A school like the No. 7 National Middle School in Blackhot City was undoubtedly an assembly line in a workshop. Most of the products from this assembly line would enter the army, factories, farms, and other assembly lines before finally being melted down in the crematorium. This was the life of most people. If there were no accidents, perhaps Zhang Tie would follow this path in the future.
These two days, Zhang Tie found that his mind was much clearer than before. He could think of many things that he had never thought of before. As he didn't want to become a shoddy product on this assembly line that couldn't determine its own fate, Barley and the other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood formed to silently fight against their own fate. In order to jump out of this assembly line, Glaze tried his best to perform well at school and became a LV 2 fighter at a young age. In order to jump out of this assembly line, numerous people put on the equipment of pioneers and gambled on their lives and futures for an unknown future. Batches after batches of people stepped onto the black unknown regions on the map, never to return...
When he stepped onto Bright Avenue, the last image that came to Zhang Tie's mind was that of an old man whom he had met when he was working in a grocery store. An old man whose hair and beard had already turned completely grey, wearing a pioneer's equipment. After exchanging some items in the grocery store, he sat on the wall opposite the entrance of the grocery store. Holding a broken sword in his arms, he smiled, drank liquor, and watched the sunset. After resting for a while, he stood up, tightened his waistband, and walked towards the railway station. From then on, Zhang Tie had never seen him again...
It seemed that the smile in the sunset was too calm and frank, which greatly contrasted with the old man's situation. That old, downcast pioneer left a deep impression on Zhang Tie. At that time, Zhang Tie couldn't understand why the old man sat on the ground beside the street, drank liquor, and watched the sunset with a strange expression. However, the old man's weathered yet smiling face often appeared in Zhang Tie's memory. Not until today did Zhang Tie vaguely understand the hidden pride in the smile of the old man and the frankness behind it — I've tried my best to live!
In this age, everyone was trying their best to become a superior product on the assembly line in order to gain better treatment; some were trying their best to jump out of the assembly line, regardless of whether they would be smashed into pieces or not; and some were trying their best to become the owner of the assembly line. What they already had, they wanted to have more!
When he came to Avenue Bright last time, everything on this avenue made him feel uneasy. However, this time, seeing everything on this magnificent avenue, Zhang Tie suddenly realized that his uneasiness originated from the natural timidity and lack of confidence of a semi-finished product on the assembly line when it saw the owner and manager of the assembly line. This was the rule of the game in this city. Before he could get rid of the status of a common semi-finished product in the eyes of others, everything on this avenue would give him a lot of pressure.
It seemed that he was trying his best to transform from a common semi-finished product to a superior semi-finished product! 'Ho … ho … semi-finished product? F * ck, who would say that about me? Mom would never agree, because in her eyes, I'm the most precious treasure in this world! ' In this world, he only needed to care about what a few people thought of him. As for what others thought of him, it had nothing to do with him. Why should he pretend to be a half-finished product in their eyes just to take care of those people's feelings?
Remembering that two years ago, under his resolute protest, his mom finally gave up calling him "treasure" and started calling him another nickname, "Guoguo", Zhang Tie revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. Then, with a more frank and appreciative pace, he passed through the dazzling Avenue Bright and arrived at the gate of the Iron Thorns Fighting Club, No. 18 Avenue Bright.
When Zhang Tie arrived at the gate of the Iron Thorns Fighting Club, the four gatekeepers glanced at him before letting him in instead of stopping him like last time. Zhang Tie enviously glanced at the shiny full-body armors on the four gatekeepers. Such full-body armors had an amazing defensive power, similar to the full-body armors worn by standard spearmen. The entire set of armor weighed more than 70 kg, which not only looked impressive, but also proved one's strength. Those who could still move freely in such armor were at least LV 5. With four fighters above LV 5 guarding the gate, Zhang Tie could imagine the terrifying strength of the Iron Thorns Fighting Club.
After entering the gate and passing through the fountain, Zhang Tie came to the front desk once again. Because of different understandings, Zhang Tie finally understood why Mary had praised him as "ambitious" last time. A woman who tried her best to jump out of the assembly line with her beauty and external conditions would naturally not want to have anything to do with a guy who had no future in the assembly line. What he had done to her last time seemed to have been a bit too much.
The moment he felt sorry for her, Zhang Tie turned around the fountain and saw a row of unique beauties at the front desk. Different from the last time when he had been ignored by these beauties, the moment he entered, he found that everyone's eyes were fixed on him. 80% of the eyes were filled with contempt and disdain, while the other 20% were filled with curiosity. It was easy to identify the women who looked at him with contempt and disdain. When they glared at him, they would proudly turn their faces away and raise their heads, like how a real swan would look at an "ambitious" toad. As for the remaining 20%, they would stare at him with a faint smile.
'Mary is not here?' Glancing at the beauties behind the service desk, Zhang Tie hurriedly put his right hand into his trouser pocket and pressed down the disobedient guy. All the beauties were wearing the uniform here, which was a very tight waistcoat with a very low collar and loose sweatpants. At first glance, they were all white, smooth, and billowy, which could cause a nosebleed.
Since nobody greeted him, Zhang Tie didn't want to make trouble for himself. Thus, he silently walked past the service desk. Not until a few steps later did he hear the discussions behind him.
"He's just a young brat. How could he be as bad as you've described?"
"Don't you know that you can't judge a book by its cover? These kids nowadays are all so mischievous. Mary said that this guy is disgusting, even worse than those customers. He wanted to molest Mary on his first time, and this guy even did something obscene to us!"
"Really? He doesn't look like one!"
"Has Ona fallen in love with him? Have a try!"
Then, a series of laughter drifted over …
'F * ck!' Zhang Tie knew that his image in the eyes of these women had been completely ruined.
As it was his second time here, he naturally didn't need to report to Manager Hance; instead, he only needed to report to Director Baker. Director Baker was the one whom Zhang Tie had met in Manager Hance's office last time. His main responsibility was to take care of LV 1 customers in the fighting club, namely, he was the head of those brats from rich and powerful families. As a human flesh bag for those brats, Zhang Tie was naturally managed by him. Perhaps it was because of his occupational disease of dealing with brats, Director Baker always nagged. Sometimes, he would unconsciously repeat a sentence several times.
Seeing Zhang Tie, Director Becker was very happy. He then started to nag Zhang Tie in his narrow office for over half an hour. He talked about the things that Zhang Tie should pay attention to, such as the areas that Zhang Tie could move in the fighting club, the places that Zhang Tie couldn't go to, the etiquette that he should pay attention to when treating customers, and some principles that he should pay attention to when "sparring partners". It was all very simple, but Becker had to repeat it to himself twice.
Half an hour later, when Director Baker couldn't help but repeat them for the third time, Zhang Tie felt a headache and hurriedly opened his mouth.
"Hmm, Director, I know what you've said. Should I take a bath, change my clothes, and wait for customers in the resting area?"
"Oh …" Director Baker raised his head and glanced at the wall clock in the office. He then opened a drawer and threw a key with a good plate to Zhang Tie. "This is the key to the wardrobe in your locker room. From now on, your personal belongings will be placed inside. There are two sets of training clothes in the fighting club. You can change them each time you come here. You can hand them to the service desk, and someone will wash them for you. As for your socks, the fighting club will provide you with a new pair every week. These are the benefits of the fighting club. Do well, young man …"
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