No one thought that even Zhou Fei, although he thought that Baozi might still not be Zhuang Yan's opponent, he never thought that Baozi would lose so easily.
Zhou Fei even wondered, did Zhuang Yan really quit boxing
After a while, all the people watching the battle in the audience came back to their senses and applauded Zhuang Yan's beautiful victory just now. At the same time, they were all curious about this young man with mid-length hair who was dressed like an artist What is the origin.
Baozi was lying on the ground, looking up at Zhuang Yan with squinted eyes. Zhuang Yan had his back to the sun, his facial features were hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly.
He blinked and listened to the applause from the audience, he felt in a trance that he had returned to the night when Zhuang Yan got the golden belt, the blue and purple lights interlaced on his face, and he was smiling like that at that time of.
Zhuang Yan bent down and stretched out his hand to Baozi who fell on the ground. Baozi grinned, raised his arm and put his hand on Zhuang Yan's palm. Zhuang Yan exerted a little force, and Baozi stood up.
He put his arm on Zhuang Yan's shoulders, almost hanging on his body, and complained to Zhuang Yan: "Boss, your hands are too heavy, look at my chin, I think it will be blue It's gone," but his tone sounded very cheerful.
Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder and asked him curiously: "I think you are stronger now than before, how did you practice?"
Zhuang Yan knew that most of his skills were practiced with mermaids at the bottom of the sea, but who would believe this, he could only tell Zhou Fei, "I just practiced casually before."
Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder: "You've practiced well, let's keep working hard."
After confirming Zhuang Yan's current situation, Zhou Fei can also rest assured. As long as Zhuang Yan maintains normal training during the period before the competition, without any accidents, it will be easy to enter the preliminary round, and it is estimated that he will not be able to win the championship in the final. too difficult.
Zhuang Yan and Zhou Fei left Baozi's boxing gym very quickly. After the two of them left, other members of the boxing gym poked their heads and looked at Zhuang Yan's back, trying to figure out the origin of this artist-like man.
They whispered, talking about their guesses.
"Why do I feel that the person just now looks a bit like Zhuang Yan?"
"What are you dreaming about? Zhuang Yan is dead, how could it be possible to appear here, did you cheat the corpse?"
"It's a bit like, could it be Zhuang Yan's brother or something?"
"Will he fight professionally in the future?"
"It should be. It's a pity that he is so strong that he doesn't play in the game."
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Baozi sent Zhuang Yan and Zhou Fei to the car and came back. As soon as he got back to the boxing gym, he was surrounded by those members who chirped and asked him: "The owner of the gym, who was that person just now? "
"He's amazing."
"Is he going to fight in the future? What's his name?"
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All kinds of voices gathered together, Baozi raised the corners of his lips, smiled mysteriously, and said to these people: "You will know soon."
He believed that Zhuang Yan would soon return to the boxing ring.
It's just that everyone was not satisfied with Baozi's answer, they cut their heads one after another, and turned their heads to do what they should do.
Not only that, but someone came over and patted Baozi on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "Master, the way you fell just now is really embarrassing."
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Is it ashamed to lose to a former gold belt winner? Shame on you!
Although the time is a bit short.
In the car, Zhou Fei said to Zhuang Yan: "I thought I had to arrange a recovery training for you, but now it seems that there is no need for it. You should know what you train on weekdays, so I won't say more. Good Get ready."
Zhuang Yan nodded, and Zhou Fei asked him again: "Do you need to clarify for you on the forum?"
"Need not."
Zhou Fei stopped talking, and the two of them went to the barbecue stand for a meal and drank seven or eight bottles of beer. When Zhuang Yan paid the bill, he put his arms around his shoulders and told him, "Next you You can’t just eat it casually.”
Zhuang Yan himself knew all about these things, Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder, "I have to go back to buy some goods, just call me if you need anything."
Zhuang Yan nodded, and told Zhou Fei to be careful on the road. Zhou Fei took a taxi back, and Zhuang Yan walked slowly along the side of the street towards home. The new leaves trembled slightly in the wind.
His shadow was reflected on the curb on one side, and the windbreaker swayed gently with the evening wind. He looked up at the sky, how could he get another life-saving medicine for Mr. Zhuang.
The fish scale he put in his coat pocket suddenly became hot. Zhuang Yan took out the fish scale and held it up under the street lamp to look at it for a while. Will this gift from the mermaid bring him good luck
Zhuang Yan shook his head and laughed, and put the fish scale back into his pocket. On the twentieth of every month, Mr. Qin will hold a banquet to receive those who gave him fish scales. However, after so many years of searching, no one has been able to deliver the scale he really wanted to him. Come.
Later, the nature of this banquet gradually changed, and it became a good place for those wealthy businessmen in the upper class to communicate with each other. However, after Mr. Qin found out about this, those rich people never appeared at the banquet again.
Coincidentally, today is March 19th, and he has been unable to let it go anyway, always thinking about whether this fish scale is the same one that Mr. Qin was looking for, and sending it to have a look tomorrow, it doesn’t matter if it succeeds or fails Let him give up from now on.
Many young people with dreams will always take what they have worked so hard to find on this day, or take the scales off the fish casually to participate in this banquet, and then wait for the butler of Mr. Qin to take them one by one. veto.
But this thing is like buying a lottery ticket, and the cost is much lower than buying a lottery ticket. Once you find the real one, you will get rich overnight, so even if the success rate is very low, everyone still enjoys it.
When Zhuang Yan came to the banquet the next day, a lot of people had already gathered in the resplendent hall. They came with all kinds of scales and were showing off to each other what materials their scales were made of. Which master did the pattern on it come from, and some even had to smear a layer of gold powder on it, and inlaid several carats of diamonds.
The fish scale culture is about to become a new fashion trend in the upper class. After complimenting each other, everyone began to look for new faces at the banquet, so as to gain some confidence for themselves.
The waiters in white shirts and black vests shuttled through the hall with drinks and drinks. The noise of people drowned out all the small sounds outside. After searching for them, they found Zhuang Yan. Someone asked him curiously: "What do your scales look like?"
Zhuang Yan casually took out the scales from his pocket, everyone shook their heads when they saw it, expressing their disappointment, and wanted to hit Zhuang Yan.
"It's useless. You must have been deceived. The colorful black is all deceitful. A few years ago, many people took this kind of scales and looked for Mr. Qin, but none of them would work."
"Look at the texture of your scales, you picked them up from the vegetable market, no way."
"It's too ugly. This kind of scale is not worthy of Mr. Qin's beauty."
"You should hurry up and leave while Butler Qin isn't here."
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These people ridiculed each other, and compared with Zhuang Yan's scales, the scales in their hands seemed to grow taller in an instant, and they looked at Zhuang Yan with contempt and sympathy.
Although Zhuang Yan didn't have any hope for his own scales, he wouldn't give up just because of these people's cynicism.
Wen Yushun, a frequent guest at this banquet, finally came to Zhuang Yan. It is almost well known that he likes Mr. Qin. In front of you.
Now he stopped by Zhuang Yan's side. He knew that Zhuang Yan was not dead from Mrs. Wen's mouth, and he was not afraid. He asked him curiously, "Brother Zhuang Yan, why are you here?"
Zhuang Yan didn't bother to talk to him, so he found a chair and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, and stared in the direction of the door.
Wen Yushun didn't feel embarrassed, he sat down beside Zhuang Yan, and seemed to remind Zhuang Yan kindly: "Brother Zhuang Yan, your scales are a bit too ugly, do you want me to paint something on them for you? Mr. Qin I like blue."
Hearing this, the onlookers regretted why they didn't know this earlier. If they had known earlier, they would have painted the scales on their hands blue.
Zhuang Yan nodded and shook the wine glass in his hand: "Then why are the scales on your hand gray?"
Wen Yushun didn't react, and subconsciously asked, "How do you know?"
The other guests at the banquet understood as soon as Wen Yushun said that Mr. Qin likes blue was completely fabricated, and the eyes he looked at him were not so friendly for a while.
Zhuang Yan didn't answer Wen Yushun's question, he raised his head and glanced at Wen Yushun, "Also", he paused slightly, and continued, "Didn't Mrs. Wen tell you to stay away from me?"
Wen Yushun choked for a moment, lowered his head and looked pitiful, and said, "Brother Zhuang Yan, I know you blamed mom for leaving the medicine behind, but I—"
Zhuang Yan put down the wine glass in his hand, and swung his fist towards Wen Yushun's face. The fist was violent, as if carrying a cold hurricane. The fist rushed in front of Wen Yushun, and he had the feeling of meeting the god of death Feel.
Zhuang Yan withdrew his fist and said to him coldly: "You talk too much."
Zhuang Yan's punch not only frightened Wen Yushun, but also frightened other people at the banquet. They all kept a distance from Zhuang Yan, for fear that this person would go crazy and attack them indiscriminately.
Wen Yushun also felt that Zhuang Yan's side was not safe, so he got up and retreated into the crowd after thinking about it. He looked at Zhuang Yan's back with deep eyes.
When he was at Wen's house, Zhuang Yan pretended to be quite serious, and now he is rushing to Mr. Qin's side, but it's a pity that Mr. Qin is looking for such cheap things.
After he left Wen's house, he would not even think about seeing Mr. Qin again. After all, how could a lowly person like him deserve to attend such a high-end banquet.
Wen Yushun gave a low sneer, and when he raised his head again, he looked harmless to humans and animals again.
There were also boxing enthusiasts who were not afraid of death when they saw Zhuang Yan showing off his hand and came to his side, and said to him, "Brother, I think you are a bit like a boxer, what is your name... what is your name?"
"Zhuang Yan."
"That's right, that's right, it's Zhuang Yan," he became angry when he thought of the name, "I bet all my pocket money on him, and he lost to that brat Ke Hongli, really. Fuck it."
Zhuang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he responded: "It's pretty fucking", as if the person the other party said had nothing to do with him at all.
The door was pushed open at this time, and the spring breeze came in slowly.
Zhuang Yan raised his eyelids and turned to look in the direction of the door.
It was not Mr. Qin who came here, but the Butler Qin who he had seen before.