Those who reincarnate must die.

Before long, under the coach's guidance, Zhang Lang put on his combat protective gear and stood on the square boxing ring. (Google search reading)

Across from him, a young man of similar height and build, probably weighing at least 220 or 230 pounds, was having his wrists bound.

This is Xiao Qiang, whom General Manager Liu just mentioned. He's a graduate of the sports academy, working here while also participating in a professional freestyle fighting league, though he loses more often than he wins...

"Aren't you going to wear this?" Zhang Lang tapped the protective gear on his body.

"I don't need it!" Xiao Qiang laughed. "I was just testing your reaction!"

Xiaoqiang isn't considered top-tier among professionals, but he's still very confident when facing amateur players or complete novices! There's a saying: "Every profession has its own secrets." Don't use your hobby to challenge someone else's livelihood!

But the problem is, he also encountered a guy today who makes a living by fighting, and he has quite a appetite...

Xiao Qiang got into position, but then he saw the newcomer opposite him wearing protective gear, just standing there with his limbs relaxed, his posture loose and unprepared...

Xiao Qiang took a look around. The relaxed feeling was right, but if he didn't get into a fighting stance beforehand, he wouldn't have time to make a move... His opponent might have practiced some so-called unorthodox martial arts, but without scientific and systematic training, he wouldn't be able to compete...

With this in mind, the professional player's gatekeeper decided to give his opponent a taste of his own medicine. The first punch would be to the head. With protective gear, he wouldn't get hurt, but he would make his opponent realize the gap in skill!

Thinking of this, he slid forward and threw a jab straight at Zhang Lang's forehead!

The jab is the fastest attack in martial arts; if the opponent doesn't have a defensive stance, they absolutely can't dodge it!

Snapped!

Xiaoqiang felt something nudge his fist, which caused his entire body to tilt and stagger slightly.

"What happened?"

Xiao Qiang was so surprised that he took two steps back and looked at his opponent, only to find that the newcomer was raising his left hand, which was covered by a boxing glove.

It got blocked? That was a quick reaction! But things won't be that easy from here on out!

Xiao Qiang launched another attack, his jab was blocked again, but he immediately followed up with a right hook!

The jab was just a feint!

But with a snap, his left hand, clad in a boxing glove, blocked his right hook once again!

Xiao Qiang was taken aback. How did they get back to defend so quickly?

No problem, he pushed off with his left leg, twisted his waist and used his strength to throw a left hook straight at Zhang Lang's chin!

Snapped!

It was that same left hand, still wearing the boxing glove, that pressed down on his fist!

Putting speed aside, what's with this power? It took my left hook and remained completely still.

The repeated setbacks also ignited Xiao Qiang's temper. They were all hot-blooded martial artists, and no one could stand this. He no longer regarded his opponent as a novice, but instead showed the spirit of playing in a professional league and regarded his opponent as a real enemy!

However, Zhang Lang remained calm in the face of Xiao Qiang's relentless attacks, sometimes blocking, sometimes dodging. Soon, his opponent was panting heavily and drenched in sweat, while his protective gear seemed to be just for show; apart from his boxing gloves, he hadn't been attacked at all...

"Hey bro, where have you trained?" Xiao Qiang leaned against the side post. "I haven't seen you on the professional roster."

"It's a family heirloom..." That was all Zhang Lang could say...

"Amazing!" Xiao Qiang gave a thumbs up. "I've changed my opinion on traditional martial arts. There are still masters among the common people!"

With Xiaoqiang as his guarantor, Zhang Lang naturally passed the assessment, and General Manager Liu arranged the formalities and signed a contract with him.

In most parts of the main world, combat sports are very popular. In addition to professional athletes, many ordinary people and fitness enthusiasts also learn and get involved. Combat coaches are quite in demand, but to become a coach, you need to obtain certification qualifications, and the threshold is relatively high.

In comparison, there aren't as many requirements for training partners. As long as they undergo a physical examination, have no obvious physical defects, and the employer provides full insurance and qualified safety equipment, that's sufficient. These weren't issues for Mr. Liu; he simply told him to get a physical examination tomorrow morning, and with the certificate, he could start work in the afternoon.

Things went relatively smoothly, and since it was still early, Zhang Lang decided to stay and observe how the people in the boxing gym worked, and also to get a general idea of ​​what martial arts in the main world were like.

He had previously been fighting purely on instinct, accumulating some experience from actual combat, but it was all unorthodox. He came here with the intention of learning. However, it seems that with his current attributes, some of the techniques used by ordinary people may no longer be applicable. But overall, it still offered some inspiration.

Zhang Lang stayed at the boxing gym until evening before leaving to head back. As soon as he entered the dormitory, Cheng Jun came up and intercepted him.

"I didn't realize you were so talented! You're even better than the ones from the sports school!"

Cheng Jun was still immersed in the midday long jump incident when Hong Yuanzhi and Zhao Xinpeng, who were standing nearby, also gathered around, clearly having heard Cheng Jun recount Zhang Lang's "heroic deeds." Especially Zhao Xinpeng:

"Now that we have a second baby, we'll stick to that hot pot restaurant from now on. You can do the long jump there, and we can eat for free every day!"

Zhang Lang shook his head: "Let's be lenient when we can!"

He'd been lacking in food lately and wanted to treat himself, so he ate a bit more when he saw the free lunch offer. However, he only ordered the cheaper options, not wanting the restaurant to lose too much money; he'd come back again if he had the chance.

Promotional activities are meant to attract customers with discounts, but when they find that people have eaten too much and then try to renege on their promises, this kind of shameless attitude is what made Zhang Lang a little angry.

But now that I think about it, it's not worth getting revenge over something so trivial, and besides, I guess the event will have to be changed tomorrow...

Zhang Lang returned to his desk, but Cheng Jun leaned over and said, "Hey, you and that short-haired girl across the street seem to be getting along well? How's it going, made contact?"

Zhang Lang was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Stop pretending, I saw it all later. When she was chatting with that rich and handsome guy from the sports school, she deliberately stood next to you!"

Cheng Jun laughed and said, "I heard from Xiaolin that that short-haired girl comes from a pretty good family, is considered very beautiful in an all-girls school, has a great personality, and a great figure. Those long legs are more than enough for you! Try contacting her on WeChat sometime, maybe things will work out!"

"WeChat?" Zhang Lang glanced at him. "I didn't add her..."

"Huh?!" Cheng Jun looked incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? Such a great girl, you sat face-to-face with her for three hours, and you didn't even ask for a WeChat message?"

Zhang Lang shrugged, took off his sportswear and stuffed it into the closet, then nimbly climbed onto the upper bunk. It has to be said that he ate a bit too much today, making the bed and ladder creak.

Zhao Xinpeng, who was standing nearby, leaned over and said to Cheng Jun, "Second brother isn't in the mood right now. But next time there's a good opportunity like this, could you consider me?"

"You?" Cheng Jun glanced at him. "What were you talking about with the girl? Games? Dungeons? Equipment? Female streamers? To use a gaming analogy, Zhang Lang just had a mental breakdown, but you're just a complete noob!!"

"Why do you say that!" Zhao Xinpeng pouted. "Does being a shut-in mean you don't deserve to have a spring in your life...?"

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