Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 115 The Road to the Top

The gym at two o'clock in the morning is still brightly lit and bustling. The strong light and the loud sound make one suspect that someone is blacksmithing in the gym and wants to keep playing until four o'clock in the morning.

Liang De followed behind Li Zhixian, step by step.

"I saw the poster when I came to wash my hair at noon. The regional competition of the WAF King Grand Prix hosted by WAF is here. The amateur group accepts challenges at any time and almost no one participates. So tonight will decide the winner. If you win, you will get 5 A bonus of [-] yuan is enough for a year and a half of rent."

"A wrist competition held in the early morning? Are all the part-time programmers here? The effect of keyboard exercise is so good?"

"The largest group of participating guests is from Rossia, and several of them are big guys who have won rankings in the World Arm Strength Championships.

The match was chosen in the early hours of the morning to take care of their time. The local strong players in Xiangbei adjusted their biological clocks a month in advance, and stayed at night to recharge their batteries. Before the competition, they were almost beaten to death by their wives. "

Liang De secretly laughed.

Heh, how can it be possible for people with wives to develop the strongest wrist strength, this group of people are half-hearted, and death is not a pity.

"Brother Xian, you understand quite well."

"There is no way. It is inevitable for a beautiful girl like me to appear in the gym and be approached by someone. The recent hot topic is not only the serial sudden death, but also the wrist competition."

Li Zhixian showed his platinum membership card at the front desk and successfully led Liang De to the scene of the Grand Prix of Arm Strength.

Two blond-haired and blue-eyed Rosia muscular guys are competing in front of a dedicated competition platform, with their right hands clasped, their elbows standing in the middle of their bodies, and their left hands tightly grasping the grip bar, grinning and trying to overwhelm each other with all their strength.

Li Zhixian glanced at it, and mentally sent a runner-up notice to the blond muscular guy on the left who used wrist-pulling tactics.

The rotator cuff on the shoulder joint is too weak, and no matter how persistent it is, it will not destroy the triangular structure of the opposite arm. A weak chicken with tight muscles is nothing to look at.

If it were me, I could bring down these two with just one finger.

Although it is a weak chicken, its partial strength is already approaching the limit of ordinary people.

It's a little itchy... But the most important thing now is to assess the danger of this evil god's family, and I will make up for the mistakes I made with my own hands. After all, I was also a demon who guarded this country...

"I'll sign you up first."

"Brother Xian, why don't you participate by yourself? Ordinary people of this level, even hundreds of them are not your opponents."

Liang De stopped Li Zhixian, and a gleam of light flashed on the raptor pupils in his eye sockets.

Have you been spotted...

Li Zhixian sighed, and said: "This kind of large nationwide chain store is equipped with magic alarm devices. When I was young and ignorant, I did work that needed to be registered. If the inspection team finds out that I use extraordinary Trying to make a profit, 5 yuan is not enough to get me out.

Lao Liang, you can do it too. I have been watching for a long time and I can’t see that you have extraordinary power. I can’t see it. The magic alarm device will definitely not detect it. , I'm going to sign up for you. "

"Wait a moment."

"Ok?"

"These people participating in the competition are all sports fans.

I have always hated sports students since I was in middle school. Their grades are mediocre, they often fight, and they run amok in classrooms and cafeterias. They look amazing and are too eyesore. "

"Isn't that just right, you don't have any mass, play a wave of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, defeating this group of muscular guys and avenging you who was weak and helpless in middle school."

Liang De took a bottle of soda water provided for free at the Wrist Power Grand Prix, looked at the two Rosia muscular guys who were still competing fiercely and said:

"I had a roommate in high school who was a gym student, so I knew they were the first to wake up every day, whether it was below zero or above 40 degrees, and sweating like rain every day.

My roommates practice track and field. In order to train their physical fitness, the coach sometimes rides a motorcycle in front of them at a low speed, and tie them around their waists with a tug-of-war rope, and the other end of the rope is tied to the back seat of the motorcycle.

Once my roommate didn't sleep well, and was dragged to the ground by a motorbike during a morning jog, dragged for more than ten meters, and after being sent to the hospital, his chest and back were covered with bandages.

He continued to participate in training as soon as he recovered from his injury, and he didn't have any bitterness with us.

These players who participated in the wrist strength competition must have put in unimaginable efforts, especially those in the amateur group. To a certain extent, I don't know how many people can do it, at least I certainly couldn't do it before.

I don't have any favorite sports until now, and I have some opinions on those who take pride in being fit.

But if I want to ignore their efforts and use another level of power to play the game of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

I don't want to do this kind of thing. "

After Liang De finished speaking, he walked out of the gym on his own, and walked on the street in the early morning with Li Zhixian.

"How is the Internet industry in Xiangbei City?" he asked.

"It looks like the top three in the country... Probably, there is a big Internet industrial park in the North District."

"Take me there, and I'll find a way to raise some money."

"It's already past two o'clock in the morning on Sunday, so there's no one there."

"How can it be possible that no one works overtime after two o'clock in the morning on Sunday in the top three Internet industrial parks in the country."

It was already 03:30 in the morning when Liang De and Li Zhixian arrived at Xiangbei Internet Industry Park.

At least one-third of the floors of several buildings in the industrial park are still lit.

In the public smoking area next to the square in front of the building, more than a dozen people stand or sit scattered.

Liang De held a slim cigarette between his fingers, and naturally blended into the public smoking area, where the density of hair is the lowest and the density of plaid shirts is the highest.

The strongest programmer must be here.

With ulterior motives, Liang De approached a man with a beer belly who looked 40 years old.

It is difficult to distinguish people here by their hairstyles, and they can only be distinguished by the parts below the neck.

"Brother, borrow a fire."

The old man with a beer belly smiled, took out a plastic windproof lighter and handed it to Liang De.

Liang De lit a cigarette. This cigarette purposely didn't make peppermint pop beads, and didn't have the effect of suffocating oxygen.

Liang De returned the lighter to the beer belly brother, pretending to stroke his hair casually.

"It turns out that I also have very little hair."

The old man with a beer belly smiled again:

"Brother, ancient Chinese medicine or new hair transplant?

It's not easy to do local push at this late hour, so I'll leave you my phone number. "

Liang De was a little embarrassed by his elder brother's penetrating gaze.

"Brother, I didn't mean that..."

"You have a misunderstanding, brother, you think that programmers who have little hair will pay special attention to their hair.

In fact, in our line of work, if you pay too much attention to your hair, you will not be famous. "

When I made up my mind to be an architect three years ago, I put my hair and my girlfriend aside.

Now I am 25 years old, my hair is almost gone, my girlfriend is gone, but my dream is still there.

The old man with a beer belly patted Liang De on the shoulder, put out his cigarette and prepared to go upstairs.

Liang De pressed his shoulder from behind.

"Brother, wait a minute."

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