My Elder Sister is a Superstar

Americans' curiosity and longing for Chinese Kung Fu are inextricably linked to a Chinese American Kung Fu superstar. Many American adults grew up watching his movies. Davis especially liked to watch fancy and cool kung fu movies when he was young.

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

"You know I'm an amateur fighting master. Changing to fighting tricks can make me play better." Martinez insisted on his attitude.

"You don't mean others will. This is a set, not a fighting arena. I just want gorgeous and cool actions, not your fighting skills." Davis doesn't bird him.

As a star with a high status in Hollywood, Martinez is qualified and confident to argue with the director. Both sides have their own opinions, which attracted the attention of the crew. However, regardless of the onlookers, he is afraid that the fish in the pond will be sprayed with blood.

"If you're not in shape, you can use a double." Davis proposed.

"It's not that I'm not in shape. If I change to fighting, my condition will be better." Martinez said, "Chinese Kung Fu is famous for its flashiness. Those tricks and embroidered legs look ridiculous. It's hard to learn..."

This is the key point.

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

"Chinese kungfu is not about fists and legs." Martial arts instructors silently acted as gourd eaters on the side, listening to Martinez's disdain for Chinese martial arts. After a while, they finally couldn't help it.

Yu Yongsheng began to practice martial arts at the age of ten. Now there are five in thirty. The word Kung Fu is imprinted in his life. Kung Fu is not only a hobby, but also his profession.

Just like people who move bricks hate being teased on the Internet every day.

"Isn't it? People in your country describe aerobics like this." Martinez turned his head and said to Yu Yongsheng.

"That's the advantage of Chinese Kungfu in strengthening the body, but it's not all." Yu Yongsheng said.

"Do you want to say that you are good at fighting." Martinez glared at Yu Yongsheng.

He argued with the director about what happened to this guy. Originally, a little anger was naturally transferred to Yu Yongsheng.

"Average, third in the world." Yu Yongsheng shrugged and said that he was ready to leave. He was a big star and could not be provoked.

But Martinez pushed him angrily, relying on his height advantage, looking down on Yu Yongsheng: "are you interested in a contest?"

Yu Yongsheng didn't nod and was pushed again.

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

The crew moved the lights and equipment to a distance, and the two exchanged views 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, and some may no longer be able to fight, but Yu Yongsheng, who is in his prime of life, can.

The director asked people to get boxers again, which seemed to be really a rising duel.

The melon eaters crowded around.

Qin Baobao and Su Yu moved to the small bench and took Qin Ze to eat melons together.

"Why is it fighting?" Su Yu asked Qin Ze, and she saw that Qin Ze had come here long ago.

"The foreigner said that Chinese Kungfu was a flower fist and embroidered leg. The martial arts instructor refused to accept it, and then they competed." Qin Ze did not comment on Martinez's arrogance.

"Oh, get away." Qin Baobao gave a low cry.

Over there, Yu Yongsheng slipped and leaned back to avoid Martinez's hook, and walked around him. Martinez attacked frequently, and occasionally he was blocked, and more often the attack failed.

Yu Yongsheng is naturally weak in height and strength. The foreigner's muscles are very developed and explosive, but his endurance is not good. This is the same as the online rumor that the muscles of the gym can't beat the muscles of moving bricks.

"Why are you always hiding? Hit him, hit him." Qin Baobao whispered.

Just then, Yu Yongsheng, who seized the opportunity, broke out in a sprint, bent down close to Martinez, hugged him around the waist, tripped and threw him to the ground, waved his fist and smashed him.

Martinez wanted to fight back, but Yu Yongsheng, an experienced man, put his hand around Martinez's neck and shrunk his head at the same time. The latter's fist could only hit his hard skull and back. And his fist hit each other in the face.

"Enough is enough!"

Amid the uproar of the melon eaters, Davis shouted.

Yu Yongsheng's blood suddenly condensed, and his heart was awe inspiring. He looked up while blocking his fist, and saw Davis's dissatisfied look.

The unhappiness in the other party's eyes almost destroyed Yu Yongsheng's competitive heart.

He is just a martial arts instructor.

The other party is a star who pays money.

It is not equal by nature.

As usual, the stars play big names in the crew, and the director can only give way. As a martial arts instructor, you take yourself too seriously.

It's a duel, but you can't take it as a fair and just duel. You can't say it's "Kamen, let's fight".

And although the director doesn't agree to change to fighting, 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 "Duel" quickly retreated. A man with a family and a room who quickly stepped into middle age thought that his head was iron, so he loosened his hands: "that's it..."

"Kind" didn't say, and Martinez punched him in the face.

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

Want to stop after hitting someone? It doesn't exist!

Martinez felt that the other party was exhausted, so he wanted to take advantage of it and shouted to stop.

"Just at the beginning, don't you Chinese often say 300 rounds of war. Oh, I especially like to fight with women. It's really unpromising." Martinez was roast as he played.

Yu Yongsheng didn't have time to explain that he misinterpreted the meaning of "300 rounds of war", and closed his fist in a professional posture to cover his face. Ouch, the foreigner's fist really hurts.

The fist hit his face, making a dull sound.

The melon eaters in a circle are still booing, like the spectators in the bullring, and have no intention of stopping.

Maybe Yu Yongsheng pleaded for mercy and conceded defeat, and someone would stop it, but this is too difficult for a Chinese man who loves face and practices martial arts.

The melon eaters are very excited and sincerely happy about this reversal, because it is the Americans who win.

"Martinez is really good. The martial arts instructor can't beat him."

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

"Well, he doesn't resist anymore. It's so counseling."

"Too weak, short and thin, of course, I can't fight."

Dare to fight back? Turn around and let you go.

Martinez was fighting hard. Suddenly, he felt his fist held by someone and looked up angrily. He was the agent of the specially invited Chinese star.

"Hey, you've won." Qin Ze said, "he lost, stop."

“Go away。” Martinez was not angry. He shook Qin Ze's hand hard. When he shook it, he also hit Qin Ze in the stomach.

He swung his fist and hit again, and his arm was held again. Before he got angry this time, he threw him out with great strength, and Martinez rolled out a long way.

The melon eaters exclaimed in an uproar.

"If you want to continue the duel, I'll accompany you." Qin Ze glanced at him and turned to help Yu Yongsheng.

In his eyes, he easily saw through the fishy, and it was difficult to make a comment on this man's helplessness. On the contrary, I have a deeper understanding of the sentence "Wu Fu is like a reckless man".

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

If you have to make yourself so miserable, the rich are the big guys these days.

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

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

"This guy has great strength, but his endurance is generally poor. It's a common problem of gym muscle men. Don't fight with him." Yu Yongsheng said in a low voice, "let him know that Chinese Kung Fu is not tricky."

I don't know Chinese Kung Fu!

Qin Zexin said.

"Go away." Qin Ze patted Yu Yongsheng on the shoulder: "fortunately, I have money."