Release the Dog Yujiro vs. the Unbeatable Golden Spear Kuroki

Luo Hao thought about it for a moment, then readily agreed: "Okay, I'll take this job."

Manager Yagi looked at him with a glimmer of admiration in his eyes: “Young man, I admire your courage.

However, being a boxing sparring partner is not something you can just enter; it has its own threshold.”

Luo Hao was a boxing novice and knew almost nothing about this business. He asked curiously, "What are the requirements for being a boxing sparring partner?"

Manager Yagi explained with a smile: "Experienced boxers are naturally the first choice, but ordinary professional boxers will not casually serve as sparring partners for others.

We need people who have a certain level of perseverance, pain tolerance, and reaction speed.”

When Luo Hao heard this, his fighting spirit immediately ignited: "Don't worry, I will definitely meet these conditions one by one."

Manager Yagi held up three fingers and said slowly: "Then, let me tell you about these three hard indicators.

The first is to run 10 kilometers in one hour; the second is to use the abdomen to withstand ten consecutive punches; the third is to catch the Go board. "

Luo Hao understood the first two points, but the third one confused him: "Catching Go? What does that mean?"

Manager Yagi saw that he was confused, so he stopped talking and turned to get two boxes of Go. He turned to President Kamogawa and said, "President, please demonstrate it to me."

Chairman Kamogawa stood up, shook his head, and said self-deprecatingly: "I am old and I don't know if I can still do this job."

Seeing this, Luo Hao became even more curious: "President, please stop keeping us in suspense and start quickly."

Chairman Yachuan took off his coat, revealing his skinny arms, and smiled at Luo Hao: "Boy, you have to watch carefully, I will only demonstrate it once."

Luo Hao nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Chairman Kamogawa opened two boxes of Go and took out three black and three white pieces from each, for a total of six pieces.

He threw the six chess pieces lightly, and they drew an arc in the air.

Then he quickly threw out three jabs, and with three "swoosh" sounds, the three black pieces fell to the ground, while the three white pieces in the air disappeared.

Luo Hao was stunned and amazed.

He had never expected that President Kamogawa, who was almost eighty years old, had such mysterious skills in playing Go.

After the performance, President Kamogawa gently put on his coat, his eyes fell on Luo Hao, and he said calmly: "Young man, this is not as difficult as it seems. As long as you master the trick, I believe you can do it.

I'll give you a week to practice at home. If you can reach this standard after a week, you will officially become a member of the Kamogawa Boxing Gym."

Luo Hao bid farewell to the president and hurried back home.

There were many chores at home. He first helped with the housework, then delivered takeout meals, and cleaned the house. He was very busy.

By the time all the store affairs and work were completed, it was already late at night and the clock pointed to half past ten.

Luo Hao washed off his tiredness, took a shower, and sat at the table, thinking carefully about how to cross the three thresholds of becoming a boxing sparring partner at Yachuan Boxing Gym.

First of all, running endurance is not a difficult task for him.

He planned to get up early tomorrow morning and run directly to school. The whole trip would be at least ten kilometers.

Then there is the ability of the abdomen to resist blows.

He planned to take advantage of the break at school and ask his classmates for help. He thought there would be many people willing to beat him up for free.

As for practicing reaction ability by playing Go, Luo Hao fell into deep thought.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. His thoughts were floating around the room. Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly felt sleepy and even snoring sounds were heard in the room.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Before going to bed, the mother would always come to her son's room to take a look. Seeing Luo Hao sleeping like a dead pig, she smiled and said, "It's good to be young. Just lie down and fall asleep."

In a blink of an eye, three days had passed. Luo Hao's running and abdominal resistance training were quite effective.

His legs were just a little sore and his abdomen was covered with bruises, but to him, this pain was just the price of growth and Luo Hao didn't take it to heart at all.

During these three days, there were always three chess pieces flying in Luo Hao's palm.

He never put it down, whether in class or eating.

He said that this was to train his hand in catching the chess pieces, and that when throwing and catching the pieces, he relied entirely on his feeling and hardly paid attention to them with his eyes.

However, this Go technique of catching and connecting gave Luo Hao a headache.

Whenever he tried to grab the second one, the first one would slip away and he could not grasp it.

Luo Hao couldn't help but frown. He calmed down and carefully recalled the way President Kamogawa played chess, trying to find the trick.

Luo Hao's memory was surprisingly good. The images in his mind were like a projector, replaying frame by frame the moment when President Kamogawa punched out to grab the chess piece.

“Yes, that’s the feeling.”

A glimmer of understanding flashed across Luo Hao’s eyes, “When President Kamogawa punches, his arms are relaxed, but for me, my muscles are tense.

Is this the key point?"

An idea suddenly occurred to him, and he immediately put it into practice.

After relaxing his arms, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his punching speed had actually increased, and his fists broke through the air, making a "whooshing" sound.

That night, Luo Hao gave up practicing catching chess pieces and focused on improving his punching speed.

He discovered that punching and cracking a whip had similar effects.

The whip was swung out, and the "snap" sound at the end was the proof that the speed broke the sound barrier.

By comparison, swinging a stick is bland.

"When you punch, it's like cracking a whip." Luo Hao muttered to himself. He relaxed the whole time and only tightened his fist when it touched the target. In this way, he could exert the maximum speed of his arm and produce amazing destructive power.

At this moment, Luo Hao remembered what President Yachuan said: "Young man, this matter is actually not as difficult as it seems. As long as you master the trick, I believe you can do it."

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Senior Kamogawa, I now understand what you said.

In three days, I will be able to go one step further."

Luo Hao struck while the iron was hot, stood in the middle of the room, and began to throw jabs continuously.

He could clearly feel that his jab was not only extremely fast, but also carried a sharp gust of wind.

"Swish, swish, swish..." The wind from his fists was whistling. Luo Hao fought more and more vigorously. His clothes were soaked with sweat. He simply took off his shirt and continued practicing with his upper body naked.

"Jab! Jab! Jab!" He muttered to himself, as if he wanted to integrate this strong wind into every punch.

Just then, with a creak, the door was gently pushed open and my mother walked in.

Luo Hao reacted very quickly. He jumped up, jumped into the bed and pretended to be asleep.

Seeing this, the mother sighed softly: "This child must be exhausted. He is sweating even when sleeping.

No, I have to stew some turtle for him tomorrow to nourish his body."

She picked up the towel and gently wiped the sweat off Luo Hao's forehead and body.

Suddenly, she found tears in the corners of Luo Hao's eyes: "This child, why is he crying even when he is asleep?

He must have been wronged at school and was afraid that I would worry, so he kept it to himself and made himself feel uncomfortable! "

The mother stroked Luo Hao's cheek with her hand, then shook her head and slowly left the room.

How could she know that Luo Hao was filled with gratitude at the moment, and it was the warmth of maternal love that moved him to tears...