From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In these two months, Anson seemed to return to his childhood.

Because of his weak body, he had to exercise, hoping to strengthen his physique; but the training was hard, and he often couldn't persist, refusing to continue exercising with a pitiful look, his eyes red, and tears hanging on his eyelashes.

His mother felt sorry for him, "Rest for a while, then rest for a while."

His father couldn't stand it and argued with his mother, but in the end, he couldn't win against his mother, and he muttered angrily, "Spare the rod and spoil the child," and then left in a huff.

That way, he could be lazy and rest for a while.

Closing his eyes, he could still smell the dry summer scent in the air mixed with the aroma of watermelon, soda, and cotton candy, but the chirping of cicadas made the world exceptionally peaceful. He always liked to run around barefoot, and the sound of his footsteps and cheerful laughter lingered under the clear blue sky for a long time, and that time seemed to be frozen forever.

Of course, with his three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, he only practiced a showy form, good-looking but not practical; but his physical fitness did improve a lot, and he also discovered some athletic abilities, bouncing around full of energy.

Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, he started exercising again, starting from the basics, but this time, he could no longer be willful, act spoiled, or be lazy.

Anson was indeed very focused and dedicated, not only for "Spider-Man" and not only for his acting career, but also returning to the childhood buried deep in his memory, reliving those moments.

The hardship and torment of sweating seemed to become a kind of enjoyment.

At this time, Anson standing in front of Matt Damon was definitely not just a showy form. Matt thought Anson had misjudged him, but how could Matt not have misjudged Anson?

However.

After falling twice in a row, Matt woke up and no longer underestimated Anson, preparing himself mentally and physically, and his fighting spirit quietly burned.

Making wild claims was one thing, but in reality, Matt didn't mean to underestimate him at all. He was on high alert, and this time, he didn't rashly attack first.

The lesson Matt learned from the previous two experiences was that he couldn't be too hasty. Impatience often led to losing the initiative, and he needed to be patient.

So, Matt was waiting, waiting for Anson to exert his strength.

Here it comes!

Matt was overjoyed. Between the pushing and pulling, Anson's strength came to his chest, and then... he exerted his strength, which made Matt's adrenaline surge instantly—

Opportunity.

Matt prepared to follow suit, using Anson's method to unload Anson's strength. His right hand flipped over to grab Anson's wrist, and just as he was about to exert his strength, he felt Anson's wrist push against the root of his palm and play a trick, not only breaking free but also jamming his wrist, causing a sharp pain.

Unable to exert strength.

Matt was shocked. What's going on?

He suddenly looked up and saw Anson's face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile that clearly said, "Got you." Before Matt could react, he felt an instant burst of power overwhelming his chest, breaking the balance in an instant.

Ugh.

With a muffled groan, Matt had already fallen backward, sprawled out on his back, his back tingling, even forgetting the pain, every cell and every muscle in his body protesting.

Nick: Dumbfounded.

Nick wasn't surprised by the power of Chinese Kung Fu. Even if Matt was defeated, it wasn't anything new; what surprised him was Anson's casual suppression. Even when Matt was fully prepared, he still easily broke the balance, but Anson still looked calm, as if he had just said hello.

Pfft.

A burst of laughter came from the side, and Nick turned his head vigilantly.

Zhang Sheng had a serious face, looking at his nose with his eyes, as if he were an old monk in meditation, completely unaware of the scene in front of him, and also unaware of Nick's gaze.

Nick: ?

"Matt, are you okay?" Anson's question broke the silence.

Only then did he notice that Matt was lying on the ground and hadn't stood up, which was different from the previous two times. Could it be that Matt was really injured from the fall?

...No way?

Matt was lying on the ground in a "spread-eagle" position, motionless. Hearing the question, he didn't speak, but just raised his right hand and waved it.

The sound of breathing was a bit heavy and a bit rapid.

It seemed that after falling three times in a row, Matt really needed some time to catch his breath.

With a carp leap, Matt stood up again, no longer seeing the previous hippie smile, his expression becoming serious, and a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. It was obvious that his competitive spirit had been activated, and his whole person had entered a different state.

Embarrassed? A little bit.

In fact, more importantly, he was "vulnerable."

Matt had not expected that he would be like a Barbie doll, not to mention resisting, but being knocked down in the first round three times in a row.

In a boxing match, this would be three "KOs."

Inadvertently, there was a hint of arrogance in his words, the curve of his mouth slightly raised again, and the light shining in his eyes was completely different.

Anson, "Can I refuse?"

Matt: ? ? ?

Things shouldn't be like this.

Aren't things in movies and TV shows always like that, where they have a fair competition, everything is aboveboard, heroes cherish heroes, and it's filled with righteousness? Matt makes a challenge, and Anson should agree with heroic spirit.

Isn't it?

Matt, "Uh."

Anson spread his hands, "I'm not an official disciple here, just an amateur. Why are you taking me so seriously? Why don't you challenge the real master."

His gaze looked over.

A certain onlooker had a face full of interest, and compared to a theater, he was only missing a plate of melon seeds and a bottle of soda. As a result, he was suddenly exposed under the spotlight, caught off guard, and blinked his eyes, actually stammering.

Actually!

A smile flashed in Anson's eyes. This wasn't revenge. How could revenge be so simple? It was just a small prank to retaliate a little.

Then, Anson brought his attention back, "However, how can someone as handsome and kind-hearted as me bear to refuse? I'll reluctantly agree."

Matt: Pfft.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Zhang Sheng also felt his cheeks twitching badly.

Regardless, Matt and Anson still started their fourth pushing hands match. Five seconds later, Matt flew out again like a gliding waterfowl.

Even though Matt had already brought out 120% of his strength, waiting on high alert with the highest treatment, the ending was still the same. This time, he simply lay on the ground—

Can't get up, or doesn't want to get up?

In fact, this time Matt was patient and cautious enough. He pushed with Anson for three rounds, waiting for Anson to exert his strength, and then he pulled Anson's wrist in an attempt to push him out, but unexpectedly, he was pulled back by Anson.

Gentle, tenacious, inclusive.

Anson's strength and Matt's strength intertwined and switched positions like a Bagua. One second Anson lost his balance and lunged forward, and the next second Anson actually used the force to pull back, and further used the force of the two people to pull Matt while his center of gravity was leaning back, and Matt lunged forward.

Matt simply took advantage of the situation to stack his body weight and crash towards Anson with all his strength. As a result, Anson dodged to the side, pulled and pushed, and all the force fell on Matt himself, losing his balance and flying out again.

Smack.

Face landing.

Fifth update.