athlete, especially a fighter, requires suffering beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Old Jiang, let's fight together as brothers. I remind you of this out of kindness."

Jiang Changgeng was not convinced, and argued:

"Fart! Who said that you have to be a sports professional to be a fighter?"

"Look at other people. Who didn't become a monk halfway and became a boxing champion?!"

Jiang Changgeng tried his best to give an example to refute the two people's words, but he didn't care about fighting in the past, and he didn't know any famous people in this field, so he couldn't think of it, so he could only use "then who" prevaricate.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Jiang, are you going to say next time that I have a friend who is like this?"

"Then I have also decided, since I joined the e-sports club, after graduation, I will become a professional e-sports player!"

"I want to become the number one mid laner in the world!"

"I want to become the number one jungler in the world!"

"I want to make the CN team in the LPL no longer have Nan Bangzi!"

"When TheShy sees me, he can only kneel and call daddy!"

"Get out! LOL is so weak, real men only play DOTA2!"

"It is my duty to rebuild the glory of DOTA!"

"I bother!!!"

This time it was Jiang Changgeng's turn to fight back.

"It's just you two cheaters, the junglers can train themselves to death, what do you want to eat?!"

"You two are senior members of Taobao.com, right?"

"If you two can be e-sports players, I can be a fighter!"

. . . . . .

The three of you talked to each other, arguing with red faces because of their respective visions for the future.

Looking at the three grandsons, Lin Chen just shook his head, and couldn't help feeling, it's nice to be young.

"Sister, how are you today?"

Lin Chen opened WeChat and sent a message to Lin Sisi.

In view of what happened to Lin Sisi before, Lin Chen is still a little worried about Lin Sisi's safety.

He made an appointment with Lin Sisi, and he would tell him that he was safe at nine o'clock every night, and if he went out, he had to tell him in advance.

Although Lin Chen saw the news of the arrest of Zhang Shufen's family on the news feed of his mobile phone during dinner today, but for the sake of insurance, there is no harm in being more vigilant.

He originally planned to move back, and since his sister wasn't by his side, he couldn't help but wonder if Lin Sisi would be in any danger again.

After all, when I was a child, my grandmother took Lin Sisi to the old Taoist priest to look at her and got a comment that I still can't hear.

Don't get me wrong, I, Lin Chen, am a firm materialist, but judging from Lin Sisi's growth trajectory all the way, Lin Chen has to care about the gossip of that old Taoist priest.

Crow mouth!
"My sister is not doing well today, huh huh"

On WeChat, Lin Sisi sent a series of aggrieved expressions.

"What's the matter? Who bullied you again?"

"Hey, my parents took turns calling today to ask me about my plan after graduation, whether I'm going to find a job in Tianhe City, continue to take the postgraduate entrance examination, or go home to take the qualification examination."

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"Of course I don't want to continue the exam after graduation. Whether it's the postgraduate entrance examination or the establishment examination, I have studied for so many years and took so many exams. Why do I still take the exam?"

"Then you can tell your parents that after graduation, you will find a job in Tianhe on the spot, and you don't plan to continue the exam."

"Oh, that's what I wanted to say."

Lin Sisi sent another series of aggrieved expressions.

"But...you forgot? That bitch Zhang Meng has been spreading rumors about me on the Internet before, so that I can't even find an internship now, and no employer wants me at all!"

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