Beautiful Sweetheart

In contrast, the word "evil" has also become a commendatory word, which means praise.

"No, it's awful." Ning Ji still can't accept it.

"You can call this first and change it later when you think of something nice." Uncle Jian seems to be in a hurry. He has to let Ning Ji decide.

"All right, but you can't pass it around!"

"Well, don't pass it around."

Helpless, although feel strange, Ning Ji can only head the nickname of evil first.

Now Ning Ji can't imagine what kind of waves the word "evil" will set off in Fujian in the near future. Most people in Fujian will talk about evil.

It is futile for the second generation to see no evil in their life. This poem is specially adapted for Ning Ji by boring people.

Let's not mention it.

Set a nickname, build uncle this just laugh to leave, and charged Ningji good training.

Looking at that smile, Ning Ji always feels cool behind. He must be calculated by the old man again.

"Hello, demon. My name is thunder."

"Evil, good name, I like it!"

"Rather evil, good, good, continue to work hard."

Muscle men tease a few, Ning Ji's nickname is a little happy.

Ning Ji Yin's face, waving his fist to fight, defending man's dignity.

This fist, in the eyes of the strong man, is so weak, and a burst of laughter, the crowd dispersed.

"Evil, let's practice." Whirlwind said with a straight face.

As soon as the words were finished, whirlwind legs could not help laughing wildly, covering their stomachs, and tears were almost streaming down.

"So funny?" Ning Ji is a nickname.

Boxer's daily exercise, is not playing sandbags or playing fitness equipment, back and forth several sets of invariable.

It's boring training, but muscle masters enjoy it, but Ning Ji can't enjoy it.

Crackling on the sandbag, it's more than ten minutes. Ning Ji feels tired and asks for a rest.

Whirlwind leg is an excellent accompaniment. It is more meticulous than Ningji's small body.

Ning Ji breathlessly sat on the chair, opened a bottle of mineral water, drank half a bottle, and poured the rest on his head.

"Ning yinnie, to tell you the truth, did I take dope when I won yesterday?" Whirlwind legs asked with a smile.

When he said this, he didn't mean to be angry at all. His tone was more like a chat between friends.

Ning Ji Leng for a moment, gently nodded, muscle enhancer, in a sense, can be called doping.

"No wonder you can't even do the most basic exercise if you want muscle without muscle and strength without strength." Whirlwind legs are not stingy of their own words.

Ning Ji is not happy to say this, you say I have no muscle, no strength, that I recognize. But why do you say I can't exercise?

The doctor's plan says that the whole body should be expended in a short time, then rest, and then expend again.

So repeatedly, over and over again, you can produce muscle in a short period of time, while the strength will be greatly increased.

This is a plan made by the doctor for Ning Ji's body. Ning Ji believes in the doctor's attainments in human body research.

"Why don't you exercise?" Ning Ji raised his head and asked.

The tone is very sincere. Ning Ji is asking for advice with an open mind.

Although Ning Ji believes in the doctor's research, he also believes in the strength of whirlwind legs.

"Your boxing posture is too mechanical. You can't achieve the purpose of training if you use the same posture to swing hundreds of fists." Whirlwind leg is very generous to point out the problem of Ningji.

This sentence, said Ning Ji stunned, he just hit a few hundred fists, as if really in the same posture.

Hard clapped next thigh, rather Ji understand come over, originally oneself still in mistake area.

It's reasonable for Ning Ji to spend all his energy in a short time.

Whirlwind leg is also right. What's the purpose of sandbagging, not just to enhance strength.

While playing sandbags, you can figure out the speed, track, wrist turnover and changing moves.

If it wasn't for the warning of whirlwind legs, Ningji would have to take some detours.

"So it is. I see." Ning Ji's affection for whirlwind legs has increased a lot.

You know, all the people in this training ground are opponents on the stage. If necessary, they will be arranged to participate in the battle of life and death.

Such as whirlwind leg, who is willing to give everything to each other, there is no saying of character. Now Ning Ji is no longer pursuing the matter of beating himself violently, and his heart is full of gratitude.

After a short rest, Ningji stood up and came to the sandbag rack with whirlwind legs again.

But this time, the communication between the two people is obviously more, whirlwind leg is also like a teacher, frequently pointed out the shortcomings of Ningji action.Ning Ji stands in the student's angle, the open mind receives teaches, knows the mistake to correct.

The extremely active cells give Ning Jishi half the training effect. The doctor's fitness plan has doubled the effect with half the effort.

Now, with the guidance of this professional, the effect has become a geometric multiple of growth.

At 8 p.m., Jianshu returned to the training ground.

"Pack up and let's go to the game." Uncle Jian said to Ning Ji.

Ning Ji should be a, and hit a few punches, this just took a towel to wipe sweat on the body.

The more you practice, the more comfortable you are. Just now Ning Ji has taken off his coat, revealing his chest and abdominal muscles.

Although Ning Ji's physique is not as strong as that of other strong men in the training ground, he is already strong compared with ordinary people.

Bean sweat in Ningji wheat skin across, now Ningji is absolutely full of masculinity, enchanting women is not worth life.

"Whirlwind legs, do you want to watch the game together?" Ning Ji turns to ask a way.

After just two hours of communication, Ning Ji and whirlwind legs have become friends.

If, of course, neither of them is mad. If you go crazy, the two have to pinch each other.

"No, I have a match at eleven. I have to prepare." Said whirlwind, shaking his head.

Professional boxers, almost every day.

From 8:00 to 12:00, a total of four hours, eight games a day, the more time later the more bloody.

If you stay in the night fire ring until 11:30 and watch the last match, you can definitely see the blood and hear the fighter's howling.

Ning Ji nods, puts on his clothes, takes the mask handed over by Jianshu and leaves the training ground.

Just after eight o'clock, there were many people sitting in the ring outside. At a glance, there were hundreds of them.

"One ticket costs two hundred. These people have to earn a lot just by taking tickets." Ning Ji make complaints about the road.

Tickets alone, the night fire ring has seven figures of income every day, plus the gambling money of gambling boxing, the account is in and out of millions at the end of the day.

"You don't think it's that simple. You have to spend money on boxing, or you'll be taken away by the police." Uncle Jian said.

To set up such a place, the background should be hard and the starting point should be hard.

Every month, the person in charge of the ring will send red envelopes to some units to maintain peace.

"You know so much." Ning Ji curls his mouth and finds a front seat to sit down.

"Thank you for your compliment." Uncle Jian sat down beside him.

The boxing match is about to start, and the host is standing on the stage announcing the information of both sides of the next match.

The first game every night is a warm-up match. It's very serious and the taste is very light.

Now Ning Ji can only watch such a game. If you let him see the boxing match after 11 o'clock, it is estimated that there will be no confidence left.

"The two sides of today's competition, red underpants is thunder, and you a training ground. You don't know the man with blue underpants. He's called Little Bo Qiu. He's a very powerful boxer. " Uncle Jian explains to Ning Ji.

On the first day of Ningji's practice, thunder once came to talk with whirlwind legs. Ningji still has some impressions of this man.

Ning Ji, who is called Xiaobo Qiu, has no impression at all. He looks very fresh.

"What? Is there a second training ground here? " Ning Ji asked.

"Of course, the one you are in is training ground No.1, and this little Bo ball is from training ground No.2.

I guess you also have this feeling. When you exercise in the same training ground, you don't have the heart to play hard.

Chen Da also knows this, so he divides it into two training fields. Each time the boxers of both sides in the competition draw one from each of the two training fields. " Uncle Jian said.

It's the same with one-sided relationship. The underground boxing ground is also very human.

Chen Da is a businessman. In order to make the competition more exciting and bloody, he directly divided the two training fields like sheep.

You may be lenient to a boxer who trains with you at the same time, but you will never be reserved in front of a stranger.

"Ha ha." Ning Ji can only use these two words to express his feelings.

In fact, from the heart, Ning Ji is still very resistant to this kind of violent boxing, although he has not seen the scene of blood racing so far.

"You're ready, Chen Da said you're jumping and ready to arrange a match for you." Uncle Jian's tone was a little worried.

This afternoon, Chen Da asked Jianshu for Ning Ji's nickname, which indicates that Ning Ji's training period has ended.

According to the contract, Ning Ji's training period is more than 20 days. But Chen Da heard that Ningji defeated whirlwind leg and decided to shorten the deadline.

"So you came to me for a nickname?" Ning Ji is not happy. He really doesn't like the nickname.

"I'll fight for a few more days for you, but you'd better be ready. I can't, so I'll drink the last medicine for moistening intestines and defecating Uncle Jian said.Last time, uncle Jian drank only one drop, so the side effects were not very serious. It was similar to ordinary diarrhea. It would be better two or three times.

Therefore, up to now, uncle Jian also thinks that the main function of the muscle enhancer is to moisten the intestines and defecate.

"Drink too much and you'll die!" Ning Ji finished, turned his head and ignored Jianshu.