Chapter 115: High School Students at 30 Yuan an Hour
At the door of the sanitation workers' dormitory, Fan Junwei was paid to do his 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, who 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 it didn't look like he had lost a lot of weight.
The originally fat body is changing towards being "fat and strong", 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 two-meter-tall man 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 to 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" is named Lu Zhe, who looks to be in his early fifties. He sits 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? This kid doesn't know what's good for him. I trained a champion, but he actually thinks I'm a liar."
Zhai Da looked at Lu Zhe's skinny figure, which showed no signs of training, and thought to himself that he didn't look like someone from the sports system, but rather someone who had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
"What did you tell him?"
"What should I say? I'll say I used to be a professional trainer and I see he has great talent. I'll ask him if he's interested in going professional and I can 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 doesn’t like boxing, he just happened to find it there while working.
If he had missed one intersection that day, Fan Junwei might be frying chicken strips now.
It is not surprising that it ended up being a paid teaching session for a "coach".
Zhai Da wanted to check on Fan Junwei and asked, "Are you from a sports school?"
Lu Zhe shook his head: "It was before, but not now."
"Fan Junwei, you're a latecomer, and you didn't even go to a sports school, so how did you get into professional boxing?"
The more I listen, the less reliable it becomes.
"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 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 else will be a problem."
"If you can run the 110-meter hurdles in under 13 seconds and the 100-meter dash in under 10 seconds, go run a lap around the Peking University playground, and you might come out a Peking University student. Foreign super heavyweight boxing champions earn tens of millions of dollars in appearance fees."
Zhai Da chuckled, the old man was quite pretentious.
For an amateur outside the sports system, running the 100 meters in under 10 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 throughout all of time.
It is true that top foreign competitions are worth tens of millions of US dollars.
But that’s the ceiling.
Just like you can’t decide to go to Hengdian to play a supporting role just because Shuangzi makes a little money during the day and ten thousand at night.
Then you may only get the second half of the reward.
Lu Zhe said, "I know your generation looks down on people involved 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 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 boxing champion? And where did the competition take place?"
Lu Zhe glanced away and said with a guilty conscience, "Qian City Fiery Hero Boxing Championship, champion."
Zhai Da bowed and said, "Goodbye!"
The city level has the nerve to call him a boxing champion? 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 feels good and reassuring even to outsiders.
And it will get even better.
When he went downstairs again, Fan Junwei's "work" had ended, and Lu Zhe was sitting on his electric scooter, 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:
"Hey young man, do you want to learn boxing? With your height, you can fight in the featherweight division. 60 dollars an hour, I'll train you two together. There's a bright future in sports!"
And I can also earn back the money I paid to Fan Junwei.
To this, Zhai Da simply replied: "I estimate the score to be 450."
Lu Zhe chuckled and bowed: "Goodbye!"
The electric bike sped away. These days there is no speed limit for electric bikes, so it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the other person's departing back, Zhai Da said to Fan Junwei: "I feel that this person is not very reliable."
Fan Junwei nodded and said, "I think so too, but as long as he pays, it's fine. It's pretty much the same work at the boxing gym."
Taking off the boxing gloves borrowed from the gym, Fan Junwei said sincerely, "Besides, learning some basics will make it safer to get beaten in the gym. Now I don't feel much pain anymore."
[Tough Man Razor] The effect is good, but the "reduced pain sensation" is not easy to feel. Fan Junwei subtly attributes it to the reason of "his own technical improvement".
It's certainly not just because Lu Zhe chose Fan Junwei that he's not afraid of pain. This isn't a decisive factor in professional boxing, otherwise all boxing champions would be pain-free. Perhaps Fan Junwei truly has talent, though.
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 regulations in 2008 + volunteer counseling, in fact, Fan Junwei did not fully understand.
But that didn't stop him from thinking that Zhai Da was awesome.
Is this something we young people can do?
He had previously thought that what Zhai Da meant by "starting a business" was setting up a stall to sell grilled squid.
"Can I do it? You won't let me teach the class, will you? I estimate my score is only 160."
Does he deserve it?
Zhai Da patted Fan Junwei on the shoulder and said, "It's us. Don't worry. Believe in me and believe in yourself."
There are no useless people, only people who are placed in the wrong place.
He's not crazy enough to let Fan Junwei give a lecture.
Then forget about the [indestructible light bulb], even the [indestructible 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 he was practicing with Zhai Da or being practiced by him, it was not as important as helping Zhai Da. This was something they had agreed on long ago.
Besides, Zhai Da’s labor is not for free; he also receives a corresponding salary.
No, to be precise, Fan Junwei will get more, Zhai Da is confident.
He just came 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's shoulder and prepared to leave.
Fan Junwei suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your estimated score of 450 yet. I still find it incredible. Is Woolen Textile Middle School really going to produce a top student?"
Zhai Da smiled and said, "It's hard to say."
But to be honest, the little Mu Tou at home is more powerful, and Lu Wei has more hope among the two.
I have to estimate the score for Xiao Mu when I get home 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: "So...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 was estimated that there would be a big commotion. He remembered that this kind of gathering in his previous life was quite lively.
As usual, Fan Junwei sent Zhai Da to the roadside. He thought that the other party would take a taxi and leave, but he didn't expect that Zhai Da took out an MP3 and a wristband from his pocket and put them on.
He tightened his shoelaces and seemed to be running back.
Fan Junwei asked in surprise: "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."
The MP3 player tuned a new background music 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.
Smiling, he gave Fan Junwei a thumbs up:
"You're not the only one getting stronger, brother!"
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, so embarrassing."
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