Not long after, under the guidance of the coach, Zhang Lang put on fighting protective gear and stood on the square boxing ring.
Opposite him, a young man about the same height and strength as him, estimated to weigh at least 220 to 30 pounds, was tying a bracelet.
This is the Xiaoqiang that Mr. Liu just called. He is a graduate of the Sports Institute. He works here and also participates in the professional free fighting league. However, he loses more than he wins...
"You don't want to wear this?" Zhang Lang knocked on his protective gear.
"I don't have to!" Xiaoqiang said with a smile: "Just to test your reaction!"
Xiaoqiang is not considered strong among professionals, but he is still very confident when facing amateur players and even laymen! Every other line is like a mountain. There is a saying that goes well: Don’t use your interests to challenge other people’s ability to eat!
But the problem is that today he also met a guy who relies on fighting for a living, and his appetite is not small...
Xiaoqiang took up his posture, but looked at the newcomer wearing protective gear opposite, just standing there with his limbs relaxed, his posture loose and unprepared...
Xiaoqiang looked at it and realized that the feeling of relaxation was right, but if he didn't set up his posture in advance, he would be too late to take action... His opponent might have practiced the so-called Qi Men Martial Arts, but without scientific and systematic training, it would be impossible to enter the competition...
Thinking of this, this professional player's gatekeeper decided to give his opponent a blow. The first punch was to hit the forehead. With protective gear, he would not be injured, but it would make the opponent realize the difference!
Thinking of this, he slid a jab straight to Zhang Lang's forehead!
The jab is the fastest attack in fighting skills. The opponent has no defensive posture and there is absolutely no way to avoid it!
Snapped!
Xiaoqiang felt his fist was pushed by something, and his whole body was pulled away, staggering slightly.
"what happened?"
Xiaoqiang was so surprised that he took two steps back, looked at his opponent, and found that the newcomer was holding up his left hand with a glove.
Being blocked? The response is very fast! But it won’t be that easy next time!
Xiaoqiang attacked again, and the jab was blocked again, but then he took advantage of the situation and hit a right hand swing!
The jab is just a feint!
But with a snap, the left hand with the glove blocked his right swing fist again!
Xiaoqiang was stunned, why did he get back on defense so quickly?
But it doesn't matter. He kicked off the ground with his left leg, twisted his waist to exert force, and hit Zhang Lang's chin with his left hook!
Snapped!
It was the left hand with the glove that pressed against his fist!
Not to mention speed, what's the matter with this power? You managed to survive my left hook without moving at all?
The repeated setbacks also made Xiaoqiang lose his temper. They are all strong-blooded warriors. Whoever can stand this will no longer treat his opponent as a newcomer and layman. Instead, he will show the energy of playing in a professional league and treat the opponent as a formal enemy. !
However, Zhang Lang was very calm in the face of Xiaoqiang's series of attacks, sometimes blocking and sometimes dodging. Soon his opponent was panting and sweating profusely, and the protective gear on his body was like a decoration. Except for the gloves, there was no damage at all. Been under attack...
"Brother, where did you practice?" Xiaoqiang held on to the side post: "I haven't seen you on the professional roster?"
"Heirloom..." Zhang Lang could only say this...
"Awesome!" Xiaoqiang gave Thumbs up: "I will change my views on traditional martial arts in the future. There are still masters among the people!"
With Xiaoqiang as a guarantee, Zhang Lang naturally passed the assessment. Mr. Liu arranged the procedures and signed a contract with him.
In most parts of the main world, fighting is a very popular sport. In addition to professional players, many ordinary people and fitness enthusiasts also learn to participate. Fighting coaches are still quite popular, but to be a coach, you need to obtain certification qualifications. The threshold is also relatively high.
Relatively speaking, sparring does not have so many requirements. As long as a physical examination is carried out, there are no obvious physical defects, and the employer provides full insurance and qualified safety protection equipment. None of this is a problem for Mr. Liu. He was informed that he would have a physical examination tomorrow morning, and he could come to work in the afternoon with the certificate.
Things went smoothly, and it was still early. Zhang Lang simply stayed to see how the people in the boxing gym worked, and also to understand what the fighting skills in the main world were like.
After all, he had just fought blindly based on instinct before and summed up some experience from actual combat, but they were all wild ways. I also came here with the intention of learning. But it seems that with his current attributes, some of the skills of ordinary people may no longer be applicable. But overall, there is still some inspiration.
Zhang Lang stayed in the boxing gym until evening before leaving and heading back. As soon as he entered the dormitory, this guy was greeted and intercepted by Cheng Jun.
"You can't tell, you're so hidden, you're better than the ones from the sports school!"
Cheng Jun was still immersed in the long jump at noon. Hong Yuanzhi and Zhao Xinpeng, who were nearby, also came over. Apparently, they also heard Cheng Jun talk about Zhang Lang's "heroic deeds." Especially Zhao Xinpeng:
"Come on, brother, let's look for that hot pot restaurant when we eat from now on. If you go there, do the long jump. It'll be great to eat for free every day!"
Zhang Lang shook his head: "If you have to be merciful, please be merciful!"
He was also short of fuel and water during this period and wanted to improve his food. He happened to see the free lunch and ate more. But I also picked the cheapest one, I didn’t want the store to lose too much, and I just wanted to come back to support it if I had the opportunity in the future.
Is it a promotional activity? It's originally about attracting customers with discounts. When he found out that people had eaten too much, he wanted to deny it. This kind of dishonest attitude made Cai Zhanglang a little angry.
But now that I think about it, it’s not worth it to take revenge for such a trivial matter, and it’s estimated that the event will be changed tomorrow…
Zhang Lang returned to his desk, but Cheng Jun came closer: "Hey, I think you and the short-haired girl across from you seem to have a good relationship? How's it going? We got in touch?"
Zhang Lang was stunned: "What?"
"Stop pretending, I saw it later. When she was chatting with the rich and handsome man from the sports school, she deliberately stood next to you!"
Cheng Jun smiled and said: "I heard from Xiaolin that the short-haired girl's family conditions are quite good. She is also very beautiful in the girls' school. She has a good personality and a good figure. Her long legs are more than enough for you at least. Yes! If it’s okay, just contact us via WeChat, maybe it will be done!”
"WeChat?" Zhang Lang glanced at him: "I didn't add her..."
"Ah?!" Cheng Jun looked incredulous: "Are you smart? Such a great girl, I sat face to face with you for three hours, and you didn't even ask for a WeChat message?"
Zhang Lang shrugged his shoulders, took off his sportswear and stuffed it into the closet, and quickly climbed onto the upper bunk. It had to be said that he had eaten a bit too much today, which made the bed board and ladder creak.
Zhao Xinpeng, who was on the side, came over and said to Cheng Jun: "I'm not in the mood right now. If something good happens next time, you can consider me!"
"You?" Cheng Jun glanced at him: "What did you go to talk to the girl about? Games? Dungeons? Equipment? Female anchor? In game terms, Zhang Lang just lost his mentality, you are nothing!!"
"Why do you say that!" Zhao Xinpeng curled his lips: "Doesn't a dead house deserve spring..."
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