"Douglas, how about we go out for a drink tonight?"
"No problem. Dobby, I'll leave the gym to you. I'll go out with my friends."
"Go, Douglas. Leave it to me."
"Mr. Douglas, our coach was bullied by someone at UCLA today," a student said.
"Huh? What's wrong? "Zanla asked, confused.
"Hoppy, it's nothing. Don't talk nonsense."
"When our coach was training us today, he was thrown into the water by a UCLA swimming coach."
"There's so many of you. Are you just going to watch him bully your coach?"
"A member of the boxing club stopped us. Apparently, he knows boxing and has the ability of a professional."
"Is that so? Professional level strength. I've been quite free lately. When will you take me to meet that person?" Zanla Douglas said nonchalantly.
He'd met all the pros in America once. What kind of pro could there be in UCLA?
What was a professional?
Those who hadn't gotten a professional boxing license were all bragging about themselves.
How many so-called pros had failed the exam?
"Sure," Urgat said, chuckling. "I'd love to see a pro fight. I haven't watched a pro fight before."
…
"Chen, I heard that you became Tiger's boxing coach yesterday?" Eveleigh asked.
"Yes."
"How much did you charge him?"
"Three lessons in three days. Thirty thousand."
"You're too much. We pay two hundred thousand for ten days. How can you only charge him thirty thousand for three days?"
"You have at least four hours a day. Ten days is forty hours, but he only needs one hour per lesson. You're actually cheaper than him. Maybe I should charge him the same."
"Whatever. Pretend I didn't say anything." Eveleigh had squeezed out the two hundred thousand from her pocket.
If Chen Zhao really charged her according to Tiger's standard, she would probably have to ask her family for money.
"Okay, let's start today's training."
"Chen, how about you teach me how to box?"
"Ten thousand per hour. Do you want it?"
"You stingy bastard."
"I don't have time to waste with you guys. Let's start. Change into your swimsuit …"
Four hours later, Eveleigh and Normans finished the day's training.
Chen Zhao switched to the boxing club. Today's training was to get beaten up.
Of course, Tiger was the one attacking and Chen Zhao was the one getting hit.
"Harder, harder … Didn't you eat breakfast? Or did you not have lunch? "
Tiger realized that no matter how much power he used, Chen Zhao was unaffected.
"You have enough strength, but this is boxing. If you prepare your strength for ten seconds, who can you hit?"
Yesterday, Tiger realized that he couldn't block Chen Zhao's attacks at all. He had to rest after a few minutes.
When he got home at night, he had to apply the ointment.
But now, it was his turn to attack. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't move Chen Zhao.
…
"Coach Urgat, he's in the boxing club now. He's sparring with the black man from yesterday."
"Hmm, the two of them are indeed in cahoots."
"I've asked around. The Asian will come to practice for an hour these two days."
"How long have they been practicing?"
"It's been over half an hour."
"Douglas took more than half an hour to get here. Looks like I can't do it today. I'll call Douglas over tomorrow."
After Urgat hung up, he called Zanla Douglas. "Douglas, are you free tomorrow afternoon?"
"Yes."
"Then come to the UCLA boxing club at two tomorrow afternoon."
"The guy who beat you that day is in the boxing club?"
"Yes."
"Okay, got it. I'll be there on time tomorrow."
…
"Tiger, we'll stop here today," Chen Zhao said.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of my strength?" Tiger asked.
"You're strong, but not the best," Chen Zhao said honestly.
"Mr. Chen, have you fought with a top professional boxer before?"
"We fought once."
"How big is the difference between me and the top boxer you mentioned?"
"He can hurt me."
"Uh …"
Tiger realized that he couldn't continue the conversation. "Fine, I'll try my best."
"Have a good rest today and recuperate. We'll fight seriously tomorrow."
"I will." Tiger asked again, "Mr. Chen, how many kilograms can you hit with your full strength?"
"You don't want to know." Chen Zhao thought of how he'd broken the punching machine at Gaia.
Recently, he'd felt that he'd become much stronger.
Tiger knew that his punching power was meaningless.
Because he didn't have any reference value at all.
He didn't even dare to use his full strength when sparring with Tiger.
Otherwise, he might really cripple such a promising youth with one punch.
Returning to the RV, Chen Zhao took a shower and found a pile of poop in the toilet.
"Princess, you left it, right? You didn't flush again? "
Princess felt wronged and pointed at Black-Ma. Roar!
"Don't frame Black-Ma. It can only be you with such a big poop."
Chen Zhao glared at Princess. "Go do ten push-ups."
Ever since he'd brought Princess around the school last time and she'd left a pile on the road, forcing Chen Zhao to clean it up, Chen Zhao didn't bring Princess out of the car anymore.
Of course, Black-Ma and White Ma didn't either. They went crazy when people came.
They'd chase people whenever they saw them, creating a bad influence in the school.
Princess's biggest hobby was lying on her stomach.
Her second hobby was eating.
Her third hobby was eating on her stomach.
She was happy that Chen Zhao didn't bring her out of the car.
However, while Princess was smart, she didn't have a good memory.
Chen Zhao had taught her how to use the toilet, but she always forgot to flush it.
To her, the most painful thing was to be punished.
What she was most afraid of was doing push-ups.
Especially with her current weight, ten push-ups could basically kill her.
During this period of time, its weight had doubled.
What did 1,000 kilograms of weight mean? The weight of a small car was estimated to be about 1500 kilograms.
Chen Zhao had no doubt that with Princess's growth, she'd surpass a small car soon.
Right now, Princess was a real giant.
She was the largest carnivorous animal on land. There was no one bigger than her.
Roar!
"You don't want to do it? If you don't, you won't have dinner tonight. "
Roar!
Princess compromised. She lay on the ground and started doing push-ups.
She wasn't doing very well, but Chen Zhao still let her pass.
"Remember, next time you don't flush the toilet, it'll be twenty push-ups."
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