Mysterious journey

Wow.

The downpour was swaying in waves, dense in some places and thin in others. It hit the leaves and grass, making a swishing sound.

Gallon sat alone in a cafe on campus, gently stirring the fragrant coffee in a white porcelain cup, looking at the blurry rainwater pouring down the side window.

"Are you alone?" A beautiful girl with blond hair walked over to Gallon's table.

Garen glanced at her and waved his hand, indicating that he could help himself.

"The famous fighting club president Garon Thomas, as a freshman, has been promoted to the position of the first fighting club president, and all the members are convinced, tsk tsk," the girl said in an admiring tone.

She has a pair of slender willow eyebrows, and her eyes have a naked sense of aggression, without any sense of female restraint.

"Are you interested in joining our free fighting club?"

The pale yellow dress she will be wearing.

Garen was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he picked up the coffee and drank it slowly. He was still used to drinking tea, and drinking coffee or other things made his mouth sour and uncomfortable.

He was considering whether to let Bald and the others find some oriental tea for his own use.

"The fighting club just has more people and more money, but its real strength is actually not as good as our free fighting team. Our free fighting cheerleading team is the most beautiful cheerleading team in the school. There are so many beauties in it, no matter what type you like. Found inside, you know, many team members have admired you for a long time."

This girl lives like a pimp, and the strength and courage she talks about refers to the number of beauties on the cheerleading team.

"Give me a mocha. Thanks."

She turned her face sideways and said to the waiter who came over.

"OK, just a second."

The waiter was actually a part-time student at the school. He looked at the combination of the two people a little strangely. The blond girl was also a famous social butterfly in the third grade, and he also knew her.

"In addition, I found that you have the same trouble as many freshmen, that is, the interpersonal relationships are not very harmonious. Are you focused on studying but not good at interpersonal relationships? It doesn't matter. Our club is also enthusiastic about helping members in their personal lives. It's also because of interpersonal communication. Are you worried? We can help you find your own perfect little circle. It can serve as a perfect bridge for you to communicate with others."

She is very confident. The free fighting cheerleading team is not just composed of girls from the school, but also has the most beautiful beauties from many surrounding schools. As a top prestigious school, many girls are proud of having a boyfriend from a prestigious school. Even beauties have vanity. For those who are obsessed with comparison, let alone a type like Garen who has both talent and appearance, becoming a playboy is often just a matter of thought.

"From my personal point of view, if you want to be an interpersonal expert that everyone loves and can handle all kinds of embarrassing situations and troubles with ease, most of the conditions you need are actually met, and you only need a little."

"too weak."

Her voice was suddenly interrupted by Garen.

The girl looked at him in astonishment as he picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"I just don't like being around a bunch of weaklings."

Garen glanced at her, and the two of them immediately fell silent. The girl wanted to say something more, but she didn't know how to say it. She had no idea that the other person was not bad at interpersonal relationships, but that he didn't like dealing with weaklings.

But she also had a way to deal with this arrogant type. As soon as she rolled her eyes, she suddenly changed into a smiling face.

"That's right, lions never mix with rabbits, but our free fighting club has horizontal exchanges with other clubs in major schools every year, and there are even some of the strongest star lineups in the fighting world, such as Gramcriss Ting, Gothe, Furious Chariot Rodan"

The people she was talking about were all famous gold belt boxing champions in the unrestricted fighting world, and they were even better than the lineup invited by the fighting agency.

This is not a matter of money. The free fighting club is naturally not as good as the fighting club. It’s just that the girl’s own family runs a fighting club. These gold belt boxing champions are actually elites signed to her club, so they will naturally praise their own club. field.

Garen glanced at her and was too lazy to speak any more.

"Well. My name is Taylor. I am now the president of the free fighting club. If you are willing to come to our place, I can give you the position of president. This is not like the president of the fighting club who has no real power. The entire free fighting club Everything is in my hands, and I will support you in whatever measures you want to take."

The blond girl Taylor had long known from her own intelligence channels that Gallon's fight had made the fighting club's coach fearful. She was simply hungry for this powerful new student. If there were such a new student, she would surpass the fighting club and become the No. 1 coach. It is not impossible to fight against the club.

"My backing is still the largest kickboxing club. We have the most complete and professional training team, professional service logistics team, nutritionists, medical teams, and equipment teams that have served champions. These are all things that fighting clubs cannot match. .”

"Waiter, please pay the bill." Garen stood up and waved to the waiter not far away.

"Sir, your bill has been settled by this lady." The waiter came over and answered politely.

Gallon glanced at Taylor.

"Then I'll leave first. You can sit here for a while. The environment here is nice."

"It just so happens that I'm planning to leave too." Taylor stood up with a smile and walked to Garen's side with the small bag in hand. It seemed that she had made up her mind to stay by Garen's side.

"It's raining now, and you didn't bring an umbrella. Do you want to come with me?" She glanced at Garen provocatively.

"No need." Garen walked out of the coffee shop directly. The downpour outside quickly subsided, and then when he walked into the rain curtain, the heavy rain stopped completely.

Taylor, who was just preparing to hold the umbrella behind, had a look of astonishment on her face. Seeing Garen walking out slowly and leisurely, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she quickly put away her umbrella and chased after him.

Walking down the path from the cafe, over a slope, there is a row of restaurants in front of it. Several school patrol cars are parked beside it, and several school police officers are sitting in the restaurant chatting and eating.

There was also a yellow-skinned female student who had just come out from shopping in the small supermarket opposite the restaurant with her parents.

Gallon walked to a patrol car and stood there, putting his black-gloved hands in his trouser pockets, and quietly looking at the female student in the supermarket opposite.

That girl has long black ponytail hair, a white dress, and a beautiful and pure appearance. She is the most valued girl in the Garonne Fighting Club, Xixi.

He would come over every few days to observe Xixi's progress, and he was slightly surprised every time.

Like Dam, this girl was inconspicuous at first, but then became faster and faster, and her progress became more and more rapid.

He was right. Xixi and Seidon's qualifications were the most suitable for Bipolar Water Bird Boxing.

"What kind of girl do you like?" Taylor walked up to him, followed his line of sight, and immediately saw the girl Xixi who was shopping with her parents in the supermarket opposite.

The two of them stopped talking for a while.

Xixi didn't notice their presence there. She just rarely took her parents who came from afar to visit the world's famous schools and see where she usually lives and studies.

She is not the kind of self-funded student, and her family does not have such good financial conditions. She is truly self-sufficient with scholarships and is a top student from China. As for family conditions, her parents are just ordinary workers in a work unit, and do not have much wealth. They are just simple ordinary workers.

Every time she looks at the proud expressions on her parents' faces, her heart will be filled with pride and joy. She felt that all her efforts had been valuable.

She has been independent and self-reliant since she was a child. Whenever she sees her parents paying a lot for her to get the barely ordinary living treatment of the students around her, she gets upset. This time I was finally admitted to a world-famous university. The tuition was all funded by scholarships, and I even had enough to cover my living expenses. My parents could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wait a minute." Just as the family was carrying their things and preparing to leave the supermarket, a white clerk chased them out and stared at them with a frown.

"Can you please cooperate? We just lost something in the store."

"Lost something?" Xixi frowned. "Is there a sensor door? Can't it detect and alarm if something is lost?"

"There is always a way to avoid the sensor door. Please cooperate. Please take out your bags and check them again."

Not only them, but also another white couple. Several customers who were buying the same thing were politely persuaded to stop. But what Xixi couldn't accept was that the clerk just checked the shopping bags of the others, but asked They opened their backpacks and handbags to inspect personal belongings.

"What do you mean? Why do so many people just want us to check our private bags?!"

The two started to quarrel directly. Both sides argued hard and refused to give in, which attracted more and more attention.

After arguing with each other for a while, they looked at their parents' somewhat embarrassed expressions. More and more people stopped to watch, and the old couple's faces were so red that they couldn't see their original expressions.

Mom was held tightly by her father's hand. Because she didn't speak the language very well, she could only watch her daughter arguing with the clerk and blushing.

They didn't understand the language, and a clerk next to them looked at them coldly and muttered something harshly.

"Despicable yellow man!"

My father didn't understand foreign languages ​​at all, so he could only give the other party a friendly smile.

This scene immediately caused several people around to laugh.