Siesta.

After separating from the boxing club with the little boxing fan, Seti greeted her second break of the day.

Just in time for lunch.

Seti turns on the Meimei Dry Rice Man mode.

He first went to the school cafeteria to buy two beef curry bento, a pork cutlet, and then went to the hamburger shop at the school gate to buy half an original chicken, two chicken leg burgers, and a large glass of fat house happy water.

In the grove behind the stadium, I found a double stone chair and sat down.

Looking at the full lunch, Seti felt that every cell in himself was cheering, urging him to eat slowly.

"The heart of the half-beast has made me almost become a big stomach, and today is the fourth meal, and I'm still so hungry... Fortunately, my mother didn't ask for 300,000 yen, and if she did, I am afraid that she would not even have enough money to buy food. ”

Seti muttered softly, broke off the drumsticks of the original chicken, and the white chicken with the fragrance of fat stuffed directly into his mouth and chewed heavily.

I subconsciously began to calculate the expenses of the day.

Three chow noodle bread for breakfast cost 600 yen, the one before math class cost almost 1,000 yen, and this lunch cost 3,200 yen...

"Fortunately, I can eat up to 10,000 yen a day, it's not a big problem, I can still afford it, no one can starve myself if I'm hungry, and my body is the capital of black boxing."

Not only did she eat a lot, but with every bit of food she had eaten after her workout, Seti could clearly feel that her strength had increased.

Every piece of food was not wasted, and it became his more and more powerful nutrients.

If he plays against him last night today, if both sides do not use data and skills, let alone hanging, but there will definitely be no big problem in defeating himself last night!

Whether it is his punches or his ability to control his body, Seti is getting stronger at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

This is the result of the Half-Beast Heart's terrifying resilience and Seti's crazy workouts.

Half-day training can top ordinary people for a week!

Suddenly.

Seti felt something, turned his head, and glanced at the front right.

In May, the woods are already leafy and free of mosquitoes, and the warm breeze of early summer caresses by, quietly driving away the last little tail of the spring cold.

Crossing the foliage, Seti found a man like him on a stone chair not far away, who was alone for lunch.

Keep your eyes peeled for it.

Be...

The three girls he met at the school gate this morning, Yuri Ito!

The slender calves under her long skirt were tightly together, and on her thighs was a box of exquisite wooden bento boxes that looked like antiques, which she opened layer by layer, revealing the delicate dishes inside.

It seemed to sense Seti's gaze.

Ito Yumori raised her head slightly, her clear eyes that were as clear as ice and had no emotion fluctuations, and she looked at Sethi again, and her thin lips did not change.

A warm breeze in early summer happened to blow, soothing her hair full of green silk, adding a bit of messy beauty to her as a classical iceberg beauty.

See what happened.

Even as a keyboard writer, Seti unconsciously came up with a sentence in his mind:

"Its plain is like that, the spring plum blooms with snow, its cleanness is like that, the autumn is covered with frost, its quiet is like that, the pine is empty and snowy, its beauty is like that, and the glow reflects the Chengtang."

It's not too apt to describe Yume Ito.

Beautifully indeed... Seti muttered in his heart, Ito Mengli can be said to have taken the temperament of "coldness" to the extreme.

"Seti-kun~~"

Seti, who was looking at Ito Yumeri, suddenly heard a lively girl's call in his ears.

Seti didn't have to turn her head, just by listening to the voice, she knew that it was the little fan girl of Huya boxing in the morning.

At this time, the other party was carrying a meat floss bread and two bottles of "Suntory Milk" and approached Seti with a smile.

"Hmm, why are you sitting in such a remote place, I've been looking for you for a long time!"

After the conversation and contact in the boxing club in the morning, especially the physical contact was not rejected by Seti, she completely lost the shyness at the beginning, boldly sat down next to Seti, stretched out her little hand and handed a bottle of milk to Seti, and said:

"Please drink it, I trained so hard just now, and supplementing more protein will help my body recover, which is what my previous boxing coach taught me."

Seti took it casually, glancing at the direction where Ito Yumori was sitting just now.

- She could no longer be found, leaving only an empty stone chair, as if no one had ever sat on it.

smiled at the little boxing fan girl:

"Thanks!"

"Hee-hee, Set-kun and I are polite." The little boxing fan girl smiled, and the two little tiger teeth were eye-catching.

Then she pointed to the two boxes of bento boxes beside Seti, as well as the original chicken and hamburger, and said:

"But, Seti-kun, you eat a lot, do you eat so much alone."

"Yes, the training volume is relatively large, and I am hungry fast." The soul of the Seti dry rice man was rekindled, and he opened the box of beef curry bento, broke the chopsticks, and began to cook rice.

The little fan girl of boxing also did the same, tore open the packaging bag of meat floss bread in her hand, and took a big bite without eating, and said: "Yes, Seti-kun, your training just now is really crazy enough."

"Is it possible, Seti-kun, you want to play professionally?"

"I don't have that idea, just exercise."

"That's it, that's a pity, Seti-kun, I feel that if you want to play professionally, you must be stronger than Inoue Naoya! The straight punch just now, the fist of 'boom, pop'! Super ~ handsome! ”

The little boxing fan girl stood up, holding the bread in one hand, and imitated the fist of Seti in a colorful way.

The lively and cute appearance makes people laugh.

Seeing the corners of Seti's mouth raised, the little boxing fan girl spread out more and more, dancing and talking about this and that, as if there was something to say.

Seti also has the right to be a dry rice seasoning, listen quietly, and respond to two sentences from time to time.

......

After the lunch break.

Because the afternoon was a stubborn old man's Chinese class, Seti did not skip the class, and had no choice but to listen to the class to learn, and experience what it means to "know through the brain, leaving no words".

If the scumbag has a grade, he has entered the land fairyland!

When his body was almost recovered, after the school bell rang, Sethi went to the boxing club.

Just arrived at the boxing club.

The number of people in the club was at its peak, and the indoor gymnasium was crowded with self-trained people, and there were several boxing teachers instructing them in batches - because this was the normal club time for Tokyo high schools.

When everyone saw Sethi, they all cast awe-inspiring glances.

The star-eyed little fan girl has proliferated.

Obviously, Setti's crazy and hard training performance this morning has already spread throughout the boxing club.

Even people who don't usually pay much attention to gossip know that there is such a ruthless character in the boxing club who is comparable to the body of steel.

Seti ignored everyone's gaze.

Still walking to the corner sandbag, he completed another 1,500 or so punches on his own.

Freeze the total number of missions for today at 5,000!

That is, 10,000 punches, which has reached the terrifying training volume of a professional boxer.

Although his body has not yet reached its limit.

But Seti stopped.

Because.

He wants to save some strength for the black boxing match at night.

It's all small fights during the day, and this is the real big one!

......

When Sethi ran home.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

My mother really didn't come back after work, and the whole house was empty and lonely.

Seti took a cold shower, and when she returned to her bedroom, she was boxing and running, and the exhaustion of a day of frenzied training came to mind.

It's top-notch.

Set an alarm for 8 p.m. in case you miss tonight's Black Punch.

Seti lay on the slightly stiff bed, and after a while fell into a deep sleep.

As for why today's training is not data-driven?

The use of data can indeed allow Sethi to forcibly maintain normal body activities, although he should feel tired or tired, but as long as Seti's brain gives the order, he can make his body swing his fist all the time without stopping.

Even if a muscle is strained or a tendon ruptures, it will not have the slightest effect, it will only reduce health.

If you use data from the beginning, it is estimated that you can double the number of punches that Seti throws today, and complete a third of the mission.

Trainable isn't just about getting things done.

It's the double sharpening of muscles and souls, and if training is cheating with data, Seti always feels that something is missing.

It's like a bodybuilder in his previous life said:

"Muscles are just a symbol, they will atrophy one day, and a strong mental will is the ultimate goal of training."

Sethi is well aware that digitization is indeed a big killer.

But don't rely on it so much that you lose sight of what is fundamental.

Therefore, there are many occasions to use data, but it is by no means the time to train!

...

"Jingle bell—"

The alarm goes off on time.

Seti opened his eyes, and after three hours of rest, with the blessing of the powerful recovery power of the half-beast heart, not only did the whole body feel completely tired, but even felt that he once again had the strength that could never be exhausted!

Of course.

He's hungry again...

Seti didn't choose to cook right away.

I got up and took off my shirt, walked into the bathroom on the first floor, and looked in the mirror for a while.

He had already noticed it when he was taking a shower.

In just one day, the edges and corners of the muscles on his body are much more obvious, especially the latissimus dorsi, which is visibly thickened to the naked eye, which is almost worth half a month's hard work in the gym of others.

I didn't eat so much in vain... And my body is really perverted... Seti raised the corners of her mouth, boasting in her heart.

When positive feedback is obvious, people are motivated.

Sethi is certainly no exception.

He was now eager to do one hundred and eighty more squats on the spot and throw hundreds of punches in the void.

But he held back.

Because he found that he had received a message on his phone:

[I'm a housekeeper, Wrist Hao, tonight's game has been arranged, how about the first nine-o'clock game? ] Let me discuss the specific matters]

Seti glanced at the time and was only 20:03, and replied:

[Yes, I'll go over now]

So he put on his clothes again, picked up his backpack, and went out to run towards Kitamachi, Nerima Ward.

Buy a meal to eat.

Then hit black boxing and make money!

......

Tokyo Nerima Aohe marble game hall.

As soon as Seti walked to the door of the pinball game hall, the little secretary of the flying hat who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly bowed forward, stretched out his hand to guide inward, and said, "Seti... No, Lord Wrist, come with me. ”

"Hmm." Seti deliberately pretended to be cold and nodded to follow.

Entering the pinball game hall, the sound of crisp small steel balls bouncing one after another is endless, accompanied by the sound effect of cutting chickens and cutting chickens like a game.

Seti turned her head to look.

I saw that in front of the dense pachinko machines of various colors, there were tall, short, fat and thin men of different ages.

Some of them had wide-eyed eyes and anticipatory faces; Some cover their faces and are distressed, as if they are regretting; Others raised their arms and shouted, looking agitated - but this was a minority.

Pachinko is a unique way to block the streets of Japan.

Even ZF doesn't admit that it's a blockade.

It is a cabinet machine with the same appearance as a game console, people buy small steel balls, put them into the pachinko machine from the top, and then pull the rocker to let the small steel balls bounce and bounce inside, along the complex channel designed in the machine, constantly zigzag and fall.

As long as the ball falls into a specific passage, it will receive a variety of rewards.

When you get a grand prize, even the idol girl group or the goddess of the dark world, or the anime character on the machine screen, will congratulate you, making you feel like a winner in life.

But be clear.

This drop-off process is random.

Basically, seventy or eighty percent of them rely on luck, coupled with the difficult road design, and there are more losses and fewer wins.

There are too many people who have lost their money to play such a small marble.

Seti withdrew her gaze.

He had no mercy for these gamblers.

They are like scarecrows in tattered clothes, left in the minds of the world's indiscriminate and weedy, and there is only one sentence all day long: "I can turn the tables, I can turn the tables, let me play again, I can definitely turn the tables!" ”

In fact, they will only lose more and more until they are squeezed out of the last trace of value.

But the dead ghost daddy doesn't block the game... In my memory, I am still a very sensible person, although I am often away from home, but why do I owe so much money... Seti thought to himself.

But apparently he couldn't figure out the answer.

And the judgment given by the court half a year ago is:

"Investment loss".

Yes, I lost 800 million and became a thief......

Seti followed the Flying Hat Secretary through the marble hall and took the elevator to the underground.

This is the casino, and this is where the Black Boxing Stadium is located.

It can be regarded as a gray industry that uses marble game halls as surface camouflage.

Its operator is the well-known gangster "Qinghe Group" in Nerima District, and Seti can know about this place, or because the horses of the Qinghe Group have come to his house to collect debts.

Walk through a long, narrow underground corridor.

Seti went back to the preparation room where she had been yesterday, but unlike yesterday, the small table in the center of the room was no longer empty.

Instead, there are all kinds of high-end drinks, small snacks, expensive cigarettes and so on.

A cursory glance reveals a few bottles of low-alcohol fruit wine.

The Flying Hat Secretary respectfully hung Seti's backpack on a nearby hanger, and then pulled out a plastic box from the corner.

As he lifted the lid, he said:

"Lord Wrist, this is the equipment that the gym has prepared for you, you can choose and match it yourself."

Seti approached, tugged at it twice, and realized what was there.

There are loose shorts that seem to be unsightly, but the crotch guard is hidden inside, which can prevent the severance of children and grandchildren's feet to a certain extent; There are also translucent mouth guards, although the effect is not as good as that of regular boxing, but the advantage is that it is not easy to detect.

The rest of the equipment is pretty much the same.

It can be regarded as a hidden prop for the black boxers who promote "no armor", some cheating hidden props.

This thing has been moved out... The treatment is different all of a sudden! Seti slandered from the bottom of his heart.

Black Boxing Stadium is one of the most realistic places in Tokyo, and if you have a big fist, you can enjoy more respect and service, and enjoy a higher appearance fee.

And from the various changes in the preparation room in front of him, it is not difficult to see that Seti, who killed Okazawamoto in seconds, has been valued by the underground black boxing stadium in the Nerima area.

Seti pulled around.

In the end, I only chose a light gold thin leather glove that was purely decorative.

On the one hand, he has data, and his injuries will be transformed into a drop in health, and with the effect that the less blood of the upper half beast, the faster the health will recover, no matter how many injuries he has, he will lose if he can't recover after sleeping!

On the other hand.

When he uses a skill to bend people's might, his fists will emit a faint golden halo, and occasionally he can blame the light of the octagonal cage, and after a long time, someone will always notice that something is wrong.

Therefore, the golden glove can be used as a disguise to prevent Seti's biggest golden finger from being detected by others.

"Lord Wrist, do you have any other orders?" The little secretary of the flying hat bowed down and asked.

"What about my opponent today, do you have any information?" Seti sat on the couch and suddenly thought and asked.

The little secret of the flying hat looked embarrassed when he heard this, and stammered: "Well... How do you say this......"

Seeing this, Seti also suddenly understood.

The meaning of the other party is obvious: about the confrontation of this kind of personnel, the "housekeeper" Ishimura Taro is in charge, and a small person like him can't speak, and he doesn't dare to say it at will.

It just so happened that Taro Ishimura also asked Seti to go to him.

So Seti got up, walked out of the preparation room, and walked down the hallway to the door of the butler's office.

Push the door in.

The room was still furnished as it was yesterday, and Taro Ishimura, sitting behind his computer desk, had a cigarette with a long filter in his mouth, and the smoke seemed to stain his sideburns whiter.

He was looking down and typing, quite busy.

When he heard someone push the door in, Taro Ishimura subconsciously frowned, and with the furrow-like scar on his face, it looked particularly terrifying.

But when he saw that it was Sethi.

But suddenly Zhao Chuan's face changed dramatically, his brows were soothed, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, he stopped tapping his hands on the keyboard, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and then twisted it out in the ashtray, and airway:

"You're here, sit down, I just want to talk to you about the opponent."

Seti pulled the high chair next to him, sat down at the computer desk, and asked, "What's wrong with the opponent?" ”

"Let's take a look at this document first."

Taro Ishimura pressed enter, and the printer next to the display screen buzzed, and after a few breaths, a freshly printed document was handed to Seti by Taro Ishimura.

When I touch it, it's still hot.

Seti lowered her head and swept away quickly.

Here is a "boxer dossier":

Nickname: Ice Hand

Real name: Du Laisi

Identity: Vice President of Ice Boxing Club, former WXB professional boxer, Tokyo heavyweight champion.

Underneath is a series of personal experiences, such as the 11th consecutive victory in black boxing in Tokyo's Meguro district, and the excellent performance in professional boxing, winning the 2017 Tokyo heavyweight professional boxing championship...

As well as some idiomatic tactics and so on.

"So, this is my opponent tonight?" Seti asked, looking up.

Taro Ishimura nodded and said, "That's right, I was originally quite worried about finding you an opponent tonight, because today is not Monday, and the gambling pool bonus is low, and there are not many people who even bring it to fight black boxing."

"But this guy took the initiative to come to the door and named you to fight against you."

After a pause, he lowered his voice and continued:

"I guess it's to avenge the black hand of the same ice boxing club... You may not know that the black hand died of a cerebral hemorrhage after playing with you yesterday. ”

I know for sure that 30 points of experience hit my account... And even if you think about it with the head below, you know that it must be to help the black hand take revenge, Du Laisi, the name is very compatible with Okazawamoto when he hears it... Seti's face did not change, and he nodded:

"I know."

Taro Ishimura, who took in this in his eyes, couldn't help but show approval.

It's so calm that he doesn't look like a high school student, but like an old fritter who has been in the underworld for decades... He said to Sethi in his heart.

The more he looked at Sethi now, the more pleasing it became.

So Taro Ishimura spoke again:

"Ice Skat Du Laisi, you shouldn't know much about this guy, but he is still quite famous in Tokyo, he is a ruthless person, and he was banned for life for many fouls and disabled people, and he started to fight black boxing.

"Over the years, I have killed a lot of people in various black boxing stadiums in Tokyo, which is very difficult to deal with, although your fists are fierce, but your footwork is not very solid.

"Therefore... If you want a change of opponent, I can arrange it for you. ”

Hearing this, Seti showed a surprised expression and said with a smile: "Can you still do this, why is it so good to me?" At that moment, I almost thought I was one of your lost grandsons. ”

Taro Ishimura also smiled, his yellowed front teeth were half exposed, and he quipped: "I want to have a talented grandson like you, I'm afraid I will wake up laughing when I sleep at night." ”

When the smile retracted, he explained:

"People are old, seeing you such a good boxing seedling, I really don't want you to be buried in this stinky dung nest like this.

"Seriously, you're still young, and I would recommend you to go professional. There is no guarantee in black boxing, and if one day carelessly, you may die directly, while a protected professional boxing match will be much better. ”

Seti still shook his head: "I still plan to fight black boxing for a while first." ”

Professional boxing is indeed more profitable than black boxing when it becomes famous, but before it became famous, it was almost as poor as a ghost.

For example, UFC featherweight and lightweight champion Mouth Cannon Connor, although they are different fields, they can also be compared, before the mouth cannon became famous, he had to rely on his girlfriend to work to support it!

If you only look at short-term gains, it is more profitable to pay taxes for black boxing.

What's more, the Black Arena is more stealthy, and doesn't reveal Sethi's stats and skills—a secret he will never and can't mention to others.

That's right.

Now you can add experience to it.

It's too hard to kill an individual in a professional boxing tournament, but it's much easier in a black boxing arena.

Seti looked down at the information again.

After confirming that his opponent this time, "Ice Hand" Du Laisi, is also a rotten person like Okazawamoto, he is much more relieved.

"It's just this opponent, you don't need to change it, whether you are buried in a stinky dung nest, or dig up gold from the dung pit, you have to fight to know, right?" Seti tapped his index finger on the name of Du Laisi on the document and said to Taro Ishimura.

"Haha, that's confident enough."

Taro Ishimura smiled, "In that case, the fight will start on time at nine o'clock, and now there is still some time, let's go back to the preparation room to warm up..."

When Seti was about to leave, he reminded again: "You should be more careful in the octagonal cage, deal with this old fritter, remember to attack first at the beginning, and let the opponent fall into your rhythm, which can make up for the shortcomings of your footwork to a certain extent."

"Also, I'll give you 2 million and wait for you to get it, come on!"

Don't plant flags... Seti was as steady as an old dog, and said:

"Well, thank you."