Chapter 145 - As a new comer (2) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

“… One punch… Only one punch blows the sandbag up!”

There are whispers and screamings of surprises behind me, and I turn around. Many people have surprises on their faces that I have expected. My face is very indifferent. I stoop and pick up the glove on the ground. Then I slowly come over and give it back to that young man.

He is staring at me, and suddenly a question is jumping out of his mouth.

“You can punch so hard without warming up?”

His words immediately remind the others, and as a result, the surprises on everyone’s face are deepening.

As everyone who has ever punched knows, punching hard is skillful. If we do a more detailed statistics, we will find that in all professional boxing competitions, the general boxers with heavy punches to knock down the opponent players are rarely in the first round.

Why? Because in the first round, the boxers are testing each other. More importantly, they should adjust their body to their best conditions, strengths and speeds. Only when the body is active can the strongest punch be produced in the best condition!

In professional basketball matches, players usually have to wait for several shots to find the best feeling, which is the same truth.

I used the abstruse principle of fighting. When I was punching, I have mobilized all the strengths of my whole body. Only when my waist, legs and arms are working at the same time, I just can blow the sandbag to be broken with one punch.

This young man’s eyes are fixed on me. They are no longer so cold, but with some moxibustion heat! He slowly takes over the glove. Looking at it, suddenly there’s a strange look is flashing in his eyes. He throws the glove on the ground, clenching his teeth and says: “I will not wear this thing in the future too.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha…” Standing behind, Papa 8 is suddenly laughing loudly. He comes over and pats me on the shoulder, saying gently with the smile, “Little 5, your fighting skill is well practiced. It’s the real good skill. Hmm, now I understand why that fat fellow introduced you. I’ll ask someone to teach you how to practice the guns, and then you’ll be a good horse!”

Honestly. A trace of confusion is flashing through my mind. There are more of… Well, it’s a bit more of hidden annoyances.

A good horse?

I understand. Maybe he means I’ll be a very good fighter, or a very good head horse.

But, do I still have to rely on fighting to earn the future?

This used to be the case at home, but now it’s still the same abroad?

I don’t show anything unusual on my face. After all, I’m new here, and I’m not familiar with this place, so I can’t ask for anything. At least now I can settle down here, which is what I need most at present.

Live in the present and look at the present first.

Then Papa 8 finds a middle-aged man in the group, who looks very steady, and says to him: “Arrange a room for him.” Then he looks at me and says, “Little 5, you live with them first.”

He does not say the future arrangment for me. I don’t ask either, just nodding.

The middle-aged man seems to be the leader of these men here, tall and powerful. Looking at his walking posture, he should be in the army before. He looks at me with some admiration in his eyes and says with a smile, “Come with me, young man. Find you a place to live. Silo, he’ll live with you.”

Within his words, I hear a slightly surprised voice: “Hmm? All right!”

I find that it is so coincidental that Silo happens to be that young man. He is still staring at the sandbag that I blew up.

The middle-aged man thinks for a while, then says to me with the smile: “By the way, do you have any further questions?”

I scratch my back of the head and give him a bitter smile: “Hmm… Yes, there are… When do we eat dinner? I’m hungry! To tell you the truth, I was just jumping out of the ship and landed two hours ago. I’ve been floating on the sea for more than half a month. Now my feet are still soft!”

My words make everyone laughing. The atmosphere here is good, these are all very straightforward men, everyone laughing for a while and coming up to say hello to me and welcome me to join. Papa 8 leaves directly.

I have said hello to more than a dozen people, and I can’t remember so many names at a time at all, just remember the name of the young man who will live in a room with me. His name is Silo.

Then I finally get the food. A big bowl of rice covers with two pieces of red-roasted meet, very greasy, bite off full mouth of oil, teeth full of meat fragrance! In addition, there are several green vegetables, which are very fresh.

I’m just sitting on the floor of the gym, grabbing the bowl to eat. The rice is a little hard and the food tastes a little light, but I eat it very sweet.

As I’m eating, I can’t help crying inside my heart. God sees pity! I thought myself is about dead many times when I drank rainwater and breeze on the sea. Now I can eat the rice and meat again.

A whole bowl of rice, I do not wast any grain. After eating, I even want to lick the wall of the bowl.

The middle-aged man looks at me and sighing: “Come on, you look very thin. How can you eat like a hungry tiger?”

I grin bitterly: “Hungry for several days, no food in my stomach…” Then I’m ashamed to ask him, “Is there more?”

“No.” The middle-aged man apologizes, “There’s no food in the kitchen and dinner hasn’t been cooked yet. These are the rest of the lunch. We’ll fill you up in the evening!”