I don't have a system but I have a hammer

That's right, I met a student who lives in the family compound in the fight club. He is a handsome young man with a strong body. While his appearance is comparable to Pan An's, his conversation is also quite funny, and many girls like him...

Work...I heard that he is a vagrant, his only hobbies are boxing and chess. I can't participate in the latter, because the chess hall where he learns chess is in the family compound, so I can only find a breakthrough from the former...

And because his family is superior, and his knowledge is not comparable to that of ordinary people, so the negotiations in the past three days can be said to have consumed a lot of my literary skills...

Almost every night, I sort out the chat topics for the next day, and think of ways to greet people that are eye-catching, so as to enhance the relationship between me and him...

It is conceivable that if I am old in the future, I should be able to live a good life as a salesman...

But the truth is, it has little effect...

Most of the prepared words and topics are useless. On the one hand, it is because he is very involved in training, not to mention chatting with people, he doesn’t even listen to the most basic music, and he is just like a crazy man...

On the other hand, he will start to study chess records in his spare time. Unless someone strikes up a conversation, he will always be immersed in the world of black and white chessboards...

But I'm not the only one who wants to strike up a conversation. A large group of wolves and tigers are waiting for you. The less courageous ones peek at him, the bolder ones ask him out directly, and what's more, they directly intercept him on the way home...

However, he declined them all...

At first I thought he was gay, but later I found out that he just finds playing chess and boxing more attractive than women...

The reason why I came to this conclusion is entirely because of his hard work in training and concentration in studying chess records, which reminded me of myself...

It was an absolute belief...

Nothing is as important as saving mankind!

Nothing is as important as chess and boxing!

The two are very similar, aren't they?

In the same way, I also know how difficult it is for a person with absolute belief...

But he is the key point for me to enter the family compound, so no matter how difficult it is, I have to bite the bullet...

Luckily, next week there is a fighting competition jointly organized by all the clubs in Beijing...

Since this kind of amateur competition in the circle is the best opportunity for each club to make money and publicize, so in terms of pre-match special training, the owners and sponsors of major clubs will naturally spare no effort to give support...

For example, ten days of closed pre-match training led by ten foreign coaches!

However, since this competition is relatively entertaining, the applicants can be said to be mixed. In order to prevent fish bombing or temporary withdrawal from the competition, the organizer has set a threshold for the so-called pre-competition training...

3000 RMB!

It probably means that if you want to come up to play, then no problem, just pay!

However, this will not stop his enthusiasm for boxing as a handsome guy. He is young and rich and obsessed with boxing. Naturally, he signed up for this special training...

And I... well... Facing the coach's deep doubts and the WTF of other students in the club, I still bite the bullet and wrote down my pseudonym on the registration form...

So next, let's pull the camera to the training ground...

In the huge gymnasium, ten square areas of the same size are divided. The ground and baffles of each area are covered with various advertisements of sponsors, and the names of the ten largest boxing clubs in Beijing are also marked...

They are...

“A boxing gym!!”

"Two boxing gyms!!"

"The same goes for boxing gyms!"

"... "

Of course, in addition to commercial content, there are also various training equipment in the area, and a foreign coach with a serious expression and motivational words...

"Did you fucking not eat! Or did you eat quick-drying glue!"

"Hmph, I didn't see your strength, I only saw a soft-legged shrimp!"

"Rhythm, rhythm of punching, are your ears deaf!"

"Idiot, dodge, pay attention to dodge!"

"The pace is too chaotic, not as good as my Teddy!"

"Damn it, what I want is a nimble monkey, not a dull pig!"

That's right, this soft-spoken and peaceful foreign coach is using his homely and extremely refined Chinese to gently soothe the contestants' exhausted bodies and cleanse their weak and helpless souls...

So thoughtful and so caring, it's like...

"Asshole, you train as long as you train, who are you scolding!"

Faced with other people's doubts, the gringo just smiled and nodded his forehead, and then put on an inviting gesture with extreme politeness...

"Not convinced? Yes, get out!"

The objector snorted unconvinced...

"Why, I paid the money!"

The gringo nodded symbolically...

"Okay, now I will ask the organizer to return the money to you..."

It seemed that he didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward. The corner of the retort's eyes twitched, and he fell silent...

Seeing this, the gringo sneered, then glanced at the people in the area who were sweating, and raised the volume with disdain...

"Who else wants to go?"

No one answered, still training on its own...

The gringo nodded in satisfaction, and lowered the volume a little...

"Remember, what I said may be ugly or even insulting, but I tell you, as a boxer who is about to enter the ring, there is only one most insulting thing, and that is to fall on the ring as a loser! "

After the words fell, the expressions of the contestants who were training in the area suddenly became subtle...

Some frowned, some curled their lips in disdain, some were expressionless, some thoughtful, some just smiled. The only thing that was consistent was that none of them stopped training...

The gringo naturally had a panoramic view of everything, but he didn't seem to be too relieved. He just coldly glanced at the retorter who bowed his head silently and dodged his eyes, and then gave a low drink...

"Some people, only the mouth is hard, and some people are hard except the mouth. Do you want to be the former or the latter?"

The rebutter didn't answer, but raised his fist again, and continued to wave it at the sandbag...

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but the speed of waving his hand seems to be a bit faster than before...

So what am I doing?

Yep, I'm practicing my steps on the sidelines...

Well, I admit, the guy who was not as good as Teddy in the mouth of the gringo just now is my humble...

There is one thing to say, this coach has a very vicious vision, just let me imitate his appearance and hit a few punches, and I can see all kinds of problems in me...

For example, the incoordination when swinging the arms, the inflexibility when moving short distances, and the indecisiveness when punching with the right arm...

In fact, I know what the reason is. The former is due to the long-term use of prosthetic limbs, the middle one is due to too much reliance on foot jets, and the latter is due to dislocations too many times, and there are certain psychological barriers...

Of course, you can't just talk about the bad but not the good, so he also mentioned the advantages...

For example, the accuracy of my punches is very high. It can be said that where to point and where to hit, the eye can reach the hand...

No, it's really a mouthful...

I originally expected him to praise me for my good physical strength...

Originally, he wanted to strengthen the punching power and speed of my right arm, so that with my punching accuracy, it would be a trump card for me...

But when I performed inertial dislocation for him on the spot, he stopped insisting...

But he is indeed very professional. After analyzing my disadvantages, he arranged other special training for me...

Yes, exactly what a professional boxer must learn...

Twelve strides training!