After a moment, the applause gradually subsided.
After it was over, the onlookers blew on their hands.
My hand hurts a little...
"Thank you all for coming." The host turned around, opened his arms, and called out to the audience, "Today's competition is about to begin. Please move to the arena. I hope you will enjoy the competition to the fullest!"
Then, the five muscular men wearing animal headgear began to exit the stage in an orderly fashion.
The cameraman next to him also put the lens cap on the camera and prepared to wrap up.
As the event came to an end, the onlookers dispersed. Some left the Dongdu National Martial Arts Hall directly, while others bypassed Guangyou and his companions and went upstairs to the competition venue.
"Mr. Mori, thank you so much for today."
The host handed the microphone to his assistant, walked up to Uncle Mori, and smiled obsequiously, "If you're interested, you can go upstairs to watch the match. I'm not exaggerating when I say it, today's match is absolutely fantastic. Oh, and of course, it's free if you go."
"I'll go take a look." Uncle Mori nodded, accepting the free gift with ease. "If there's nothing else, I'll head up now."
The host nodded quickly: "Okay, I hope Mr. Mori has a good time today. If you need anything, please feel free to call me."
After exchanging pleasantries, Uncle Mori stepped off the stage, preparing to go upstairs to the stadium to watch the game. It was a free match, so why not take a look?
"That's it?" Guangyou looked at the dispersing crowd, his lips twitching. He thought there would be other activities after guessing the contestants, but it was over already.
That's it?
Never mind, it's none of his business. Let's go upstairs and watch the game.
As the crowd dispersed and the throng remained, Uncle Mori only noticed Kōyū and his group when he reached the stairs. He asked in surprise, "Hey, what brings you guys here?"
“We came to watch the game,” Guangyou explained. “Sonoko-nee gave us a few tickets. We had nothing to do on our day off, so Ran-nee brought us here to broaden our horizons.”
"Alright, let's go up together then." Uncle Mori looked at the cramped staircase and whispered, "I don't know what's so interesting about this kind of trick to fool children that so many people are watching."
Fortunately, his voice was soft, and with the sound of footsteps coming and going, no one else heard his complaint. Otherwise, Uncle Mori would definitely have received a lot of eye-rolls.
After the number of people on the stairs decreased, the group went upstairs to the competition venue.
"Honestly, I only took this job because the pay was decent," Uncle Mori complained, sitting in his seat with a troubled expression. "I never expected to end up playing the clown."
"I think it's alright," Xiaolan said, closing the brochure. "Actually, these kinds of competitions are quite popular among young people. I remember there was a special move called... weird, what was it called again?"
She had done her homework before coming, and the name of that ultimate move appeared very frequently, but she couldn't remember it at the moment.
"Sister Xiaolan, don't think about it if you can't remember." Guangyou raised his head, gestured to the central arena, and said, "The competition is about to start, so just focus on watching the competition."
"If it weren't free, I wouldn't come to watch this kind of trick to fool kids." Uncle Mori slumped in his seat, half-closing his eyes as he watched the fighters on the stage. "No matter how exciting the fight is, it's all an act, it's not interesting at all."
...
"Well done!"
The sudden cheers made Kōyū glance to the side, where he saw Uncle Mori excitedly standing up, waving his arms and shouting, "That was so much fun!"
Is this considered "it smells so good"?
Sure enough, no human being can escape the "it smells so good" phenomenon.
Conan looked at Uncle Mori speechlessly, thinking to himself, "He says he won't watch, but his actions speak louder than words."
Sitting back down, Uncle Mori asked, still somewhat unsatisfied, "Ran, when is that wolf-faced warrior they were talking about going to appear? They said he's really powerful."
Because the park provides a one-day pass, which allows unlimited entry and exit to the competition venue for the entire day, the staff gave everyone a schedule of today's matches upon entry.
"Let me see," Xiaolan said, looking at the schedule. "Wolfface Warrior is participating in the middleweight tournament today, which is the main event of the morning."
"So that means he's very likely to become the final champion?" Uncle Mori couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. No wonder the organizers invited him to participate in that event; it turned out they were building momentum for that wolf-faced warrior.
"He's definitely going to be the champion."
Ai flipped through the brochure and said in a voice only she and Mitsuyoshi could hear, "He's currently on a winning streak. If he loses, his popularity will reach unprecedented levels, and he'll become just an ordinary player. Only a winning streak can maintain his popularity and keep the audience excited."
Turning to look at Ai, Kōyū smiled slightly. Of course he knew all this, but he pretended not to know and said, "Is that so? Now that you mention it, it seems to make some sense."
After closing the brochure, Ai glanced at Kousuke, then looked back at the central arena. She could tell that Kousuke was cooperating with her, but she pretended not to know and said calmly, "If you put yourself in a businessman's shoes, you can see that too."
A rare, enigmatic smile appeared on both of their lips simultaneously.
This feeling is quite interesting.
“It’s very likely to be him.” Xiaolan didn’t think too much about it, closed the brochure and said, “He once swore that if he lost, he would take off his mask in every future match, but he has already played 65 matches and won them all, so I think he still has some strength and he shouldn’t lose this time either.”
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