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After paying the tuition fees, accommodation fees, and buying necessary living supplies, Qin Chizian only had a little over a hundred yuan left in his pocket.
How can he make money?
Tutoring? Just came out of the rural area, the awkward pronunciation of " Anan " sounds strange, let's forget about it for now.
Do some small business?
Not to mention just starting school, nothing is organized, and most importantly, there is no capital.
Unable to come up with a plan, on the weekend, Qin Chizian wandered aimlessly around the school. Surprisingly, there was a "Fight Club" in the northeast, slightly to the east. The girl behind the bar had seen many people and could tell at a glance that someone dressed like Qin Chizian wouldn't be signing up for a membership there, so she ignored him.
"Excuse me, do we have part-time positions available here?" Qin Chizian asked timidly.
"Part-time? What can you do?" The young girl looked down her nose, "We have dedicated cleaners for that here."
Qin Chizian was speechless.
"Would you like to be a practice partner? 10 yuan per hour." A bulky man came out and asked Qin Chizian.
10 yuan per hour? The same price as a substitute teacher's fee!
"I'll do it!" Qin Chizian agreed without hesitation.
The man didn't say much, just threw a pair of gloves over and said, "Get familiar with the job first!" Qin Chizian clumsily put on the gloves. The man raised his fist as a signal and said, "Let's go."
In a state of confusion, a punch came rushing towards him, landing squarely on his chin, causing Qin Chizian to fall backward.
Is getting beaten up part of the training?
Qin Chizian's head was buzzing as he struggled to get up, but a man's whip-like kick struck him in the back, causing Qin Chizian to fall down again.
"Are you still going to fight?" The man asked expressionlessly.
Qin Chizian stood up and spat, "Yes!"
He regarded the man in front of him as Zhou Guosheng and Qiu Guodong from his past life, and though his attacks were unorthodox, they were powerful.
The man did not strike again; he simply raised his arms and legs to block. Finally, Qin Chizian was exhausted. He stopped, panting heavily, when suddenly the man across from him threw another punch. It felt as if Qin Chizian's chest had been hammered, and he fell down again. Qin Chizian truly could not get back up.
The man took off his gloves and reached out to him, saying, "Are you from the countryside?"
Qin Chizian couldn't speak and just nodded.
The man helped him take off his gloves and said, "If you think you can handle it, you can stay. You can come anytime, not just on Saturday Sunday."
Compared to being thrown from the top of a building in my past life, this bit of suffering is nothing!
Qin Chizian decisively signed the agreement brought by the bartender.
The man finally showed a hint of a smile: "Good, let me formally introduce myself. I am the owner and chief coach of this club, the renowned Xiong Bingcheng. You can call me Brother Xiong!"
Qin Chizian reached out and shook hands with him.
On Saturdays and Sundays, Qin Chizian spends at least 8 hours each day, and every night at least one hour, at Brother Xiong's club. In actual work, Qin Chizian is much more relaxed than during the trial period.
Most of the members he accompanies are beginners, and even those who are physically strong have never been able to take him down like Brother Xiong.
Qin Chizian adheres to his professional principles: as a sparring partner, he is there to take hits, and even if he can knock down his opponent, it's just to help them improve. Members have high praise for Qin Chizian. As winter approaches, Qin Chizian has been promoted from a sparring partner to a junior coach and can now go several rounds with Brother Xiong without going down.
Qin Chizian wrote a letter to his family, telling his parents not to send him living expenses anymore. New Year's Day is here, and the school has a three-day break. Brother Xiong is very satisfied with Qin Chizian's arrival as promised: "Xiao Qin, my brother, most people go back to their hometown or spend time with their girlfriends during the break, but you came to my place again."
Qin Chizian didn't expect that Zhou Guosheng and Qiu Guodong would come here, and there were also two women with them, behaving intimately.
Qiu Guodong became interested when he saw Qin Chizian wearing gloves to warm up: "Hey, Lao Wu, I've seen you busy as a bee lately. So, this is where you've been all this time?"
Qin Chizian took off his gloves: "Si Ge, I'm here as a sparring partner."
"Isn't being a sparring partner just getting beaten up?" Zhou Guosheng took the words with a strange tone.
Qin Chizian smiled, "Bother Zhou, do you want me to play a game with you? It's on me, no charge."
Zhou Guosheng and Qiu Guodong exchanged a glance, a sly smile on their faces. "Good brother, can't let you lose out. Today, I won't let you accompany for nothing. As long as you don't beg for mercy in the end, brother will get you a 5000 yuan membership card!"
Two heavily made-up and flamboyant girls (they would probably be called "showy" in later generations) clapped and cheered, "Good, good!"
Zhou Guosheng obviously had some training. He threw a punch, but Qin Chizian dodged it with a head movement. Then came a whip kick, but Qin Chizian evaded it with a quick move. Two strikes missed, and Zhou Guosheng looked fierce, throwing punches and kicks, elbow strikes, and knee strikes with skill and ferocity, almost hitting flesh with every move.
But unlike professional players like Brother Xiong, he lacked explosive power. Even when Qin Chizian intentionally let him hit, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.
Qin Chizian knows the psychology of these people. If you don't let him hit you, they will feel that the money spent is not worth it. Qin Chizian took a punch on the shoulder, and he didn't feel like he was hit by a car like Brother Xiong, but in order to play his part well, Qin Chizian pretended to stagger and almost fell.
Zhou Guosheng struck once and without hesitation, he came forward, grabbed Qin Chizian by the neck, and thrust his right knee towards a vital spot. Qin Chizian cursed inwardly at this kid's dirty tricks, while simultaneously contracting his abdomen to dissipate Zhou Guosheng's attack, pretending to be knocked down.
Half an hour passed, Qin Chizian pretended to be beaten badly, and Zhou Guosheng was already panting, but he still forced himself, saying, "You can't take it anymore, can you?"
But soon, Qin Chizian suddenly stood up like a carp and said, "Bother Zhou, please continue." Zhou Guosheng really couldn't move anymore. Qin Chizian smiled and gestured, "Bother Zhou, please come over here to handle the formalities!"
Shouting to the front desk again, "Sister Hui, give me a 5000 yuan card for Brother Zhou." In an era where a salary of 400 yuan is considered high, getting a 5000 yuan card is quite painful for Zhou Guosheng. But he had said it himself, and it seemed like his nephew's classmate had been beaten badly, so he reluctantly paid at the front desk.
The girl at the bar is named Zhou Minghui, two years older than Qin Chizian. She skillfully handles the payments and card applications while winking at Qin Chizian. As a few people were leaving, Qiu Guodong suddenly said, "Lao Wu, my sister said she wants to treat you to a meal sometime, whenever you're free." Zhou Guosheng's brow visibly furrowed, and his gaze towards Qin Chizian became more sinister.
Abusive, this Qiu Guodong is deliberately deceiving himself.
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