Chapter 55 Chapter Fifty-Five

That night, Yuxuan sent Sister Xinxin back to the orphanage, I took Lightning Stranger and Aristotle back to the rented house, made my bed for Lightning Stranger to sleep in, Aristotle slept on the floor, and I Sleeping on Aristotle's hard stomach; after Jianhan sent Ke Luo back to the school dormitory, he also brought back a few cans of beer, stomped us all awake, and then had a drink. The next day I slept until noon. Of course Jianhan had already gone to work. After I did 3,000 weightlifting by myself, I was in a surprisingly good mood. It was already dusk after lifting weights, I wanted to save my energy for the next afternoon, and decided not to practice randomly at night, so after taking a shower, I took the Lightning Stranger and Aristotle, who didn’t like crowds, for a walk on the embankment , looking at the fiery red sunset, while imitating tomorrow's match in my mind, the brave figure of the seven-time boxing champion jumped in front of me from the match video, and hit fists like cannons.

But it's strange, the image of the boxing champion is very empty, like a mirage, I can't feel the sense of oppression that I should have before the game at all. "Uncle Lightning, I don't have any nervousness about fighting for the championship. Is this implying something?" I asked suspiciously, reclined on the riverbank, and Aristotle gave the passing couple a fierce look. , They ran away in fright. "Maybe it's a sign that you're about to become a champion?" said the Lightning Stranger, stretching. "Really?" I said. I looked at the red sky, half the sky was covered with colorful clouds and fish scales, the sky above the city was so beautiful.

"It would be great if I could have more motivation." I muttered to myself, although my right fist took a lot of my energy and sweat, I still don't know how my body does it, short In just two short months, facing the wall day and night, he actually threw a total of nearly 400,000 punches. Then it was still able to hold on. "Tomorrow, everything will only be known when the bell rings tomorrow." I said. The day of the match finally arrived, the gymnasium was decorated with lights and festoons, and boxing fans flocked to it. There were seven TV channels broadcasting it live. As for the outcome, the boxing association’s legal betting market offered a disparity of 1 to 450 odds, but bet on me The odds of whether the boxing champion can accept Mo Ke Naihe's decision to win are as high as one to one.

But I knew in my heart that I was right, but I was not a clown or a sandbag. So I put the appearance fee of 1.5 million on myself, betting that I will win. Fifteen minutes before the start of the game. I tied my hair into a ponytail, put on red boxing gloves and red barrel boots, and sat alone in the player lounge, smelling the smell of plastic foam on my boxing gloves, and waited for the first two heat games to end. It's my turn for the lead show. Close your eyes, and think carefully about the hard training in the past two months, but you can't help but see the TV stations that crowded the aisles, the spotlights in the hands of newspaper reporters, and the bunch of annoying people. The problem.

"Excuse me, how much did you charge for the appearance? It is said that there will be no boxing champion?" "Excuse me, Yizhi. Some experts pointed out that this fight for the title with the most disparity in strength is actually a farce. What do you think?" "May I ask if you will still implement your no-flicker-no-fall strategy today?" "May I ask what your expectations are for today's game? Is the goal to last until the ninth round?" "What's your response to the boxing champion's public claim that he can break your neck bone in the first round?"

"May I ask what countermeasures do you have against the boxing champion's ultimate move, the Ton Killing Fist?" I hand over all these idiotic questions to Bruce, who loves to talk, and then lock myself in the player lounge alone to cool down my gradually hot skin. "Damn it, you bastards who look down on me." I was a little bored, and patted my face with my fist. The lounge door opens. "It's better that even the boxing champion thinks so." Lightning Stranger and Aristotle walked in, and continued: "Then you have a better chance of getting that punch."

I looked out of the corridor, and the Lightning Man said, "Your friend Bruce, sent all those reporters away." "Aren't Sister Xinxin and Jianhan here?" I asked. The Lightning Stranger shook his head and said: "There are too many people, I didn't see them, maybe they are already in the auditorium. By the way, the organizer said that dogs are not allowed to occupy seats, so I will be in the audience with Aristotle." Let's watch the broadcast in the lounge." I said, "It's okay, I'm the protagonist today, I'll go talk to those businessmen."

Lightning Stranger stopped me and said, "Don't be distracted before the game, don't worry about these messy things, Aristotle and I don't like crowded places, it doesn't matter." I sat down and kept tapping my feet to a chaotic beat. Not seeing Sister Xinxin at important moments always makes me upset. "What about Yuxuan?" I asked, it would be better for him not to have another accident. "I didn't see him either." The Lightning Stranger said shyly, "But I avoided him on purpose. When I saw him, I thought how could I become so bad."

"You're not bad at all, you're a nice person." I smiled, but my muscles were still quite tense, trembling eagerly to prove that those reporters and public opinion were idiots. The Lightning Man sat on the chair, and Aristotle lay down at my feet and gave me a look. I also looked at Aristotle, and the sight of him gave me peace of mind. No matter how strong the boxing champion's punches are, they are not as intimidating as the old man's teeth that shone blue. Aristotle growled, as if warning me not to lose, or I would be torn into eight pieces. "Boy, you heard the cheers from the audience!"

Bruce, who was like a hill, was sweating profusely and kicked the door open, and the deafening sound of cheering came from afar, and all the millions of capillary pores in my body were opened in an instant. "Are they cheering for me?" I was confused and said to myself, but my fists were clenched tightly, and my whole body was trembling. "There isn't a single boxing fan of the boxing champion at the scene. Damn, these five thousand people are all here to watch you perform miracles!" Bruce yelled: "Look at your boss being called to burn all over! This But it’s a dream game that professional players can’t find in a lifetime!”

My eyes widened, and I couldn't hold back the excited and wild voice in my heart—— "If you win this game, no one will be able to hide you, and anyone will be able to find you easily!"