Living in an apartment: Only children make choices.

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Shirly pressed for an answer.

"If I keep losing, you won't marry me?"

Lu Zhanbo waved his hand.

"These are two separate issues and should not be confused."

"This will at most be a regret for me, but I still have to get married."

Shirly stepped forward and put her arm around Lu Zhanbo's arm.

"Zhanbo, I believe in you."

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"You will definitely win."

Lu Zhanbo nodded.

"Yes, I believe in myself too."

"Speaking of which, Connor is coming to China soon."

Shirly asked, puzzled.

What are you doing in China?

Lu Zhanbo said with a smile.

"Come here and create some hype!"

"Both of us are very popular right now. With such a large market in China, the UFC certainly can't ignore it."

"Once the press conference starts here, we'll banter with each other, and then I'm planning to take him to experience our Chinese bathing culture and try some local specialties."

Shirly said with a smile.

"You two have a pretty good relationship in private."

Lu Zhanbo said with a smile.

"There was no deep-seated hatred between us; it was more like a duel between gentlemen."

Shirly nodded.

"I understand, it's a love-hate relationship."

Lu Zhanbo corrected.

"Respecting each other while killing each other, there is no love."

Shirly said with a smile.

"Do we still need to train after dinner?"

Lu Zhanbo shook his head.

"No, I'll do cardio at home."

Shirly asked, puzzled.

Would you like to ride a stationary bike?

"I'll continue running."

Lu Zhanbo turned his head and said.

"No, this time I need your cooperation."

Shirly suddenly realized.

"You should have said so earlier. I'm going to take a shower now."

"Eat slowly." (Part 2)

Chapter 2089 Press Conference Showdown (Please Subscribe!)

A few days later, the UFC press conference was held in Shanghai.

The men sat in front of the television, watching Lu Zhanbo and Connor's passionate interaction.

Connor stood up and delivered his speech.

"The octagon is my home turf!"

"If you dare step into my territory, I will make you pay with your life!"

Lu Zhanbo retorted.

"Your home ground!"

"You're nothing but a miser who's smugly clinging to his belt!"

"Besides using psychological warfare to insult people, what else can you do?!"

"Once we're in the octagon, I'll slap you hard across the face, knock out your teeth, and make sure you can't pronounce anything correctly when you're talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei couldn't help but complain.

"Lin Yun, isn't Connor known for his sharp tongue?"

"Why does he seem so conservative when he criticizes people?"

Lin Yun said with a smile.

"It's only the beginning, we can't just throw out a royal flush right from the start, can we?"

"Moreover, foreigners are indeed relatively lacking in swearing skills."

"Their insults are nothing more than tearing you in half, shoving your head down your ass, or simply cursing the other person's parents, wife, and children. That's about it."

"To curse someone to go to hell is an extremely vicious insult."

"This is far inferior to the Huaxia 597."

Lu Ziqiao nodded.

"That's right!"

"Our great nation of China has a rich cultural heritage that is not limited to books."

"When Chinese people curse, they take their mother as the center, their relatives as the radius, and go around their ancestors for eighteen generations."

"If you win, your parents will live on; if you lose, your family genealogy will be sent to heaven."

Lin Yun nodded.

"That's right, so verbal abuse and profanity might be considered quite offensive abroad."

"But it's really quite a stretch to break through the defenses of the Chinese."

"It's all thanks to English that Zhanbo's performance was limited, otherwise..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a standard English sentence came from the television.

"Fuck you, mother!"

Lu Ziqiao said in surprise.

Is this correct?

"I always thought this phrase could only be used in China."

"Will I still be able to attend international events?"

Zhang Wei said earnestly.

"It's alright, Zhanbo has his reasons for doing this!"

Soon, a conflict broke out at the press conference. Staff members forcibly separated the two, and the press conference ended abruptly.

Guan Gu Shenqi stroked his chin and said.

"Why does it look a bit fake?"

Lin Yun turned his head and said.

"It's definitely fake."

"They were just playing a game, they didn't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, why are they acting like they're mortal enemies now?"

"They're just trying to create a buzz."

"It's all about making money, I can understand."

"But speaking of which, since we've arranged to have a match in the lightweight division these past two days, Zhanbo won't have to go through as much dehydration this time."

Zeng Xiaoxian nodded.

"That's right, every time he gets dehydrated, it feels like he's half dead."

"Standing in front of me, he looks like a tall skeleton."

"Playing matches is too physically demanding. I should retire as soon as possible after I defeat McGregor."

Lin Yun said with a smile.

"That depends on what Zhanbo thinks."

"However, it seems that the UFC values these two very much."

"Not only were a lot of resources allocated for promotion, but even the competition bonuses were increased sixfold."

Zeng Xiaoxian asked curiously.

"How much would that cost?"

Lin Yun replied.

"30 is roughly equivalent to a little over 200 million Chinese yuan."