What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

Aoki glanced at his back in an unhappy way, but didn't say much. When he entered the locker room, Song Shanyan was sitting on the chair in the locker room, covering his head with his hands, his majestic body looked a lot more decadent.

Aoki didn't know what to say, but he saw the family's own contradictions. It was really embarrassing to be involved with an outsider. He just took out a bottle of cold mineral water from his bag and handed it to Song Shanyan.

Song Shanyan took the mineral water silently, opened the lid but didn't drink it. After a long time, he took a deep breath before raising his head: "I'll let you see a joke."

Aoki shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly: "Did I come at the wrong time today?"

"Huh..." Song Shanyan let out a sigh of relief, calmed himself down, and said lightly, "I don't blame you, it's his own problem. This bastard has won a few battles, and he doesn't know who he is. "

When he said this, the phone of Songshanyan's sweatpants suddenly rang. He took out the phone and glanced at it, his eyes widened, looking extremely incredible, and then he was so angry that he held the phone and broadcast the call. .

But there was only a blind tone on the phone.

"Grass!" Song Shanyan slammed the phone to the side, and the expensive smartphone was smashed to pieces by the huge force.

It's not right for Aokisi to leave, and it's not right to keep it. For a while, he regretted his behavior of watching the fun at the door.Song Shanyan was like a furious brown bear, pacing back and forth in the same place. In the end, he stared at Aokisi and made up his mind, his voice trembling because of anger: "Boy, do you want to punch?"

"Ah?" Aokisi stretched out a finger and pointed at himself with a confused look: "Me?"

Song Shanyan looked at him with a serious expression, but the angry face looked a little scary: "You saw it all just now, so I won't explain more. That bastard will not come over in the future, now I You have a ticket to the MMA Supernova competition in two months, are you interested in participating?"

Aoki smiled wryly, and shook his head again and again: "I just want to be a part-time job..."

"I will sign a boxer contract for you, and I will train here for free in the future. I will teach you personally, and I will pay you [-] yen per hour!" Matsuyamayan stared at Aoki's eyes: "Come on, as long as you train hard. , I'll give you [-] yen per hour! By that time, the supernova competition's championship bonus will be [-] million yuan. If you have the ability, I won't give you a cent! You just need to ensure that you train for at least four hours a day. I'll give you all the salary, so you don't have to worry about me cheating you."

It's not a very good experience to be stared at by such a muscular and tattooed bald man with such eyes.

Aoki hesitated for a while, sighed, and said calmly: "As far as I am concerned, of course I don't really want to refuse such a contract. But, please be blunt."

"I am really just a novice. I think Mr. Matsuyama should not be too impulsive at this time, and his judgment will be affected by his emotions. Although I don't know what the supernova competition is, it must be a professional player. Competition. I'm just an ordinary high school student, does Mr. Matsuyama believe that I can reach that professional level in two months?"

Aoki's words were very sincere. After listening to Song Shanyan, he just thought for a moment and then nodded decisively: "I will judge whether it will work or not, but my proposal is serious. Anyway, you originally trained as a partner. Work, my plan is for you to accompany Aaron's bastard to practice. Now Aaron is no longer fighting, if you still want to be a sparring trainer, it is not easy to be. At least there is no work to do recently, and with your current situation Even the primary sparring skills are only reluctant. To accompany those ordinary guests as sparring, I will only give you the salary of the junior sparring at most. Unless your skills have improved, I will give you the matching salary. Moreover, even if you have This job as a sparring partner—you have to have someone who needs your sparring so you can make money.”

[Please note that although the task has been completed, the host is still not allowed to participate in part-time jobs with an hourly salary of less than [-] yuan - except for profit-making activities such as personal entrepreneurial nature. 】

The system also added a sentence in a timely manner.

Speaking of which, Aoki thought about it: In total, if he refuses, he will only be a junior sparring player in the future—the hourly salary of [-] does not meet the system's standard!

Come on, you are willing to give me a contract with a salary of [-] an hour, can I still push it out?It's just training anyway.Even if he only trains for a month, Song Shanyan feels that he is not the material or regrets it. He has already made a lot of money for the daily salary he said.

Do the math, [-] yuan for four hours of training a day, [-] yuan for [-] days!In exchange for RMB, there are [-] to [-] yuan...

Think about it, as the section chief, Kasugano Masao works at least ten hours a day for a month, and only has a monthly salary of [-] yuan...

"I'm done!" Aoki, whose head was full of banknotes, nodded sharply.

If he didn't do such a good job, wouldn't Aoki become a fool, and he himself really wanted to practice boxing - not to mention the skills.

Song Shanyan nodded and said in a sullen voice: "Then you can change your training equipment and start training today. I will print out the contract in a moment. If you are not yet [-] years old, you can take the contract home and show it to your family. Look."

Thinking of this, Aoki suddenly scratched his head: "Uh, my family is not at home recently..."

"Then take it home and wait until you sign it and then give it to me." Song Shanyan waved his hand a little tiredly: "Then let's do it first, you put on the equipment and go to training first, and I will find someone to teach you the basic movements. Yes. I still have something to do, I will officially take you to practice tomorrow."

"Success." Aokisi looked at his expression, didn't say much, and nodded.

Anyway, with the skill system in place, it may not be impossible for two months to succeed.

Thinking of a large sum of money hanging in front of his eyes, Aoki only felt that his whole body was full of motivation.

Chapter 31 身体测试

Aoki was wearing a glove, and the sandbag in front of him cracked.

"There must be a rhythm, understand, rhythm!" The temporary coach on the side muttered, and explained the truth to Aoki: "You must remember the word rhythm when you punch. How to punch each punch, which one comes first Boxing, whether to hit the head or the liver first, the connection of each punch must have its own rhythm. If your opponent is brought into the rhythm of your punching, he will definitely not be your opponent.”

"Oh." Aoki nodded, the coach motioned for the protagonist to look at him, raised the pad in his hand, and said seriously: "Come on, hit the pad, hit my right hand one time, and hit my right hand two times. Left hand, when I say PASS, you have to dive and dodge, understand?"

"One two PASS one two, one two one, one two one, one two PASS one two..."

Aoki played very seriously.

"How is your practice?" Song Shanyan's voice came from behind.

The interim coach stopped and said with a smile, "It's okay, my physical fitness is pretty good."

Aoki wiped his sweat out of breath and smiled at Songshanyan.

"Come on, I'll practice with you." Song Shanyan signaled that the coach could rest, took the pad, and walked into the octagonal cage with Aokisi.

A person doing basic training occupies an octagonal cage, and people around him frequently cast their gazes. This is not a treatment that ordinary people can get.

"What did he teach you just now?" Song Shanyan asked casually.

Seeing that his expression was still quite gloomy at this time, Aokisi guessed that the matter between him and Aaron had collapsed, but he couldn't control the matter between the two, and just calmly said: "Teach me how to play sandbags. 121 or something."

Song Shanyan nodded silently: "I see that you are quite strong, your arms and legs are quite long, your reaction speed is very strong, and your body instinct is very strong, which is very suitable for doing more kung fu on the ground. That group of tall and long guys is a little worse than that. You should know that the wingspan is very important in the field of boxing. In addition to the basic boxing, the training I give you is mainly based on ground skills. What do you think? ?"

"Uh, good." Aoki nodded. He actually didn't know much about MMA. He only saw a few games and highlights on TV in his previous life. He listened to what the professionals said.

Matsuyamayan lifted the pad, and the two tattooed arms looked bigger than Aoki's legs: "I'll see how basic your basic movements are today, and then I'll take you to test your physical fitness. Starting tomorrow, I will plan a recipe for you. You must eat strictly according to my recipe. Otherwise, your body will not be able to keep up with nutrition. Exercising too much will be harmful to your body. At the same time, I will be in charge of training your standing-based skills. , In addition to ground skills, the coach just now taught Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, you can learn from him first."

"Okay." Aoki gave a short answer, and saw Song Shanyan motioning him to throw a punch at the pad: "Just punch, punch according to your habit."

After Aoki punched four or five punches, Song Shanyan motioned him to stop expressionlessly: "Next, whip your legs from left to right."

After a few kicks, Song Shanyan sighed in disappointment: "Your technical movements are limited to a certain appearance, and the specific force movements are basically unsculpted. You have a lot of strength, but you can only hit [-]% of your strength. If you want to play in two months, four hours of technical training a day may not be enough."