"I don't want your seat!"

Wang San felt that he was boxing for an experience, not for any specific honor, and his answer was crisp. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Martin continued to spin his cup.

"That's right! That's the way it is, in this world, the wise live to explore, the powerful and wealthy live to achieve, and the mediocre live to greed. Look at you, you can't be classified into any category at all, you don't have your own attachments, your own desires, and wanting to be a boxing champion requires extremely strong greed, you don't have greed, so I'm not optimistic about you. ”

"I boxed just to know what kind of person I was, what kind of person I was!"

Wang San was very aggrieved.

"What about you?"

"I have no desire to explore the world and all aspects of the human spirit, and I have no right, so I can only be a philistine! All I want is victory, one boxing champion, two boxing champions, three boxing champions, simple and direct, that's how there is no superfluity, so I have become a lot of boxing champions, and the greed in my heart determines personal achievements. ”

"The few people before you may not be as talented as you, but their greed is much stronger than yours, so I don't think I'm optimistic about you."

Wang San frowned and thought about the word greed. He really doesn't have too many feelings about the boxing champion, he doesn't have too much money, and he doesn't have too much about women, isn't he too strange! Could it be that he is a creature without humanity, but there is something wrong with things, and he doesn't even know who he is! And how much can we talk about? Who am I? It's a philosophical question, but it's also a practical one.

Susie's cooking skills are simply amazing, each vegetable in the pie is crisp and full of meat, and the fish soup is even more delicious, and Wang San is too busy to eat.

Martin's son looked at Wang San's eating appearance, but he thought Wang San was interesting. Susie, of course, loves her dishes and is liked like this.

"Martin often has to practice a lot, and the only thing I can do is make some nutritious food for him. This is the only thing I can do for Martin now, Wang San, what do you think? ”

"That's good! The food was delicious! If I eat like this every day, I might have to fight the heavyweight! ”

Wang San said it very seriously, and Susie and Martin laughed together.

After a family dinner, Martin's family played a video game in the living room, and Martin and his son each took control of a team to start playing in the Premier League. Martin and the others giggled together, teasing each other, yelling at each other, and then celebrating together.

It's a small video game, and because it's played by the family, it's actually a lot of fun.

Although the Martin family tried their best to invite Wang San to play with them, Wang San first didn't know how to play games, and the second always felt that he was separated from the Martin family by a wall, and there was no way to fit in.

He excused himself from playing and went upstairs to the guest room to rest.

The guest rooms of Martin's house should often be lived by guests, and the living room is very tidy, but the traces of Martin's family here are still very strong. On the wall is a photo of Martin and Susie laughing side by side under a snowy hill. Martin smiled very shy and happy, Susie smiled very happily and naughty, at that time Susie was still girlish, Martin also had the youth of a teenager.

A beautiful photo, the nervous laughter of the Martin family suddenly came from downstairs, and Wang San stood here and suddenly felt that his heart was stinging. Something gushed up, it was irrepressible sadness, it was pain, it was the pain that was already in this body.

So Wang San cried uncontrollably, tears flowed like a river from the corner of his eyes, and Wang San tried hard to control his body.

But this body follows everything of the original owner, completely ignoring Wang San, the surrogate soul, desperately sad, tears are proof, he keeps flowing, and his muscles are stiff. Wang San's uncontrollable sadness engulfed Wang San wave after wave like a flood.

Liverpool's early mornings are anything but lovely, no sun shining and no warmth.

It's just a little cold, especially in the ass.

Wang San hadn't woken up yet, and suddenly felt a little cold in his ass, feeling weird, he touched it with his hand, and his underwear was actually gone.

"What's going on?"

Wang San was suddenly startled, and saw Martin standing in front of Wang San's bed with a cheap smile.

"Get up and run! Today we returned to training. ”

"You pervert give me back my panties!"

Wang San screamed and pounced on Martin, Martin laughed cheaply, grabbed Wang San's underwear with a pair of tweezers, and threw the underwear at Wang San.

Liverpool is not cute, Martin is even less cute, Wang San followed Martin's footsteps, starting from Martin's home and running all the way to the city.

Ordinary boxers run on relatively secluded streets, but Martin, an old pervert, actually runs on urban roads with a lot of people, and you look at where the bastards run, the open-air market, the fish market, the pedestrian street, the financial trading center, the dock, where there are many people, he goes.

This bastard is running, and at the same time he uses passers-by as false enemies, shaking, shaking, and jumping quickly in front of passers-by.

If Manchester is really the third king, Martin will definitely die a miserable death, but in Liverpool it seems that the whole city knows him.

Everyone who met him greeted him, and even a few shopkeepers cooperated with Martin in punching him, and the workers on the docks also made a mockery with Martin.

Martin ran around Liverpool for a punch, as if he had a reunion with old friends, and when he returned home, Martin carried a duck and a bag of dried fruits, and Wang San returned to Martin's house with a large ham on his back.

Wang San didn't know how he had run all the way, and he didn't know how he practiced, but he knew that lunch and dinner must have been settled.

Running home handed the food to Susie, and several of Martin's assistants arrived. In terms of training, Martin is still very scientific and rigorous, before the practice, the masseur first did a full body massage for Wang San and Marven together, and then Martin taught Wang San a very novel set of warm-up movements, so that after the end, Wang San and Martin put on protective gear and began to prepare for practice.

Martin was still loose like an uncle next door, but standing in front of Wang San with protective gear, Wang San actually felt the pressure on his face all of a sudden.

This kind of pressure is definitely not fake, but real, Martin's posture is very relaxed and ordinary, and the movement of his feet does not look particularly fast, but it gives Wang San a wonderful feeling.

He is very strong, absolutely strong, and Wang San's body feels like this is warning Wang San so clearly.

This is the first time.