When Zhao Xian talked about this matter, his tone was relaxed and natural, as if it was just a trivial matter.
But Qiao Xuejun was surprised when she heard it: "Underground black boxing?"
Boxing? Illegal boxing? She knew nothing about this. But she could vaguely glimpse the danger from these few words.
Zhao Xian looked at her: "Never heard of it?"
She had vaguely seen some reports, but Qiao Xuejun had never paid attention to them. That was a world she didn't need to understand. She was concerned about whether the new longan and lychee hybrid products had passed the approval this year, and whether the potato rice that could be used as a staple food had been launched.
Qiao Xuejun shook her head blankly.
Normal boxing matches were too far away for her, let alone underground black boxing, which was something that ordinary people could not get involved in.
Zhao Xian: "A group of people who are tired of living are looking for excitement. They recruit people who are short of money to fight. The boxers in the ring are risking their lives, and the audiences below the ring are betting. They are all gamblers."
Normal boxing has certain protective measures, at least boxing gloves must be worn, but underground black boxing does not require this. It is completely naked fighting, with no protection and no rules.
What you see is real fistfights. There is blood all over the floor after every match. Many people were crippled in the boxing ring.
Zhao Xian did not elaborate on the details, but just looked at Qiao Xuejun who seemed to be listening carefully, and once again realized that she was indeed a completely different person.
Qiao Xuejun heard that Zhao Xian had put on his clothes, but he did not ask her to open her eyes, so Qiao Xuejun still stood there with her eyes closed.
"Will you be scared?"
Suddenly, she heard Zhao Xian ask this question, his voice was a little soft, and she could not hear the suppressed emotion behind this sentence.
Qiao Xuejun was a little confused: "...What are you afraid of? Underground black boxing?"
Zhao Xian didn't respond, seemingly agreeing.
Qiao Xuejun continued to answer on her own: "It sounds like it's against the rules and laws, and it's a bit scary, but as long as you don't hit me, there's no need to be too scared, right?"
Qiao Xuejun heard Zhao Xian hum, "How could I possibly hit you?"
Qiao Xuejun agreed: "That's right, I'm far away, so it can't hit me."
Far away?
Zhao Xian laughed and pinched the root of his nose: "It's okay, no need to close your eyes. Where's the booklet? Didn't you say you brought the registration book?"
Qiao Xuejun opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Xian carefully. After seeing that he was dressed properly, she opened her eyes completely, turned around, picked up the three registration books on the desk, handed them to Zhao Xian, and began to report: "There are 92 people on this ship in total. Except for Fu Wu who accompanied you to count the warehouse, the other 91 people have been registered. Many of these people have survival skills, and bringing them back to the base can just fill some industry gaps."
Qiao Xuejun opened the booklet and said to Zhao Xian, "The occupations here are all clearly written. Those who can drive excavators can pay attention to this one. And this one, for those who do renovation, should be able to do some engineering work with Zhao Yun."
"And Fu Wu, he also needs to make up a registration tomorrow."
Zhao Xian listened to her carefully and nodded: "Okay, I got it."
He flipped two more pages and looked at Qiao Xuejun: "You must be tired these days, go to bed early, you can sleep in this room."
This is the captain's room, without a doubt the most comfortable room on the entire ship.
Qiao Xuejun knew this, so she immediately refused: "I'll just go to the next room."
Zhao Xian gave her a room to sleep in, but she felt embarrassed to do that. It was Zhao Xian who was fighting, so he should have a better rest.
Zhao Xian raised his eyes to look at her: "You stay here, I'll go next door."
I guess Zhao Xian took care of her like this because he regarded her as an expert. Qiao Xuejun thought about it and suggested: "Why don't we ask Professor An to come?"
It’s good that Zhao Xian takes care of experts and talents, but based on seniority on this ship, it seems that Professor An should be more respected and cared for.
Qiao Xuejun felt that her proposal was very thoughtful.
What does this have to do with the old professor?
Zhao Xian looked up at her: "He has other plans. You don't have to worry about it."
After Zhao Xian finished speaking, he took the registration book, walked to the bed, bent down, picked up his military boots and was about to walk out of the room. There was nothing else to pack.
Seeing that he was about to leave the room so quickly, Qiao Xuejun hurriedly followed him: "Lord, I..."
Zhao Xian reached out and held her head, preventing her from following him: "Follow your instructions."
“……”Qiao Xuejun had no choice but to accept it.
Anyway, it’s only two days away, just two nights, so it doesn’t really matter, there’s no need to push it back.
Seeing that Qiao Xuejun stopped arguing and obeyed him obediently, Zhao Xian withdrew his hand.
But he didn't leave the room immediately. He stood there, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I plan to wash off the tattoo."
Qiao Xuejun raised her eyes to look at him: "Hmm?"
Zhao Xian said: "I was planning to wash off the tiger tattoo before, but later I didn't have the time or the opportunity."
When the end of the world comes, even washing your face becomes a problem when there is a water shortage, let alone removing tattoos.
Qiao Xuejun looked at him, surprised: "Wash it off?"
She had never seen underground black boxing, but tattoos were more or less common in daily life, and she also had some knowledge about them, so she frowned and said, "But it will be very painful to remove a tattoo. Do I have to do it?"
Zhao Xian: "It's uncouth and not very decent."
Qiao Xuejun: "No, I think your tiger head is cool and handsome. And it's just on your shoulder. No one can see it when you wear clothes. Why bother to wash it? It's a waste of suffering."
Tattoo removal is not a matter of simply applying some kind of medicine. The principle is to use a machine to burn off the area of skin where the pigment is attached little by little, and then wait for new skin to grow out. This is called tattoo removal.
Moreover, large-area tattoos cannot be washed off in one go and need to be washed several times.
Tattoo removal itself is a painful process.
Besides, Zhao Xian got that tattoo for work. It was the result of his hard work and proof of his hard work, not some black history. Qiao Xuejun felt that there was no need to remove it.
Hearing Qiao Xuejun's comments, Zhao Xian raised his lips and nodded: "Okay. You have a good rest, I'll go next door, call me anytime if you need anything, I can hear you."
Qiao Xuejun nodded and patted his pocket again: "I have a gun too."
She can solve most problems by herself.
Zhao Xian nodded again, looking very happy, and agreed, "Okay. Teacher Qiao's marksmanship is amazing."
After seeing Zhao Xian off, Qiao Xuejun closed and locked the door, then went back to wash up and lie down on the bed.
The lights were turned off and the room became dark. The light from the sea surface shone through the cracks in the window, swaying on the ceiling.
Qiao Xuejun was so tired that she quickly closed her eyes.
In the darkness, the system suddenly appeared: "Host, I think there is something wrong with the villain."
Qiao Xuejun was already too sleepy to bear it: "No, it's just an illusion."
System: "Why doesn't he give the room to Professor An? Host, the villain is trying to please you."
Qiao Xuejun didn't listen at all: "Don't call him a villain anymore, go to sleep."
Zhao Xian is trying to please her? What a joke. This system is really unreliable.
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