America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 7 The Early Bird Catches the Worm

"Good morning, Allen. It's not even ten o'clock yet. Aren't you up a little too early?" Dominic, with his blond hair flowing down his shoulders, rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Damn, this feeling of déjà vu is so strong.

I wish you were a woman.

They must have suffered a lot on a daily basis.

"Hey buddy, it's time to go eat. The early bird catches the worm. You don't want to spend your whole life under a bridge, do you?" Zhang Ailun urged.

"You're right, but I still want to sleep for a while. If possible, could you bring me some food back?" Dominic listlessly declined his invitation to play.

"Okay, no problem."

Thank you, buddy!

Zhang Ailun looked at the tent that had been pulled up again, feeling somewhat helpless.

It seems that on my first day of settling down, I'll have to go out and hunt for food on my own.

Besides the sweet-smelling air, the homeless on the free West Coast also live a life of unbridled freedom, only willing to do what they like.

There was nothing he could do; he was currently living away from home and didn't have his own tent or property, so he was too embarrassed to bother Dominic again.

Zhang Ailun conserved water, quickly washed up, and stepped out of the comfortable underpass area.

I stretched my muscles and bones in the open space, did a set of shadowboxing drills, and then started warming up with a run.

He has always had a good habit of exercising, and his whole body is full of muscles. He has been stronger than the average person since he was a child, and he is the kind of person with extraordinary bone structure.

In order not to waste my talent, I also systematically studied mixed martial arts on the advice of my friends.

He has fought many street fights and bounty matches in private, with a career record of 72 wins, 2 losses, 2 draws, and 66 KOs.

Great efforts can produce miracles.

When I came back with Dominic yesterday, it was already dark outside, and I couldn't see anything on the roadside. Now Zhang Ailun has also noticed that there are colorful graffiti on various buildings along the road, as well as funny little yellow ducks.

From the No. 19 bridge arch to the abandoned urban area of ​​the street construction site, the entire route is basically within the territory of Louis XIX, Lori.

This is a unique aspect of American street culture. It's similar to a yellow dog urinating to declare its territory.

Right next to the buildings and the bridge arches of the harbor, there are also many colorful tents that look like grave mounds, empty wine bottles, burnt garbage ashes, and blackened oil drums that can be seen everywhere by the roadside.

It's truly a beautiful sight.

Zhang Ailun saw from afar a mixed-race girl with disheveled hair walk out of a tent and stretch lazily towards the sky.

With her ample bosom and curvaceous figure, she's certainly got quite the assets.

Outside the camouflage tent, there was a battle-damaged skateboard and a Target folding bicycle.

The female benefactor on the west coast is truly generous, wearing nothing at all so early in the morning, completely unconcerned about exposing herself.

His wheat-colored buttocks shone like silk in the sunlight.

The black girl's skin was indeed the smoothest and most delicate he had ever seen.

Wait a minute, what is she doing squatting there again...?

Holy crap!

fountain!!

How could she be so bold?

Zhang Ailun was stunned.

Perhaps it was because she thought that no homeless people would get up during that time.

The female benefactor squatted by the roadside and finished relieving herself. Then, half-asleep, she picked up a bottle of purified water and a toothbrush and began to wash up.

Zhang Ailun jogged up beside me, thoroughly enjoying the view, and waved enthusiastically, "Hey, good morning! Girl, you have a great figure!! Do you have a boyfriend?"

The Black girl stared at him blankly, feeling the intense admiration in the stranger's eyes, and she was dumbfounded.

He choked immediately, jumped up in a panic, tears welling in his eyes, and cursed, "Fxxk!! Where did you come from, you bastard?"

Zhang Ailun stopped and watched the Black girl frantically scramble back into the tent to find clothes to put on, then glanced at the map left on the ground.

Every little bit was thrown out of the tent.

The muddy ground has been dredged up with potholes?

Awesome!!

Seeing the black woman emerge from the tent again, Zhang Ailun immediately explained, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm new here, you can call me Alan."

"Simone."

The Black girl, wearing a beige tank top and camouflage cargo shorts, looked at him with some displeasure. "Dude, you're lucky. My boyfriend broke up with me the other day. Otherwise, if he were here, he would definitely give you a good beating!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. But you're so beautiful, how could your boyfriend break up with you? Is he blind?" Zhang Ailun asked, somewhat surprised.

When Simone heard the stranger praise her, her expression improved considerably, and she instantly became less angry.

He said helplessly, "Things are complicated, Bro! But that's how relationships are. There will always be friction for various reasons. But I was the one who dumped him! Because he's an uncontrollable drug addict, there's no good ending for me if I stay with him."

The other party had been using ketamine all along, and because of this incident, he ended up homeless.

He had promised to go to rehab and try to find a job to pay off his debts, but he relapsed after only a few days. He even stole her money and, when caught red-handed, refused to admit it. She couldn't take it anymore and dumped him!

What's even more unbearable is that the other person is tall but useless. He was very popular in high school, but he often skipped classes to go to nightclubs and strip clubs. He ruined himself by partying too much.

Later, she worked out like crazy to cover up her inferiority complex, consuming protein powder excessively, and taking painkillers and ketamine while working out... In the end, she developed prostate enlargement, nephritis, and hair loss.

He was already a short, quick-draw man, soft and weak. Now, without Viagra, he can't even get an erection. What's the difference between him and a piece of trash?

White men are just lame.

Zhang Ailun understood the whole story. To express his apology, he immediately said, "Since we're all neighbors, if your ex comes to harass you or cause you trouble again, you can come to me for help. Consider it making up for my mistake this time. I live on the west side of the No. 19 bridge."

"Don't worry, I'll teach your ex a lesson he'll never forget, I'll beat him to a pulp!"

Zhang Ailun flexed his fists.

Simone looked at her incredulously. "Bro, are you kidding me?"

Looking at Zhang Ailun, who is tall and thin, with a height of only 1.8 meters, his large hooded sweatshirt conceals his explosive muscles, making him inconspicuous in a crowd.

Zhang Ailun confidently stated, "Don't underestimate me. I'm an Asian UFO mixed martial arts boxer, you know what I mean! As a boxer, I'm not afraid of street fights at all. People call me Little Mike Tyson!!"

"UFO? You must be referring to the UFC, the MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) organization, right?"

Zhang Ailun's words left the black girl speechless. Did he really think I, a local, hadn't watched the live broadcast of the game?

She also has a signed photo of Conor McGregor, a collector's edition in his mummy form.

That was left by her ex-boyfriend as a breakup fee; he was so poor that this was all he had left.

"In our country, it's called a UFO. Only alien battles can accommodate a fighter like me."

Zhang Ailun smiled confidently: "Girl, I have to say you're really lucky. A loser like your ex didn't deserve you at all. Luckily you woke up in time and dumped him, so you can meet me today!"

Instead of being angry, Simone laughed, amused by his optimism and confidence.

But it has to be said that sometimes foreigners fall for this; the more confident you are, the more charming you become.

"Okay. You're a boxing champion from Asia, ha? Annyeonghaseyo?"

"I'm from China," Zhang Ailun replied, clearly displeased.

"Oh, sorry."

Simone immediately changed her tune, "You're so naughty."

(End of this chapter)