Nan Jia didn't like this, but she was used to it.

"Your uncle's opponents have many like this."

"ah?"

Susu rubbed her hands and looked at her opponent, who was as strong as an ox, and then at her uncle, who was of standard build.

"I'm a little worried about uncle."

If I had known earlier, I would have given him a powerful talisman and asked him to stick it on.

This opponent is so big, he can't beat my uncle into a meat pie!

Susu thought, crossed her arms, and her cheeks bulged, "Poor uncle."

Fortunately, there is medicine in Susu's little medicine box.

"This big guy is real, what is he going to do?"

"hiss--"

She really wanted to bring him back!

Nan Jia also focused all her attention on the TV, looking at Ling Jinwen above with some confusion, "It's impossible... How is this possible? This is not his strength at all."

"it hurts!"

The tall nose bridge, thick sword-shaped eyebrows, and unmodified facial features resist the camera, exuding a mysterious beauty.

The spell took effect, and the chest-muscled man gained infinite strength in an instant.

Uncle is the best~

The chest-muscled man took a few steps back, feeling waves of pain coming from his internal organs.

Ling Baichen pondered, "We can't just look at a person's appearance, but also look at other advantages in a person. Things like appearance cannot be determined."

But when he was making avoidance movements, the chest-muscled man had already arrived behind him and punched Ling Jinwen directly on his left shoulder blade with a heavy punch.

The close-up shot turned to the opponent. Guoguo, who was watching the fight on the other side, immediately frowned and said with undisguised disgust, "What the hell! Boxing matches also require aesthetics, okay? Can he improve his skin management? If not, he can trim his eyebrows.

It’s also good!”

The live broadcast first gave Ling Jinwen a close-up.

"Damn it, damn it."

"Okay, okay." Nan Jia looked at Susu's reaction and touched the back of her head in a funny way, "He is not your uncle's opponent, he is just an illusion."

"There is no way to play a game without getting injured. My uncle will adjust right away. Let's continue to watch."

A red mark instantly swelled up on his face. The man with chest muscles licked his lips, and his mouth was filled with blood.

While he was complaining, Ling Jinwen already hit him with a right hook.

He has his own rhythm for every step, so fast that others can't see clearly.

He walked towards Ling Jinwen step by step.

"Okay!"

Susu is unimaginable.

Yes!

She grew up in such a good-looking group, and her father told her not to judge people by their appearance?

The chest-muscled man launched a violent attack.

The game begins.

I managed to squeeze into the finals of the selection competition.

Ling Jinwen's attack continues.

No loss, no loss.

"The game has started, shut up and watch the game."

"Okay!" Susu responded positively to her aunt's words.

What does it mean to come on stage so roughly?

But I didn't expect this person to be so persistent.

The first time she made her father speechless, Guoguo smiled and said, "And I made a lot of money."

He is a logic genius.

Ling Jin's tattoo didn't show on his face and he kept his body steady to deal with the attack.

"You forced me..."

Ling Baichen:......

Susu couldn't help but sigh after seeing it, "So handsome!"

"Can all boxers be held to my uncle's standards?"

At a young age, Susu has already vividly interpreted the word double standards.

The self-confidence accumulated in so many previous games collapsed.

"It seems that the strength has improved a lot."

The sound of broken shoulder blades could be clearly heard between the two of them.

Guoguo frowned. Is there anyone ugly in their family?

The muscles on that muscular man's arm were all big and big, and when they exerted force together, it made uncle feel so much pain!

Nan Jia also felt sorry for her husband, but seeing Susu's reaction, she felt lighter inside, "It's okay. Look, my uncle also beat him before, many, many times!"

O(∩_∩)O haha~

The match had already begun. The man with chest muscles threw a left hook. Ling Jinwen flexibly bent down and dodged it. He then raised his leg, kicked his foot, and landed a steady kick on the chest man's abdomen.

Susu was watching the live broadcast in front of the TV, her brows furrowed in distress.

Guoguo secretly made a V sign.

Simply impossible!

"hiss--"

"Yeah! Susu is right."

Ling Baichen agreed with Guoguo's idea, but when he thought about his mission of educating children...

"Guoguo, we can't judge people by their appearance."

But what happened next was completely contrary to what they expected.

Uncle must be in pain.

But we can't let Guoguo develop this habit of only looking at appearance.

"What Susu said makes sense." Nan Jia was amused by her.

"Oh." As a determined child, Guoguo was completely unmoved, "Dad, I remember that your company also has a number of plastic surgery hospitals!"

When we meet on a narrow road, we win!

His attack speed is extremely fast.

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

The chesty man's eyes widened and he quickly ran away.

It's simply disrespectful to their audience.

"Then how can it be the same!" Susu shook her head and folded her fingers in a clear manner, "Uncle is Susu's uncle, and the muscular man is not from the Susu family."

He couldn't even make it to the semi-finals before.

The muscular man was beaten to the corner of the field.

Susu pouted her lips proudly and asserted, "That's no match for uncle! Come on, uncle! Uncle is the best!"

Ling Jinwen squinted his eyes to judge the direction of his movements, and accurately avoided to the right.

Just as he was dodging, Ling Jinwen's left hook hit him hard in the face.

Face, belly, arms, thighs...

"Yeah!" Susu immediately raised her little hand and shook it.

Before he had time to prepare for defense, Ling Jinwen's fist had already hit him.

Nan Jia was no stranger to this man and explained to Susu, "Uncle has defeated him many times."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Ling Jinwen coldly.

Every time Ling Jinwen made a defensive posture in front, the chest-muscled man had already circled behind him.
To be continued...