Amnesia Guide Of A Mermaid

No one thought that even Zhou Fei, although thinking that Baozi might still not be Zhuang Yan's opponent, but he did not expect that Baozi would lose so easily.

Zhou Fei even wondered, did Zhuang Yan really withdraw from boxing?

After a while, all the people who watched the battle came back to God and gave warm applause to Zhuang Yan's beautiful victory just now. They were also curious about this young man with long hair dressed like an artist. What the **** is going on.

The bun was lying on the ground, squinting eyes looking up at Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan was carrying the sun, the facial features were hidden in the dark, and they could not be seen.

He blinked and listened to the tidal applause from the audience, feeling in a trance he seemed to have returned to the night when Zhuang Yan got the gold belt. The blue and purple lights interlaced on his face. of.

Zhuang Yan bent down and extended his hand to the bun that fell to the ground. The bun grinned and raised his arm to hand over Zhuang Yan's palm. Zhuang Yan pressed slightly, and the bun stood up.

He put his arm on Zhuang Yan's shoulder, and the whole person almost hung on him. He complained to Zhuang Yan: "Boss, you are too heavy, you look at my chin, it is estimated to be green "", But his tone sounded very cheerful.

Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder and asked him curiously: "I think you are stronger now than before. How did you practice?"

Zhuang Yan knew that most of his skills were practiced with the mermaid on the seabed, but who would believe it if he said this, he could only say to Zhou Fei: "I just practiced before."

Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder: "Practice well, keep on working hard."

You can rest assured that Zhuang Yan ’s current situation can be assured. Fei Zhou can rest assured. As long as Zhuang Yan maintains normal training before the game, do n’t be surprised. It is easy to enter the preliminary round. Too hard.

Zhuang Yan and Zhou Fei quickly left Baozi's boxing gym. After the two of them left, the other members of the boxing club looked at Zhuang Yan's back while looking at their heads.

They whispered and talked about their guesses.

"How do I think that person just looked like Zhuang Yan?"

"What dream do you have? Zhuang Yanren are dead, how could it be here, scam?"

"Just like it, will it be Zhuang Yan's brothers or something?"

"Will he play professional boxing in the future?"

"It should be. It's a pity not to play so strong."

...

Baozi sent Zhuang Yan and Zhou Fei to the car and returned. When he returned to the boxing hall, he was surrounded by those members and asked him twitterly: "The owner, who is the man just now?" "

"He is so powerful."

"Will he play boxing in the future? What's his name?"

...

Various voices converged, and the buns raised the corners of their lips, smiled mysteriously, and said to these people: "Soon you will know."

He believed that Zhuang Yan would soon return to the boxing ring.

It's just that everyone was not very satisfied with the bun's answer, and they all cut their heads one after another, why should they turn around and go?

Not only that, but some people came to pat the shoulders of the buns and shook their heads, saying: "The owner, the posture you just fell was really shameful."

bun:"……"

Is it shameful to lose to the former gold belt winner? Shameful!

Although the time is a bit short.

In the car, Zhou Fei said to Zhuang Yan: "I thought I had to arrange a recovery training for you, but now it seems to be useless. You should know what you are training on a weekday, so I won't say much. Get ready. "

Zhuang Yan nodded, and Zhou Fei asked him again: "Do you need any clarification on the forum?"

"No need to."

Zhou Fei stopped talking. The two of them went to the barbecue stall to have a meal and drank seven or eight bottles of beer. When Zhuang Yan checked out, he put his arm around his shoulder and told him to say, "Next you Can't eat it casually. "

These Zhuang Yan also knew that Zhou Fei patted Zhuang Yan on the shoulder, "I have to go back to buy the goods, you can call me if you need anything."

Zhuang Yan nodded, instructing Zhou Fei to be careful on the road, Zhou Fei took a taxi back, Zhuang Yan walked slowly along the side of the street toward the house, the star Shen Yuelang, the evening breeze sent the breath of spring, branches The new leaves on the new hair tremble slightly in the wind.

His shadow was reflected on the side of the road. The windbreaker gently swayed with the evening breeze. He looked up at the sky. How could he get another medicine to help Mr. Zhuang?

The fish scale he put in the pocket of the jacket suddenly became hot. Zhuang Yan took out the fish scale and held it under the street lamp for a while. Was the gift from the mermaid giving him good luck?

Zhuang Yan shook his head and smiled, putting the fish scale back in his pocket. On the 20th of every month, Mr. Qin will hold a banquet to receive these people who gave him fish scales. However, after so many years of searching, no one has been able to send the scale he really wanted to him. Come.

Later, this banquet gradually changed its nature and became a good place for those wealthy businessmen in high society to communicate. However, after this matter was known by Mr. Qin, those rich people never appeared at the banquet.

Coincidentally, today is March 19th, anyway, he can't put it down anyway. He always remembers whether the fish scale is the same as what Mr. Qin is looking for. I will send it to see tomorrow. If it succeeds, it can fail. Let him die from now on.

Many young people with dreams will always take their own hard search on this day, or just pull down scales from the fish to participate in this banquet, and then wait for Mr. Qin's housekeeper to take them one by one veto.

But this thing is like buying a lottery ticket, and the cost is much lower than buying a lottery ticket. Once it is found out, it is a night of riches, so even if the success rate is very low, everyone still enjoys it.

When Zhuang Yan came to the banquet the next day, a lot of people had gathered in the magnificent hall. They came with various scales and were showing off to each other what materials their scales were made of. The pattern on it is from the master, and some even have a layer of gold powder applied on it, and even a few carats of diamonds are inlaid.

The fish scale culture is about to become a new trend in the upper class society. After everyone touted each other, they began to look for new faces at this banquet, so as to find a little confidence for themselves.

The waiters in white shirts and black vests were carrying wine and drinks in the hall. The vocal noise covered all the small sounds outside. These people found Zhuang Yan in front of them. Some people asked him curiously: "What's your scale?"

Zhuang Yan pulled out the scales in his pocket at random, and everyone saw their heads shaking, expressing disappointment, but also against Zhuang Yan.

"It's useless. You must have been cheated. Whatever the colorful black, it's all cheating. A few years ago, many people took this scale and looked for Mr. Qin. None of them."

"Look at the texture of your scales. You picked it from the vegetable market, no way."

"It's ugly, this scale doesn't deserve the beauty of Mr. Qin at all."

"You take the advantage of Qin's housekeeper not coming quickly."

...

These people mocked me in a word. With the scales of Zhuang Yan as a comparison, the scales in their hands seemed to become tall in an instant, and the look in Zhuang Yan looked both contemptuous and sympathetic.

Although Zhuang Yan does not have any hope for his own scales, he will not give up because of the cynicism of these people.

The regular visitor Wen Yushun at the banquet finally came to Zhuang Yan. He liked Mr. Qin ’s almost well-known things. Even though Qin ’s housekeeper complained to Mr. Wen, he still rushed to Mr. Qin ’s Join in front.

Now he stopped beside Zhuang Yan. He knew in the mouth of Mrs. Wen that Zhuang Yan was not dead and was not afraid. He asked him curiously, "Brother Zhuang Yan, why are you here?"

Zhuang Yan was too lazy to take care of him, found a chair and sat down, poured himself a glass of white water and stared at the direction of the door.

Wen Yushun didn't feel embarrassed. He sat down next to Zhuang Yan and seemed to kindly remind Zhuang Yan, "Brother Zhuang Yan, your scales are too ugly, would you like me to paint something for you? Mr. Qin I like blue. "

The crowd watching the crowd heard this and regretted that they didn't know this. If they knew it, they painted the scales on their hands blue.

Zhuang Yan nodded and shook the glass in his hand: "Then why the scales on your hand are gray?"

Wen Yushun didn't react, so he asked subconsciously, "How do you know?"

When the other guests at the banquet heard it, they understood that Mr. Qin Yu Wenshun said that he likes blue is completely made up, and his eyes were not so friendly for a while.

Zhuang Yan did not answer Wen Yushun's question. He raised his head and looked at Wen Yushun. "Yes." He paused a little and continued, "Did Mr. Wen tell you to stay away from me?"

Wen Yushun was choked and looked pitiful. He said, "Brother Zhuang Yan, I know you blamed your mother for leaving the medicine, but I--"

Zhuang Yan lowered the glass in his hand and punched Wen Yushun's face with a punch. The punch was fierce, as if with a cold hurricane. The fist rushed to Wen Yushun. He even had a way to meet the death feel.

Zhuang Yan withdrew his fist and said coldly to him: "You talk too much."

This punch of Zhuang Yan not only shocked Wen Yushun, but also the other people at the banquet. They kept a distance from Zhuang Yan, fearing that this person would go crazy and attack them without any difference.

Wen Yushun also felt that Zhuang Yan's side was unsafe. After thinking about it, he stepped back into the crowd. He looked at Zhuang Yan's back and his eyes were deep.

At the time of Wen's home, Zhuang Yan pretended to be pretty decent, but he was not in a hurry to gather around Mr. Qin. Unfortunately, how could his cheap things be what Mr. Qin was looking for.

After he left Wen's house, he wouldn't want to see Mr. Qin again in the future. After all, how could his inferior deserve to attend such a high-end banquet?

Wen Yushun sneered lowly, and when he raised his head again, he was harmless to humans and animals.

There are also boxing lovers who are not afraid of death. After seeing Zhuang Yanlu throwing his hand close to him, he said to him: "Brother, I think you are a bit like a puncher. It's ... what's the name?"

"Zhuang Yan."

"Yes, yes, it's Zhuang Yan," he was angry when he thought of the name, "I **** put all my pocket money on him, but he lost to Ke Hongli's Mao kid, really Damn it. "

Zhuang Yan's expression remained unchanged, and even a smile could be made at the corner of his mouth, and he should respond: "It's quite **** fucking," as if the person in the other's mouth had nothing to do with himself.

The door was pushed open at this time, and the spring breeze poured in.

Zhuang Yan lifted his eyelids and turned to look in the direction of the door.

It wasn't Mr. Qin who came here, but the Qin steward that he had seen before.