League: I really didn't hang up

Chapter 35

07:30 in the evening.

Sister Jiao came in carrying a lot of hot pot ingredients.

After a few brief exchanges, Gala closed the store and followed Sister Jiao upstairs.

Turn on the fire to cook the soup, and the two started a hot pot buffet at home.

For a full hour and a half from 08:30 to [-]:[-], gala sat at the dining table, either cooking or cooking the ingredients.

Unlike in the past, gala doesn't talk much today, and spends most of her time cooking.

The more you eat, the more hungry, the more hungry you eat.

"Aren't you going to eat the rest of the rice?" Gala pointed to the half pot of rice left in the rice cooker.

Sister Jiao glanced at him, and drew an arc in the air with her small hand holding the chopsticks: "Take it, take it."

Gala started drying with half a pot of high-quality carbon water. The food made him forget about the short day.

Obviously it's not easy for me, but I just can't see others suffering...

"Hey, I'm so hungry, sister Jiao, pass me the oral liquid."

"Oral solution?" Sister Jiao was puzzled.

Gala rubbed her head: "It's happy fat house water."

Seeing Gala reaching out to take the Coke, Sister Jiao couldn't help raising her pretty eyebrows: "You call this oral liquid?"

"That's not—"

Gala pointed to the pile of food next to him, and reported his names one after another.

"This is vitamin C, this is the source of life, and there are high-quality fats and high-quality proteins—"

"I'm so self-disciplined... Hiccup... so hungry."

"..."

Sister Jiao looked at the half pot of rice that had bottomed out, and couldn't help her curiosity. She stared at Gala and asked, "Do you have the ability to digest while eating?"

"Then I won't eat, I'll be fine when I'm hungry." Gala sniffled.

Sister Jiao: "..."

"Sister Jiao, what are you doing every day?" Gala asked curiously, "I haven't seen you staying in the store every day."

Sister Jiao took a sip of the small porcelain cup: "Go out to borrow money, why, do you want to lend me some too?"

"Ah? Sister Jiao, do you still need to borrow money?"

"Heh..." Sister Jiao raised her head and glanced at him coldly, "I really don't know what you post-00s think."

"us?"

Sister Jiao: "None of your business, eat your meal."

After eating and drinking.

With her arms folded, Sister Jiao appeared at the kitchen door on time, and said softly, "Come on, follow me into the house—"

Gala, who did a good job in cleaning the kitchen, tore off her gloves, turned her head and glanced at Sister Jiao suspiciously.

"Hurry up, don't force me to do it."

"..."

"What are you doing there?"

"Ah? Didn't I go to your room?"

"Go away, I'm talking about here."

"Oh."

After following Sister Jiao into a room, Gala seemed to discover a new world.

Contrary to imagination, not only is there no warm color design in this room, on the contrary, the black that can be seen everywhere portrays the feeling of coldness to the extreme.

There are fitness equipment everywhere, and in the middle of the room, there is a thick layer of soft cushions.

A decent little gym.

"Take—"

After Sister Jiao threw a pair of gloves to Gala, she stretched her neck and walked to the mat to start warming up.

Gala looked at the boxing gloves in her hand, and felt like dying.

"Sister Jiao, I don't know how to punch."

"Is there anything wrong with a man, can't he hit someone?" Sister Jiao said without turning her head.

Seeing Sister Jiao's sudden kick, she took advantage of the momentum and slashed across the ground.

Sister Jiao, who changed into tight-fitting yoga clothes after dinner, because this movement immediately showed the strengths of her graceful figure to the fullest.

"The flexibility, the long legs, the size...not suitable for children."

"But I'm an adult."

Gala sniffled, leaned against the plastic dummy, and said softly, "Are you looking for someone who can beat someone? Are you looking for someone who can get beaten! I'm too embarrassed to tell you."

Sister Jiao snorted coldly, then knelt down on the mat, leaned back with her two slender arms leading her body, and then made a movement of lowering her waist.

The proud figure looked even more charming against the backdrop of the yoga clothes, and the short skirt half-wrapped her straight buttocks, teasing someone's visual organs.

"You man, are you still afraid that I won't succeed? I'll give you a chance, don't be useless."

……

A moment of silence.

Sister Jiao didn't hear any reply, thinking that the bastard had fled before the battle, so she got up and stood up.

"What's the matter with you?"

Sister Jiao looked at Gala who was standing next to her and was wiping her nosebleed with her head up, and she couldn't help showing a bit of disgust in her eyes.

"Ugly!"

Gala sniffed her nose a few times, and after confirming that she was no longer bleeding, she said slowly, "Can this be my fault?"

"Don't think I'm afraid of you, I can't bear to see you get hurt."

"I suffered a serious internal injury today. This is a bad omen! A bad omen!"

"If you still plan to fight with me, then it's not a fight to win, and you will lose face if you say it, sister Jiao."

Sister Jiao sneered, "I don't care."

"..."

Gala finally understood that if he didn't fight her today, he might not be able to leave.

But what really made Gala make up her mind to try her hand is that no matter whether she can win or not in this fight, she will benefit from it.

After he saw something he shouldn't have seen just now, he got a lot of nosebleeds when he got excited.

But at this time, the system panel clearly showed that his hematopoietic ability was constantly improving...

So Gala felt relieved, even if she was beaten and beaten, it would probably be of great benefit to her body.

A profitable trade.

"Let's talk about the rules first, let's discuss martial arts, and we'll stop there."

"Ah."

"I don't know boxing, so I can do whatever I want, no problem?"

"Ah."

"Also—"

"Where is so much nonsense."

After saying this, Sister Jiao rushed over like an arrow with her bowed body, stabbing straight at Gala.

Although Gala doesn't know boxing, her reaction speed is top-notch.

When Sister Jiao hit her with a straight punch, Gala put her head in her hands and quickly dodged the blow.

"I can't even beat—"

"boom--"

Gala, who had escaped a catastrophe, was about to taunt, but who knew that Sister Jiao didn't give him time to react, and punched again after missing a punch.

An uppercut hits his jaw.

"call……"

After being hit at the center of balance of the body, Gala's eyes went black for an instant, and then countless stars appeared.

After that, he couldn't stand still.

Sister Jiao then greeted with a set of combined punches, and Gala fell into a unilateral defensive state.

[The jaw is hit: Balance +20; Resistance +15]

[The left chest was hit: blood +20; resistance +10; strength +20; health +20]

[The right rib is hit: blood +15; resistance +20; strength +15; health +20]

……

Although the various indexes of Gala's physical data are skyrocketing, the reality of being beaten remains unchanged.

Therefore, even though he sometimes has a clear head and wants to counterattack, but because his physical fitness cannot keep up with the speed of his brain, he once fell into passive defense.

At the back of the fight, Sister Jiao stopped attacking after several sets of punches, and Gala was still standing on the spot and waving "Big Boxing" to defend.

"Come again!"

After all, Gala is a man, and he was angry at being beaten like this.

"You... come here!"

"You're dizzy, come here today."

Sister Jiao bit the sticky tape and tore off her fist, then threw the white towel around her neck onto Gala's face, turned and walked outside.

"Puff-"

The moment the door closed, Gala instantly fell to the ground.

While his whole body was in pain, an inexplicable force poured into every part of his body like a spring of oasis.

"Congratulations, your physical training has been promoted to the black iron rank——"

"Please choose your reward—"

　Congratulations to RNG for winning the MSI championship!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)