“Hit－him！ Hit-him...... Come-on, come-on...... Get-down, get-down......"

Fan Chen felt the noise in his eardrums, his head was groggy, and to make matters worse, there were bursts of pain in his nose and cheeks.

Then the physical sensations came, they seemed to have just connected to their brains, their arms were a little sore, their legs were strong but tired, their whole body was a little difficult to balance, their chests were struggling to agitate, squeezing and inhaling turbid air.

“1、2、3、…… Are－you－ok？ (How are you?) ）…… 4、5……”

Fan Chen tried hard to open his eyes, vision was the most important, but he felt that his eyelids were very heavy, especially his right eye seemed to be swollen and couldn't be opened, and his left eye was blurry, and he could see a bald head wearing a gray shirt and black trousers counting in front of him.

There seemed to be a rope around it, and the lights were dim, but I could still see a lot of people, and they made all kinds of noises.

"6, 7......" counted to 7, Fan Chen struggled to support the ground with his arms, and at this time he found that he had something wrapped in his hand, so that his five fingers could not be opened.

It's a boxing glove.

"Damn, didn't I drink and lie in bed to sleep...... Where is this? I ......" Fan Chen's mind was dizzy, and his mind was flooded with previous memories, after a dinner and drink, he went back to the bachelor dormitory and lay down to sleep, only to wake up like this.

And what's worse is that Fan Chen quickly realized that this body was not his own, because there was a cloud of memories surging in his head, which quickly washed away the memories in his own consciousness.

"8......" When the bald head counted to 8, Fan Chen still relied on the help of his arm to get up from the ground, and at this time the bald head stepped forward and hugged him, and said in his ear: "Why-not-give-up?" After speaking, he looked at Fan Chen with a bald head, but this body had no expression at all.

"Ding!" At this time, a crisp bell rang, and the bald head saw that Fan Chen did not react, so he pushed him away.

Fan Chen sat down on the corner, there was a small stool here, obviously this was a boxing ring, Fan Chen was trying to clear his consciousness, but the memories kept flooding into his consciousness.

Soon Fan Chen understood that this was not a dream, the pain on his face and nose was so real, and the eyes that could be opened gradually became clearer and clearer.

The key is the memory in consciousness, which conveys the story of this body and why it is here.

However, the memory is too turbulent, and his head is dizzy, he can't figure it out for a while, but at least he knows that this is a boxing match, and the location is definitely not in Shanghai, but somewhere abroad, and it can be judged from the people around him, this is an English-speaking country.

Fan Chen looked back, there was no coach behind him, obviously this was not a high-level boxing event, there was not even a coach.

He looked up again, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, it seemed that this was a bar, the roof was not high, there were some colorful lights hanging from it, and there were not many people around the ring.

He moved, looked at his naked upper body and lower body wearing only a pair of white shorts, this is a strong body, thick arms and waist, strong thighs, broad shoulders, but it doesn't look too explosive, the muscle lines are not distinct, and it is covered with a layer of fat.

"Poof!" Fan Chen felt a wave of nausea in his mouth and spat out a white braces that were stained with saliva and red blood, which splattered onto his white shorts.

It can be seen that this boxer was not lightly beaten when Fan Chen's consciousness entered his head, and his right eye could not be fully opened until now.

"Ding!" The bell rang again.

A girl in a short skirt walks down from the ring with a sign that reads the number "5".

This is the last round, Fan Chen, who has not fully recovered his mind, got up from the corner and returned to the center of the court, he didn't even have braces, he wanted to finish this boxing match.

Standing up opposite was a white boxer, very tall, with chestnut hair, compared to Fan Chen, his face didn't seem to have any injuries, and his appearance was relatively relaxed, but the expression on his face was impatient.

"Why didn't you fall just now? Damn it, enough is enough! When the two approached, the white boxer raised his fist to block the side of his head and said to Fan Chen at the same time.

After saying that, his fist hit Fan Chen.

Judging from the wounds on the faces of the two, Fan Chen's body is obviously inferior to this white boxer in terms of boxing level, and it seems that it is not easy to hold on for 5 rounds.

The audience also seemed to be a little impatient, watching the white boxer's fists hit Fan Chen, and seemed to be waiting for Fan Chen to fall to the ground.

However, the fist gently brushed over Fan Chen's head, sticking to his hair, the brown-black curls, and punched into the air.

At this time, Fan Chen didn't know what his body looked like, but in the eyes of the audience, he saw the white shorts that had been beaten in the first four rounds, and suddenly a sensitive squatting dodge dodged the heavy punch.

Immediately afterward, the audience saw the half-crouched white shorts exert a fierce force, and a fierce jab with his left hand hit the white boxer's chin from the bottom up.

This is a fatal punch, and the most vulnerable part of the boxer is the chin, whether the eyebrow bone is open or the cheekbone is bruised, it is not as heavy as the upper and lower jaws, which can make people faint directly.

The tall white fighter was no exception, and he didn't expect his opponent, who had been crumbling for four rounds, to come like this, which was completely unplanned.

At this time, he no longer had the ability to think, so he could only lie in the boxing ring with his eyes rolled away, and there was no cheering or scolding around him, everything was too sudden.

The bald referee was the first to react, and he walked up to the white boxer, patted him on the cheek, rolled his pupils, and called two people to come up and carry the guy down.

Then he walked up to Fan Chen, grabbed Fan Chen's right hand and raised it high, and shouted in his mouth: "Tonight's winner is, Fox ~~~ Leon!!" ”

Fox Leon was the original name of this body.

After shouting, the bald referee muttered in Fan Chen's ear, "You're dead, Leon." ”

……………………

Five minutes later, in the bathroom of the bar, Fan Chen finally saw the appearance of this person named "Fox Leon" through the mirror.

He had curly black hair, thick eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, and a pair of black eyes—although his right eye was swollen like a walnut. The bridge of the nose, which is neither high nor low, was beaten a little crooked; Long and full cheeks, a swollen cheekbone on the left side, some stubble on the chin, and two thin lips.

"It turns out that I look like this......" Fan Chen looked at the mirror and shook his head and said to himself, although in just one minute in the ring just now, Fan Chen had already received a lot of memories of this "Fox Leon", but only the appearance, you still have to see it with your own eyes.

"Curly brown and black hair, 8.9 cm to 11.7 cm long, with an average length of 10.6 cm, 5.1 cm long left eyebrow and about 5.2 cm wide right eyebrow...... It's a bit hard to visualize, around 1.2. The eyes are black, pure black, with a ...... nose bridge The horizontal angle is about 29 degrees, which is not too high, and it is indeed a person of Asian descent. However, the face shape is obviously more like that of the Americans, with Puerto Rican light brown skin and lips that are like the maximum lip thickness of 1.5 cm for most white people. ”

If someone stood next to Fan Chen, they would definitely think that someone with a bad brain was measuring his face with a ruler, but in fact, Fan Chen was just observing this new face with his own eyes.

Fan Chen, male, 26 years old, former occupation: investment banking actuary, specialty: unforgettable, excellent eyesight.

Before his consciousness crossed over to this "Fox-Leon" for unknown reasons, as an excellent financial practitioner, Fan Chen had unknown special abilities, not only his memory and calculation ability exceeded ordinary people, but also his eyes had extremely strong observation and calculation skills.

His eyes can not only distinguish the difference between ordinary things, but also the length, width and height of objects, even if it is a colorless and invisible substance such as "water", he can distinguish the difference between different waters, so he is nicknamed "ghost eye actuarial".

Thinking of the things in his body before, Fan Chen suddenly felt a splitting headache, in addition to his previous name, occupation and special abilities, as well as the booze the night before, he couldn't remember the memory of that life at all.

This not only made Fan Chen painful, but also gave Fan Chen a faint joy - it turned out that for him, he finally had the function of forgetting, a person who would not forget was painful, and now it may be a good choice to forget everything in this way.

However, the memories in Fox Leon's body were fully accepted by Fan Chen, and he knew that his trouble was coming soon.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the bathroom door was kicked open.

Trouble has come.