Senior Superstar

Early the next morning.

After Li Shixin got up, he cleaned himself up neatly.

According to Chen Antang's arrangement, today I will go to the radio and television building to meet with the program team of the Provincial TV Spring Festival Gala and make arrangements for the performance.

Although he sang his own song, since it was the Spring Festival Gala stage, Li Shixin couldn't decide what kind of performance he would need.

All need the arrangement of the program group.

At around nine o'clock, after breakfast, Li Shixin was sitting on the sofa looking at his cell phone, waiting for Chen Antang to call, when his cell phone rang.

But the call was not from Chen Antang—it was from Wu Ming.

"Hello? Xiao Wu, wake up this morning, what's the matter?"

"Shixin, you asked that old rascal in the square yesterday to join our fan club?"

Hearing Wu Ming's menacing question on the opposite side, Li Shixin was taken aback: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Why are you stuffing people into the fan club casually!"

On the other end of the phone, Wu Ming complained loudly and hung up the phone.

Before hanging up, Li Shixin frowned when he heard the noise coming from the phone.

Could it be...that old Zhangtou went to the small theater yesterday and made a fuss?

Li Shixin wanted to call Wu Ming again to ask in detail, but he didn't think about it, and he didn't know if Wu Ming was angry or something happened on the other side, but he didn't answer.

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Li Shixin murmured inwardly.

Seeing that there was no movement on Chen Antang's side, he simply put on his overcoat, went downstairs to take a taxi and rushed to the children's center.

...

After paying the fare at the place, Li Shixin got out of the car and entered the gate of the children's center when he heard a noise coming from the other side of his small theater.

"Why don't you let me join the regiment? Ah? Since you are the regiment leader, you have the power of life and death, right?"

"Why don't you join the group? You know in your heart! What is this place? This is the personal fan club of old brother Shixin! There are no restrictions on membership age and gender, but there is only one prerequisite - you must like Shixin. Fans who believe in us are like-minded people, so we accept it! What are you thinking, thinking that my wife doesn’t know? I told you, because your motives are not pure, and you want to sneak in to find your wife, my wife today I really won’t accept it!”

Hearing Wu Ming and Zhang Weiyu arguing tit for tat, Li Shixin slapped himself on the forehead fiercely.

Ma Dan!

Yesterday I also had a brain fever, knowing that Wu Ming is a man who doesn't rub the sand in his eyes, and this old man is rushing to find his wife, so the two of them must be colliding together to stage sparks colliding with the earth!

Thinking of this, he quickly strode in.

But unexpectedly, in the short time he regretted just now, the situation in the small theater has undergone tremendous changes!

Seeing that Wu Ming was sticking his waist, and he refused to let himself join the fan club, the bad-tempered and impatient old Zhang Tou quit.

Rolling up his sleeves, he patted the table, a group of old fans around, no matter how indifferent they are in the fan club, but which one is the good one?

If you see the other party coming, what's the deal?

A group of healthy people, such as Zhang Yaozhong's gang, immediately surrounded them, and they were torn apart from the two old brothers brought by Zhang Weiyu.

"What is this!"

When he entered the door and saw this scene, Li Shi's confidence trembled.

Hurrah,

The quarrel has reached Lao Tzu's territory!

Is this okay?

Seeing that a group of old fans fell behind in front of the other three, Li Shixin stepped forward in two steps at a time. With a catch, he grabbed Lao Zhangtou's arm. Unexpectedly, the opponent seemed to have practiced counter-subduing skills. When his right arm was captured, his arm shook, and his left hand subconsciously grabbed Li Shixin's arm. The capture came out shaking!

With just one move, the limbs and arms were crossed together, twisting into a twist.

As soon as the confrontation, it evolved from fighting skills to wrestling.

Seeing this posture, Li Shixin and Zhang Weiyu who met each other were taken aback.

Not for anything else - the tricks of the two people are exactly the same.

As if carved out of a mold.

This grappling technique was inherited by Li Shixin from the memory of the old man in southern Xinjiang. It belongs to the grappling fighting technique that was widely popular in the military and police circles around the 1980s.

Li Shixin originally thought that the other party was a troublesome old rascal, but seeing that the current tricks seemed to be of the same origin, he felt that the other party's identity might not be simple.

Looking at the doubts in each other's eyes, Li Shixin and Zhang Weiyu let go of their hands almost at the same time.

The action of the two of them just now has calmed down a group of old people around them.

In the silence, Li Shixin rubbed the quilt for a while, with some numb arms, he waved to Wu Ming who surrounded him, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"This old man is playing hooligans!"

"Fart! You're the hooligan!" Old Zhangtou became angry when he heard the word hooligan. He pointed at Li Shixin and said angrily, "He asked me to come here yesterday! Now that he's here, ask him how he responded." thing!"

"Shixin, he..."

Seeing the anger on Wu Ming's face about to sue, Li Shixin, who already understood that he must be responsible for the blame, quickly waved his hand, turned to look at the angry old Zhang, raised his chin, "Come with me , let's chat."

"snort!"

Seeing that Li Shixin acquiesced in his statement, the old Zhangtou snorted heavily at Wu Ming, dragged his broken leg, and limped on crutches to follow Li Shixin to the dressing room and office in the backstage.

"sit."

After entering the backstage room, Li Shixin pulled a chair and placed it in front of the old Zhangtou, while he himself sat across from him.

After Zhang Weiyu took his seat, he took another look at the stubborn old man in front of him.

From the looks of it, he should be younger than himself. That is to say, in his fifties and less than sixty, his spirit is not bad. Although one leg seems to be an extra object hanging on the body, the upper body of the whole person looks quite strong.

Especially those arms, Li Shixin clearly felt when he fought just now, that they should have been exercised all the year round when he was young, and every muscle was strong.

What a pair of unicorn arms!

"Dude, have you ever been a soldier?"

Facing Li Shixin's approach, Lao Zhang's lips twitched, and his neck twitched: "Interpol!"

oh,

Li Shixin nodded deeply—the former capture and combat soldiers and policemen were not separated from each other. In this skill, it makes sense.

"Good skill." Li Shixin boasted sincerely.

"You're not bad either!"

Facing the praise, the old Zhangtou's attitude did not soften, but wrinkled his nose with a stubborn face;

"But it means that I can't do it now. If you were ten years ago, you would not be my opponent! It seems that your capture is practiced by the army.

It's not that I look down on you, you soldiers always feel that you seldom get close to people, and you talk with marksmanship. Grabbing training is all done. Just now, if I were a desperado with a guy in my hand, your arm would be taken off! "

Seeing the opponent's expression of refusal to admit defeat, Li Shixin was delighted.

He did know that the other party was telling the truth.

In the confrontation just now, it was a tie on the surface, and no one could control the other. But in fact, Li Shixin took advantage of his stable base and strong wrist.

Otherwise, if the opponent made a counter-grasp just now, he might have already fallen down.

But Li Shixin is not a martial idiot, and he has no intention of arguing with Lao Zhangtou.

After confirming the other party's identity, he felt that it was unlikely that the other party came here to play hooligans. Li Shixin took a breath and looked at Zhang Weiyu.

"Dude, can we stop talking about the past? Now it's just the two of us, so let's talk about it. After all, why?"