Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 116 High School Students at 30 Yuan per Hour
At the door of the sanitation workers' dormitory, Fan Junwei was paid to do the job, so he had to abide by professional ethics and did not give up just because Zhai Da came.

Punch carefully according to the coach's instructions.

When the school was estimating the scores, Zhai Da had met Fan Junwei, and he was among the people who almost helped him achieve the "strong charge of the electric fan" achievement.

But when this guy returned to school, he was wearing a baggy and cheap school uniform, and you couldn't tell at all that he had lost a lot of weight.

The originally fat body is changing towards being "fat and strong". He is not the kind of muscular man, but the fat-wrapped muscles like the ancient warriors.

Because he has recently started exercising, he has looked up some information. Even if a man who is two meters tall looks fat, his pure muscle mass is not low at all, otherwise he would not be able to support such a large body.

To give an inappropriate example, compared with Zhai Da, Fan Junwei is equivalent to carrying the weight of a bag of cement no matter whether he is eating, drinking water, walking, or going to the toilet, 24 hours a day. How can he bear the weight without muscles under his huge body?

Fan Junwei's "paid coach" was named Lu Zhe, who looked to be in his early fifties. He sat on the long stone bench in front of the building with Zhai Da, giving instructions from time to time.

When he has time, he would chat with Zhai Da: "Are you Fan Junwei's classmate? This kid doesn't know what's good for him. I trained a champion, but he thinks I'm a liar."

Zhai Da looked at Lu Zhe's skinny body with no signs of training, and thought that he didn't look like someone from the sports system, but rather someone who was hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
"What did you tell him?"

"What should I say? I said that I used to be a professional coach and I saw that he had great talent. I asked him if he was interested in going the professional route. I could train him to become a heavyweight champion."

Zhai Da laughed dryly. If I were in his place, I would also think he was a liar.
Besides, Fan Junwei didn’t like boxing, he just happened to find that place while working.

If he had taken one less intersection that day, Fan Junwei might be frying chicken fillets now.

It’s not surprising that it ended up being a paid teaching session for such a “coach”.

Zhai Da wanted to check on Fan Junwei, so he asked, "Are you from a sports school?"

Lu Zhe shook his head: "It was before, but not now."

"Fan Junwei is a latecomer, and you are not from a sports school, so how did you become a professional boxer?"

The more I listen, the less reliable it is.
"The situation is different for different sports. For fighting, in addition to sports schools, various clubs also have direct access to various competitions. Individual investors without clubs can also participate, of course, provided that you can achieve good results."

Lu Zhe smiled, his expression a little excited: "In sports, results are the most important. As long as we can win all the way, nothing will be a problem."

"If you can run the 110-meter hurdles in less than 13 seconds and the 10-meter run in less than seconds, go to the Beijing University playground and run a lap. You might come out as a Beijing University student. Foreign super heavyweight boxing champions earn tens of millions of dollars for their appearances."

Zhai Da chuckled, the old man was quite pretentious.

For an amateur outside the sports system, running the 10 meters in less than seconds is equivalent to a "folk scientist" breaking through a world-class problem purely by talent.

Are there such people? Yes! But there are only a few in all of humanity and all of time.

It is true that top foreign competitions are priced in tens of millions of US dollars, but that is the ceiling.

Just like you can’t decide to go to Hengdian to play a supporting role just because Shuangzi makes “one Shuangzi profit during the day and ten thousand Shuangzi profit at night”.

Then you may only get the second half of the reward.

Lu Zhe said: "I know your generation looks down on people who engage in sports, but you can also make a lot of money in sports."

Zhai Da shook his head. How could he look down on sports? It was simply because it was too far away and he didn’t understand it.

However, in the past two years, there seems to be some public opinion that "sports are useless", and I always feel that it is related to the Beijing Olympics.

"Have you trained a champion before? I wonder which champion? And where was the competition?"

Lu Zhe looked away and said with a guilty conscience, "Qian City Fiery Hero Boxing Championship, champion."

Zhai Da bowed and said, "Goodbye!"

You dare to call yourself a boxing champion at the municipal level? I thought he was a hermit, but isn't he a pure Qigong master?
As he said that, he stood up and gave Fan Junwei a hidden shaking of his head, meaning that this old man was no good.

Then he went to find Fan Junwei's grandmother, Wu Guizhen.

After chatting with the old man for a few minutes, he reluctantly put down the two barrels of oil.

The effect of Fan Junwei's part-time job can be said to be immediate. In the dormitory that originally had few home appliances, there is now a brand new small TV and a box of "elderly milk powder" on the windowsill.

This feeling of changing your life bit by bit through hard work seems very good and reassuring even to outsiders.

And it will get better.

When he went downstairs again, Fan Junwei's "work" had ended, and Lu Zhe was sitting on the electric bike, preparing to leave.

Seeing Zhai Da coming downstairs, he seemed to be worried that the other party would say something bad and make him, as a coach, lose his dignity, so he took the initiative to say:

"Young man, do you want to learn boxing? With your height, you can fight in the featherweight division. It's 60 yuan an hour. I'll train you two together. There's a bright future in sports!"

And I can also earn back the money paid to Fan Junwei.

To this, Zhai Da only replied: "I estimate the score to be 450."

Lu Zhe chuckled and bowed: "Goodbye!" The electric car drove away. There is no speed limit for electric cars these days, so it drove away in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the other person's departing back, Zhai Da said to Fan Junwei: "I feel this person is not very reliable."

Fan Junwei nodded and said, "I think so too, but he just needs to pay. It's almost the same work in the boxing gym."

Taking off the boxing gloves borrowed from the boxing gym, Fan Junwei said sincerely: "Besides, learning some basics will make it safer to get beaten in the boxing gym. Now I don't feel much pain anymore."

[Tough Shaver] The effect is good, but "reducing pain" is not easy to feel. Imperceptibly, Fan Junwei attributed it to the reason of "his own technical improvement".

It is said that Lu Zhe chose Fan Junwei not only because Fan Junwei is not afraid of pain, which is not a decisive factor in professional boxing, otherwise the boxing champions would all be pain-free patients. Maybe Fan Junwei is really talented.
But the uncertainty is still too great.

There was no one around, so Zhai Da and Fan Junwei sat on the stone bench in front of the building and told the nearly two-meter-tall burly man about their big plans for the summer vacation.

Teaching + explanation of the new 08 regulations + volunteer counseling, in fact, Fan Junwei did not fully understand.

But that didn't stop him from thinking that Zhai Da was awesome.

Become a teacher? Is this something we young people can do?
He had previously thought that Zhai Da's "starting a business" meant setting up a stall to sell grilled squid.
"Can I do it? You won't let me give a lecture, will you? I estimate my score is only 160."

Is he worthy?
Zhai Da patted Fan Junwei on the shoulder and said, "It's us. Don't worry. Believe in me and yourself."

There are no useless people, only people who are placed in the wrong place.

He is not crazy enough to let Fan Junwei give the lecture.
Then forget about the [inextinguishable light bulb], even the [inextinguishable Dyson sphere] is useless.

Although Fan Junwei was nervous, he fully supported and trusted Zhai Da, and said that he would come to help immediately once the project was officially launched.

Whether being a sparring partner or being practiced, it is not as important as helping Zhai Da. This is something the two of them had agreed on long ago.

Besides, Zhai Da didn't use his labor for free; he also received a corresponding salary.

No, to be precise, Fan Junwei will get more, Zhai Da is confident.

He came just to take a look, and it was not convenient to find equipment in the yard because it was too dark. Zhai Da patted Fan Junwei on the shoulder and prepared to leave.

Fan Junwei suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your estimated score of 450. I still find it miraculous. Is the Woolen Textile Middle School really going to produce a top scorer?"

Zhai Da smiled and said, "It's hard to say."
But to be honest, Xiao Mu at home is more powerful, so Lu Wei has more hope among the two.

I have to estimate the score for Xiaomu when I go back tonight.

"Why didn't you congratulate me? You almost threw me into the fan."

"That's not me. I was holding them." Fan Junwei quickly shook his head: "What...Are you coming to the class reunion?"

He quickly changed the subject. He was indeed excited at the time...

Throw it up as hard as you can!

"I have to come anyway. It would be a bit unkind not to go."

This will be the first time and the one with the most people.

It would probably be a big fuss. He remembered that this kind of gathering in his previous life was quite lively.

As usual, Fan Junwei sent Zhai Da to the roadside and thought that the other party would take a taxi and leave. Unexpectedly, Zhai Da took out an MP3 and a wristband from his pocket and put them on.

He tightened his shoelaces and seemed to be about to run back.

Fan Junwei was surprised and asked, "Isn't this several kilometers away from your home?"

Zhai Da twisted his ankle and said, "Yes, the straight-line distance is six kilometers, and the actual distance is about eight kilometers."

MP3 tuned a new BGM suitable for sports: "It's my life".

During the powerful prelude, Zhai Da put on the hood of his sweatshirt.

Soon, the emotions were infected and I felt full of strength.

He smiled and gave Fan Junwei a thumbs up:

"You're not the only one getting stronger, bro!"

Then set off in style!

On the roadside at night, under the street lights.

Fan Junwei looked at Zhai Da's running back and remained silent for a long time.

Shivered:
"Hiss, how embarrassing."

(End of this chapter)