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The tattooed rough man wandered idly in the hallway, and the addict **** smoked marijuana unscrupulously with his upper body, but this was only their appetizer.

Roy's room was large, empty and almost unfurnished, save for a sandbag hanging from the center.

Roy is constantly hitting around the sandbag at this time, his feet are brisk, his punches are fast, and he is full of power, and Roy's strength as a boxer is excellent.

Nisera, a non-mainstream girl, sat by the window dressed only in a white fat second and a scarf, and she was carefully counting the thick stack of bills.

Nisera was serious, but also a little distressed.

Roy noticed all this while punching the bag.

"Much worse?"

Roy asked.

"Much worse."

Nisera's repetition is also an answer.

"We should continue to work a little harder."

Nisela made up her mind, almost gritting her teeth.

Roy slammed the punching bag hard.

"Good!"

Nancy has a lot of friends, most of them are naturally wine and meat friends who are not worth mentioning.

Among them, there is a Nancy named Levine, who often meets in nightclubs, and the two of them have drunk together, knocked drugs, and soaked in girls together.

Today, Nancy saw Levin in an alley in the city, Levin was wearing a fashionable red jacket, but he was lying on the ground, and several pairs of feet kept kicking him.

Nancy is not the kind of person who can be indifferent, he has to find something to do when he has nothing to do, and he likes to participate in things when he encounters them.

Nancy shook her legs, took a figure-eight step, and walked into the alley, and then he was stunned for a moment.

There were two acquaintances in the alley, Nisera and Roy standing behind the two big men in black, and the two men were obviously the main messengers.

"Hey! Roy, do me a favor, that's my friend. ”

Nancy felt as if things were turning around.

Nisera laughed.

"Nancy, it's our job, and Mr. Capel wants us to work hard, so you'd better get out of here."

Capel, Nancy knows the Italian name, notorious in the city.

He didn't expect that as a professional boxer, Roy would be involved in this kind of thing, he frowned and said with some disgust.

"Roy, have you really figured it out?"

"Brush!"

Nancy wanted to say something more, but Nisera threw out a butterfly knife.

"You're a boxer, get out of here."

Nancy looked at Nisera's shiny butterfly knife and then at Nisera's nervous face, and he raised his hands.

"Good! I'll roll a little farther, and I'll roll fast. ”

Nancy quickly walked out of the alley, and Levin's screams became louder.

Nancy wasn't worried about Levine, but she was worried about Roy, who was a good boxer anyway and shouldn't be involved in anything else.

When Wang San returned to the gym, Yu Sus told Wang San the good news.

His opponent has been found, and a rich second-generation handsome young master Sergei will become his new opponent.

Wang San hurriedly asked about Sergei's situation.

"What kind of fighter is he?"

Wang San's question was normal, but Marven said jealously on the side: "He is a boxer who will scream at you if you punch him." ”

"What does that mean?"

Wang San didn't understand, Marven smiled.

"Sergei is a handsome, rich boy, and he comes to boxing just like a graduation trip, it's a game. So he has a lot of female fans, and you'll know when the time comes. ”

Marven gushed endlessly, but Wang San still didn't understand.

"I wonder what kind of fighter he is? It's the style of boxing. ”

Wang San emphasized this point.

Sergei's style, a weakened version of Chif, is about that. ”

Marven answered Wang San's question positively, and Wang San fell silent all of a sudden.

"I'm having some trouble saying that."

Wang San behaved very solemnly.

Marven was a little surprised: "Why do you say that?" ”

"You can think! What happens if Kief takes on a fighter? He will develop a very targeted tactic. Then he can completely suppress me. ”

"Since the other party is similar to Qifu and has also responded to the battle, then I think he must have some strategy against me."

Wang San was rarely smart, Marven and Yu Susi were stunned together, they didn't expect Wang San to be so sharp.

Yu Susi coughed awkwardly before saying, "What Wang San said this time is very reasonable, so we also need to do some targeted training. ”

"Marven, you should be the sparring partner."

Ursus finally sent the errand to Marven, who looked constipated.

Wang San's current training is still the practice of controlling boxing, after all, his shortcomings are too prominent.

When Wang San practiced, Nancy returned to the gym, but he didn't say anything about meeting Roy, not because Nancy deliberately kept it a secret, but because he instinctively felt that this matter was really strange.

Sergei lay flat on an inflatable mattress in the middle of the pool, the water rippling, and his people and thoughts swayed together.

On the other side of the pool, his three girlfriends were chattering about someone.

Sergey was sure that they were not talking about themselves, nor about nutritious words, because they were laughing quite happily.

I have three girlfriends at the same time, and I think it's quite funny. What the hell?

But the strange thing is that my three girlfriends don't think it's strange and don't think it's funny.

My parents and friends don't think it's weird, but I am the only one who thinks it's a little strange?

Sergei always felt that the world was twisted, at least for him.

My life is different from that in the movie and in the soap opera. What is valuable to others is worthless to oneself, and what is unquestionable to others does not matter to oneself.

Whether it's love or family affection, all of them are dispensable and exchangeable.

If it weren't for that, why were there three of my girlfriends, and there were still a lot of them in reserve. Why do their parents calculate each other for shares, those two people do each other's calculations more partners than husband and wife.

Their existence is nothing more than a forensic item like a contract, so they never pay attention to themselves.

This world is almost all illusory except for self-feeling, and even the screams of those girlfriends in bed are so dry and empty.

My own life is distorted and distorted, even the pleasures that are at my fingertips. Because pleasure comes too easily, it doesn't matter if pleasure comes too easily.

Sergei feels that his life is like Haruki Murakami's novels, full of twisted abstractions and metaphors.

So Sergey needs real stimulation and real pain, and that's why he boxes.

Sergei needed pain, he needed those dizzy, no-fake fists to remind himself.

Sergey, you are alive, you are still struggling. I am also looking for something or someone in my life that really moves me to tears.

Instead of getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting who you are? Forget what you want