Night’s Nomenclature Chapter 193: The world of little people

"Why are you here so early today?" Huang Zixian was a little confused: "It's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and they are all bantamweight and featherweight events."

Qingchen walked to the boxing gym, while Huang Zixian sat back in the wheelchair and asked his assistant to push him to follow the boy.

In the corridor, Qingchen lowered his peaked cap and said, "I'm here to take a look."

At this time, Huang Zixian said: "Actually, you want to watch and learn technology, right?"

"Why do you say that?" Qingchen asked calmly.

"I can feel it," Huang Zixian said while sitting in a wheelchair: "Although I was beaten so badly by you, your skills are far inferior to mine, and this can be felt."

After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Qingchen's face. Seeing that the boy was not unhappy, he continued: "I have always been known for my skill in the boxing ring for so long, so no matter how skilled my opponent is, I only need to make a move. You can feel it with your punches. For example, the moment I punch, your avoidance trajectory and defensive posture all rely on subconscious reactions. When you fight, your subconscious is controlling your body, not you."

Qingchen was very interested in this statement, and he said seriously: "Keep talking."

"Actually, if I hadn't cried for no reason yesterday, you wouldn't have been able to defeat me," Huang Zixian also said sincerely: "I don't think you are a regular at Haitang Boxing Gym, and you don't seem to have studied me specifically, so You probably don’t know that my best skill is the choke. Yesterday I seemed to be repulsed when you counterattacked. In fact, I was waiting for the opportunity. Just give me ten more seconds, and maybe I can seize your flaw and knock it out. You're chained to the ground."

Qingchen knew that the other party was telling the truth, and it was precisely because he sensed a sense of crisis at that time that he thought about what other trump cards he had.

Even after Huang Zixian shed tears, he did not dare to approach rashly.

That was his intuition warning him.

So, this is why he came back here to study fighting skills seriously. He wanted to consolidate his foundation until one day he could defeat a master like Huang Zixian without any tricks.

Now, Huang Zixian can see his weaknesses at a glance, which shows that he still has a long way to go.

Huang Zixian looked at Qingchen: "You are very talented because your instincts are strong enough, but if you don't have skills, you won't be able to go far."

"Well, I came here so early just to learn technology," Qingchen no longer had to hide it now.

However, Huang Zixian was stunned for a moment: "To learn skills, you need to hire a professional coach. Haitang Boxing Gym will not assign you a coach. They don't have this business."

"I don't want to hire a coach," Qingchen shook his head, because he was teaching too slowly one lesson at a time.

What he has to do is to observe others fighting, then record all the details in his mind and slowly review them, and finally make them his own.

However, he could not explain his talent to Huang Zixian.

At this time, a boxing gym staff member suddenly appeared on the way between the two of them. He was wearing a black suit and said politely in a low voice: "Mr. Qing, the boss asked me to ask you whether you are playing a match today. If so, If so, I can temporarily invite opponents for you. If you have any opponents you want to play, you can also tell me."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment: "I won't play the game today, I will just watch."

"Then I'll take you to the private room," the staff member said and led the way.

He led Qingchen to the door of a VIP private room. The words VIP001 were clearly hung on the door, and Huang Zixian looked strange.

Huang Zixian looked at the staff hesitantly: "Can I go in?"

Qingchen felt a little strange. Why did he ask if he could go in? Isn't it just a private room?

However, the staff did not reply directly, but looked at Qingchen: "Are you inviting Mr. Huang?"

"Invitation," Qingchen asked Huang Zixian, an old Jianghu man, about something else.

After receiving Qingchen's reply, the staff member looked at Huang Zixian: "Mr. Huang, you can go in and accompany Mr. Qing."

Then, after the staff asked them about the drinks and meals they needed, they quietly exited the private room.

Qingchen smelled the subtle fragrance in the private room, as if an orchid was quietly blooming in the dark night. It was fragrant but not greasy.

He looked at Huang Zixian: "Can you explain to me what happened just now?"

"This is the private room where Boss Jiang usually watches matches. It is not open to the public," Huang Zixian said: "The entire Haitang Boxing Gym knows about this. She usually stays alone in this private room and does not let anyone get close to it. ."

Qingchen secretly thought, no wonder the fragrance here is so fragrant, it turns out that it is for the exclusive use of that lady.

He still didn’t know that Huang Zixian was already feeling complicated at this time, because the tigerweight boxing champion was somewhat unsure of the relationship between the young man in front of him and the long-famous Haitang boss.

In the hearts of people like Huang Zixian, Jiang Xiaotang has never been a good man or woman.

In fact, how could a woman who could stab Zhou Mo's intestines with her own hands without changing her expression be an ordinary woman?

This is the most famous snake and scorpion in District 4. Underneath his beautiful appearance and enchanting figure, there is chilling coldness and viciousness.

At this time, Huang Zixian hesitated and said again: "Boss Jiang stabbed Zhou Mo, the middleweight boxing champion, who refused to compete with you yesterday, twice with his own hands, and he is still lying in the hospital next door. But this is There are rules in the world, and I think Zhou Mo is also mentally prepared."

"The rules of the world?" Qingchen heard this word again. Huang Zixian also mentioned the rules of the world when he wanted to save his life.

He always thought it was a very vague concept, but now it seems to be some substantial rules that stick to the rules.

Huang Zixian explained: "In the underground world, love, justice, trust and promises must be valued. Zhou Mo accepted the money from Haitang Boxing Gym but was too afraid to fight, and even made Boss Jiang lose face. This is considered a violation of the rules of faith. , so you have to cut through the guts twice. Also, you cannot betray whichever society you follow in this underground world, otherwise you will become a lost dog. If anyone takes in the traitor, the society can all attack together."

Qingchen nodded, he understood.

Rules are favorable conditions set by those in power. With these rules, everyone needs to think twice before betraying the community or breaking faith.

However, he was a little surprised that there were still such rules in the underground world.

At this time, Huang Zixian said: "Just like if you spare my life, I will give yours back. This is also the rule of the world. Spare my life so that I can have time to arrange for my wife and children, and take care of my death." After I have arranged everything, even if you ask me to die, I can't refuse. But if you are in crisis, I will take care of the matter for you. Then if I can survive this, I will Even if I earn it back, I won’t owe you anything anymore.”

Qingchen sighed with emotion: What a special rule for middle school students.

However, he didn't know why, but he always felt that these people who still adhered to the rules of the world gave this cold world some human touch that was unique to the world.

This is probably something you can't see in those big shots.

Originally Qingchen still didn't understand why Lin Xiaoxiao, Ye Wan, and Li Dongze were so loyal to Li Shutong, but at this moment he finally understood.

Jianghu.

This is something that makes Qingchen feel incompatible with the cyberpunk world, but it just exists.

Of course, Qingchen also knows that this world is not that pure, and there are not many people like Huang Zixian.

At this time, Huang Zixian thought for a while and suddenly added: "Of course, the rules of the world are the rules of the world. Boss Jiang's forcing Zhou Mo to walk to the hospital alone is a bit excessive. The agency behind Zhou Mo is very powerful, but they I don’t dare to say anything to Boss Jiang, so I can only admit defeat.”

Qingchen understood that Huang Zixian wanted to hint to himself that Boss Jiang was not easy to mess with, but he did not dare to say it clearly.

I'm afraid Huang Zixian is also a little confused about his relationship with Boss Jiang, so he doesn't want to talk nonsense.

To be honest, even Qingchen was a little confused. He had only met Jiang Xiaotang once, but the other party had given him so many special cases?

A little weird.

However, he settled for what he had come. Qingchen calmly sat down in the private room, his eyes fixed on the two bantamweight players in the octagonal cage.

Tigerweight corresponds to E-class extraordinary beings, and middleweight corresponds to F-class extraordinary beings. Therefore, featherweight and bantamweight are still in the category of ordinary people.

In the past, Huang Zixian would have disdained a boxing match of this level, but he found that Qingchen was watching it with gusto.

The former tiger-weight boxing champion was thinking, judging from the power comparison last night, this Qing Xiaotu must be the best in the E-class, no matter how he looks at the bantamweight class Gotta go in?

However, he didn't know that Qingchen only looked at skills.

For boxers, the bantamweight division does not offer otherworldly power, but requires continuous polishing of skills.

These people have experienced dozens or hundreds of fights in the octagonal cage, and have to undergo high-intensity training every day. Those skills can be said to have been honed thousands of times, and each of them has perfect control of timing and rhythm.

Huang Zixian suddenly said tentatively to the side: "The two bantamweights in the audience, one is named Li Yuzhe and the other is named Chang Lele. Both of them have very good skills, but they have never been injected with genetic medicine. Li Yuzhe can't buy it. Chang Lele had already bought the genetic medicine, but he wanted to inject it after giving birth, but he never found a wife..."

While watching the match, Qingchen asked: "Are bantamweight boxers so miserable that they can't even find their wives?"

"It's not that he can't find it," Huang Zixian said: "He was dating a girlfriend a while ago, and ended up being cheated on by a middleweight boxer. I suspect he might be tempted to inject genetic medicine and directly Get revenge on that boxer."

"Your circle is really chaotic," Qingchen sighed.

At this time, Chang Lele suddenly turned around and clamped down on his opponent with his waist, hips and arms, deflecting his opponent's center of gravity.

Huang Zixian saw Qingchen’s eyes lit up at the side and explained: "This is a northern wrestling technique. The waist and hips are one of the most important axes of the human body. They can often play a role in close combat and choke techniques. Four taels can make a difference."

Qing Chen reviewed Chang Lele's waist-and-hip-axis-axis technique just now, and instantly thought of several waist-and-hip-axis fighting methods.

He suddenly felt that it would be good to have someone analyzing on the side.

Qingchen looked at Huang Zixian: "Anyway, you are injured now, otherwise, why don't you come and explain to me every afternoon?"

Huang Zixian was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to repay your favor with this?"

Qingchen said seriously: "This is to ask you to pay back some interest first."

Huang Zixian was happy: "Okay."

In fact, Qingchen also has another purpose. He wants to use Huang Zixian, an old Jianghu, to understand the Jianghu among the people at the bottom of the world.

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At this moment, in a hidden room, there are sets of women's clothes hanging here, and there is a huge bathroom and bathtub inside. This is obviously Jiang Xiaotang's own private space.

Jiang Xiaotang was sitting in front of a table with her chin propped up, and in front of her stood a dynamic holographic projection, in which Qingchen and Huang Zixian were talking.

She said to herself with some doubts: "You really came to watch the competition to learn skills? But what skills can you learn from watching the bantamweight competition?"

As she spoke, her fair calves under the hem of her skirt rested on the soft fabric in front of her. The embroidered flat shoes on her feet were particularly bright, making the instep of her feet extra white, as if there were even bone patterns and cyan blood vessels on the instep. A unique sense of beauty.

Jiang Xiaotang looked at the young man in the hologram silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, she pressed a button on the table and said: "Change the schedule and let Guo Ruochao and Zhong Mingyuan play the next game. Ask them to make up the game contract and increase the appearance fee by 10%."

The hesitant voice of a subordinate came from the built-in speaker on the table: "Boss, the two people who were originally scheduled to compete are ready to appear."

Jiang Xiaotang did not speak. Only three seconds passed, and his subordinate immediately changed his words and said, "I will make arrangements right away."

In the private room, Qingchen asked between games: "Is life and death often separated in the Octagon?"

"Often," Huang Zixian said: "Haitang Boxing Gym is better. Boss Jiang will not deliberately pursue blood and excitement. But many small boxing gyms are different. In order to attract some psychologically depressed audiences and gamblers, they spend every day They will deliberately kill one or two boxers."

Qingchen didn’t understand: “Didn’t they say that Haitang Boxing Gym only gets new members for four or five months to get graded? If there are so few new people, wouldn’t they all be beaten to death?!”

Huang Zixian laughed suddenly: "It seems that you really don't know much about the boxing gyms in District 4. There are more than a hundred black boxing gyms in the entire No. 18 city, and District 4 has 16 of the largest ones. If a boxer wants to be graded, it will only count if he is graded in the sixteen boxing gyms in the fourth district. Under normal circumstances, everyone will go to Hongxing Boxing Gym, which has the worst overall level, where the intensity is the lowest and the number of people killed is the least. We can book more than ten at night. To be honest, this is the business Hongxing Boxing Gym is in, selling boxers’ passes."

After receiving the certificate, boxers can freely choose to compete in any boxing gym.

A large-scale gym like Haitang Boxing Gym will have its own dedicated boxers.

Generally speaking, when people go out and say they are Begonia, boxers will be head and shoulders above other boxers at the same level. This is a natural sense of superiority.

Qingchen nodded to express that he understood. The sixteen boxing gyms in the fourth district were equivalent to holding the power to "issue certificates" for boxers. The entire boxing gyms in City No. 18 needed to rely on them.

The Haitang Boxing Gym has always been among the highest level, so under normal circumstances, those who dare to come here to level up are geniuses.

Only for true geniuses, coaches will bring them here to try to become famous.

It is certainly dangerous to grade at the Haitang Boxing Gym~IndoMTL.com~, but it is the most valuable and the most solid path to grade here.

At this time, Qingchen realized how deceitful his master was...

In other words, how pitiful is the tradition of the Knights organization...

"Hey, the schedule has changed," Huang Zixian said: "Wait, why are Guo Ruochao and Zhong Ming playing far away?"

"Is there any problem?" Qingchen asked.

Huang Zixian hesitated and said: "These two are the most skilled in the featherweight class. Haitang Boxing Gym usually avoids letting them compete together, because the two are not good at fighting, and the audience may not be able to understand. . Strange, who arranged this event?"

He glanced at Qingchen and thought to himself, isn't this arrangement just for this young man to learn skills?

While Huang Zixian was thinking, there was a knock on the door outside the private room, and Jiang Xiaotang lazily asked outside the door: "Can I come in?"

Huang Zixian looked at Qingchen silently. He did not expect that Jiang Xiaotang would ask before pushing the door open and entering.