Chapter 53 Chapter Fifty-Three

Woke up the next day and saw no Lightning Stranger, and later found out that he went down the mountain to buy a refrigerator. Although the power network in the abandoned iron factory was barren for a long time, it was not a problem for the human body power plant at all. Since then, every morning when I wake up, I will find that my right shoulder is icy cold, and a large bag of ice cubes is applied to my body. Breakfast is often wild vegetables with vegetable juice, and a plate of boiled chicken. Then swing two thousand punches. Lunch is sometimes fried chicken with bean sprouts and five bowls of rice, and sometimes a few eggs and messy electric fried rice.

After waking up from an hour-long nap, he punched another 2,000 times against the wall. After being exhausted, I couldn't relax my whole body, so I would ask Aristotle, who had been impatient for a long time, to teach me a lesson, and I was simply bitten and fell asleep. When I wake up and prepare dinner with the lightning geek, my sister Xinxin who is off work will sometimes bring a few kitchen dishes and nutritious milk to eat with us. A little ghost came to see me practice boxing, and let me give me some random moves. They were all little boys, and they all gestured happily. This is the happiest time of my day. Sometimes when I see the smiles and expectations I have had hidden on the faces of those little boys, a pleasant illusion of being in a time tunnel will break into my soul.

After Sister Xinxin left, I would stand under the starry sky again, and stand in front of an unstoppable anti-pressure wall stronger than me, and continue the same silent confrontation. Remember, sister Xinxin also taught me how to fight. Before Jianhan entered the orphanage, I was only five years old. A boy who was temporarily placed in an orphanage because of domestic violence was also five years old, but he didn't know what he ate outside, which was two heads taller than me. He targets me the most, ridiculing and bullying me. Once after class, the boy punished me to stand on the podium and forced me to write "I am a shit without a father and mother" on the blackboard a hundred times with chalk. Writing while crying.

Sister Xinxin, who was passing by the corridor, saw it. She was seven years old at the time, rolled up her sleeves without saying a word, and walked into our lower grade classroom. "What are you doing!" The overgrown boy put his hands on his hips, looking like a school bully. "Don't bully my brother!" Sister Xinxin stepped forward with her left foot, and drew a beautiful arc from her waist with her right fist, punching the overgrown boy until his nose bleeds and he burst into tears. Then Sister Xinxin went to the bad room to spend the night, the only time.for me.

The punch I am practicing now is very similar to that punch, but it is not the same. The same steps, the same arc, the same firmness, but different eyes. How I wish this punch wasn't for the belt, but for her. Yes, those yellowish memories were running through my head during my 2,000-punch practice before bed.After all I was only an hour away from those memories, down the river.And the protagonist of the memory is always in my heart. "I have lived for twenty years, is it because of a broken relationship? Is it because of becoming a boxing champion?" I asked the wall. bump!

The wall replied. A month later, all the injuries on my body were healed, and the number of times I fought against Aristotle became very frequent. Surprisingly, because I refused to use other moves, sometimes Aristotle was killed before he could transform. I was knocked out with this "absolute knockout" punch.This situation can be said to be unique, and it can be seen that the results of the practice have begun to emerge. I think my muscles have also adapted to the rigorous and regular training, so I increased the heavy weight from 2,000 punches to 3,000 punches each time, and at the end when I swung an empty punch, I felt the strong recoil. I was dizzy for a while, as if my left foot would step into the ground.

The lightning guy who puts an ice pack on my right shoulder every morning said that my right shoulder is much more protruding than the left shoulder, and my entire arm is much thicker. "The boxing champion will see through your schemes at a glance." The Lightning Stranger pondered: "Your right hand is obviously much stronger than your left hand. You have over-exercised, and you should balance it out." I reject. "My punch is to make him unable to dodge even if he is on guard, and even if he dodges one punch, he will not be able to avoid the second punch." I touched the ice on my shoulder and said, "It takes this kind of courage to be able to escape." To defeat the boxing champion, I also know that it is not enough to rely on tricks."

"Backbone." Lightning Stranger kept nodding and said, "You have more courage than me, an outdated hero!" Aristotle on the side woke up, shook his head, with an angry expression on his face just being punched by me. "Sorry stupid dog, I can't fight you anymore, I'm afraid I'll blow your head off with this punch, unless you transform directly." I smiled. So Aristotle was unwilling to transform, and after the phosphorescent shield was turned on, we hugged and fought together frantically. "It really opened the eyes of the old man, he was bitten seven times in a row and he was still awake—" The Lightning Stranger marveled.

In the remaining two weeks, the weather gradually became hotter. Not only did I feel dizzy when I punched in the sun, but I also found that my sense of balance was getting worse and worse. Almost every three punches I threw would lead to a fall, and later it became two punches. There must be a punch in the fist to make me fall. I deliberately try to maintain my balance, but my whole body is getting more and more wrong. This is quite a scary thing for a boxer. My body is temporarily unable to control the power of the fist, and cannot keep up with the speed of strength growth. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that the face of the wall has become distorted, and I think the final confrontation between us is coming soon.