Chapter 341 Rushing to the Venue

Matsuyama Iwa had already settled in the hotel, and Aokiji made reservations in advance for Busujima Saeko, Maeda Tora, and Teruhashi Sumimi to stay in the hotel for tomorrow afternoon, and then fell asleep.

In his opinion, there is nothing better than a good sleep to adjust one's state. When he woke up, his biological clock controlled Aokiji to get up at six o'clock on time. He opened his eyes, twisted his shoulders, and put on a pair of clothes. After putting on a sweatshirt, I stretched my body in the room and took the elevator down to the hotel.

Pushing open the hotel door, the air in Tokyo made Aokiji frown slightly. This somewhat 'familiar' smog smell made him suddenly recall the days when he worked before.

At that time, he had just started his job and was full of enthusiasm. He had to get up at 5:30 every morning, take the bus and the subway, and have to stand downstairs to eat his breakfast, then go upstairs and start working. When he got home, it was... At the end of the day at ten o'clock or eleven o'clock, sometimes I work overtime, and even go back to have a quick sleep at two o'clock.

What goes around comes around.

Those days, Aokiji still can't forget.

After raising his head and staring at the gray sky for a while, Director Aoki breathed a sigh of relief and started jogging.

There are many Christmas decorations on both sides of the street. Whether it is the Christmas trees placed on the street or the photos of Santa Claus hanging in the shops, Aokiji can't help but sigh.

Time flies so fast.

He jogged, admiring the city's rare silence in the early morning. Unfortunately, time passed too quickly in Tokyo. It was already dawn, and there were already a lot of men and women in suits and leather shoes walking hurriedly on the streets with tired faces. No one knows how many drinks they drank last night, or what time they went to bed last night.

In this mechanical steel jungle, Aokiji felt a little suffocated, which made him miss the leisurely life of Yachiyo City.

After a casual run around, Aokiji returned to the hotel and knocked on Songshanyan's door.

After a while, Song Shanyan opened the door from the inside with sleepy eyes: "Morning."

Seeing that the vest he was wearing was almost bursting with muscles, Aokiji shook his head and hammered the muscles on his chest: "What's the morning? It's almost eight o'clock, and we have to go to the weigh-in at nine o'clock."

"It's okay, the hotel is very close." Songshanyan was a little surprised: "You haven't eaten, have you?"

Aokiji rolled his eyes when he heard this: "I didn't drink any water either. Don't worry, you won't be overweight."

"You and I can still trust you." Matsuyamayan asked Aoki Si to come in and sit down, and he began to take clothes from his suitcase.

Seeing Matsuyamayan put on a sweater with Matsuyama Fight Club written on it, Aokiji thought of himself: "Hey, did you take my clothes?"

"Absolutely." Song Shanyan took out a set of clothes that were a few sizes too small from the suitcase and threw them to Aoki Si: "It's okay if you don't want to wear them. I think young people nowadays wear what they wear at the weighing ceremony. It’s quite fancy, don’t you deserve some jewelry or something? I can get you a necklace and watch.”

Aokiji just smiled when he heard this: "Forget it, I'm not interested in those."

I have to give myself a jingle-bell-shaped body, and I’m not a rapper, so why is it necessary?

Wearing a club sweatshirt is good, and it can also be used for advertising.

Aokiji pulled up his clothes and prepared to go back to his room: "Then you pack up quickly. After we go to the weigh-in, I will go to the station to pick up some friends and let's have lunch together."

"Well, by the way, the results of the draw came out at eight o'clock yesterday, did you read it?" Song Shanyan hurriedly called out to Aoki Si.

"Of course I did. Let's fight with Sugi Dou." Aokiji shrugged and said with a smile: "It seems that the hard work will be saved for the last time."

"Try not to get injured. The finals are in mid-January." Songshanyan reminded him tirelessly. Aokiji just nodded with a smile, went back to change clothes, and walked out. Songshanyan had almost finished washing, and Aokiji sat down. The car headed straight for the weighing ceremony.

When we arrived at the small auditorium rented by the program team, the outside was already crowded. Before Aokiji could open the car door, the reporters outside were like sharks who smelled the fishy smell and blocked them.

Aokiji didn't dare to open the door at all. The excited expressions of the reporters outside looked like a group of zombies surrounding him.

Songshanyan locked the car door almost subconsciously, then took out his mobile phone. Within half a minute of making the call, a group of strong men in black suits hurriedly came out to isolate some reporters. Songshanyan then pushed the door down and pulled away the car behind him. As soon as Aokiji got out of the car, the noise in his ears made his head hurt.

"Player Aoki, what do you think of tonight's game?"

"Aoki, do you think Uesugi Toto will be your opponent?"

"Uesugi Toto said he wanted to win. What do you think?"

A bunch of reporters held up microphones and rushed towards Aoki Si. Songshanyan protected Aoki Si nervously, and the security personnel hired by the program team around him felt their scalps numb. It can only be said that the current media is too There are too many, and the media with tickets inside are limited. At this time, most of the reporters outside are reporters who did not get tickets for the weighing ceremony.

They couldn't enter the venue, so they could only try to find some big news outside.

Aokiji was constantly being criticized, especially those reporters who were like repeaters, repeating a question over and over again. He had to lower his head and said while walking forward: "Sorry, excuse me, I have to go to the weigh-in." Heavy. Please ask questions at the press conference.”

Those reporters are so willing. Tsukasa Aoki is the biggest fish in this competition. They all stretch their arms extremely long and look anxious.

"Someone reported that your private life is chaotic. Is this true?"

"Some people say that Yabuki is suspected of illegally participating in the outside world and has a plan to crack down on match-fixing. Is this true?"

The mess of questions made Aokiji feel like a hundred mosquitoes were circling around his head. Fortunately, Songshanyan was tall and the security around him was strong, so he sent Aokisi directly to the backstage without any problems.

Entering his own exclusive lounge, Aokiji breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and looked at each other with Songshanyan.

"As for it?" Aokiji shook his head speechlessly.

"There's no way, the popularity of the show is at its highest right now. Your training in the last week was full of excitement. I remember the ratings of the last show exceeded 19. This is a variety show. Think about it, this show How hot it must be.”

Matsuyama Iwa's words made Aokiji a little helpless. He even added jealously: "This is still in Tokyo. If you want to go back to Chiba at this time, you will know what it means to be a city hero. In the past few days, everyone in my boxing gym has become a hero." I have gained your fans, and I hope you will make Qianye famous."

"This program promotes regionalism so much, so I'm not afraid of getting into any trouble." Aokiji started doing push-ups in the room.

It’s not because of anything, it’s purely because I want to excite my muscles and activate the shape—I’m going to weigh myself soon, and the photos won’t look good then, which will be troublesome.

Hey, although Aokiji doesn't like to be in the limelight like this, but since he is bound to be in the news, why not make himself more handsome?

And it was clear that there was still a verbal battle to be fought in a while, and Aokiji felt that his pretense was getting ready to show off again.