The Whip of the God of Basketball

　　 "Hit-him! Hit-him (hit him, hit him)... Come-on, come-on (up, up)... Get-down, get-down (get down, get down)..."

　　 Fan Chen felt that the eardrum was full of noises, and his head was groggy. To make matters worse, the nose and cheeks began to have bursts of pain.

Immediately afterwards, the physical sensations came. They seemed to have just connected to the brain. The arms were a little sour, the legs were very strong but very tired, the whole body was a bit difficult to grasp the balance, and the chest was agitated hard, squeezing out and inhaling muddy air.

　　 "1,2,3,......Are-you-ok? (How about you?)......4,5......"

Fan Chen worked hard to open his eyes. Vision is the most important thing, but he felt that his eyelids were heavy, especially his right eye seemed to be swollen and could not be opened, and his left eye was vaguely visible. The bald head in the black trousers of the shirt counted in front of him.

　　 There seems to be a circle of ropes all around, the light is very dim, but many people can still be seen in a shadowy way, that is, they are making various noises.

　　 "6, 7..." After the count reached 7, Fan Chen tried hard to support the ground with his arms. At this time, he found something wrapped in his hand that made his five fingers unable to open.

　　 is a boxing glove.

"Damn, didn't I drank alcohol and lay in bed and slept...Where is this? I..." Fan Chen's mind was dizzy, and the memories of the past appeared in his mind. After a potluck dinner, he Going back to the singles dormitory, lie down and sleep, but wake up like this.

　　 And to make matters worse, Fan Chen quickly realized that this body was not his own, because there was a surging memory in his brain, which quickly destroyed the memory in his own consciousness.

"8..." When the bald head counted to 8, Fan Chen still relied on the help of his arm and stood up from the ground. At this time, the bald head stepped forward and hugged him, and said in his ear: "Why-not-give- Up (Why don't you give up)?" After speaking, he looked at Fan Chen with a bald head, but his body showed no expression at all.

　　 "Ding!" At this time, there was a crisp bell ringing, and seeing Fan Chen's bald head didn't respond, he pushed him away.

　　 Fan Chen sat down on the corner. There was a small stool here. Obviously it was a boxing ring. Fan Chen was trying to clear his consciousness, but the memories kept flooding into his consciousness.

　　Fan Chen soon understood that this is not a dream. The pain on his face and nose is so real, and the eyes that can be opened gradually become clearer.

　　 The key is the memory in consciousness, which conveys the story of this body and why he is here.

But the memory is too turbulent, and his head is dizzy, he can't figure it out for a while, but at least he knows that this is a boxing match. It must not be in Shanghai, but somewhere abroad. People can tell by speaking, this is an English speaking country.

　　 Fan Chen looked back and saw that there was no coach behind him. Obviously, this was not a high-level boxing event, not even a coach.

　　 He raised his head and looked around, his eyes adjusted to the dim light. It seemed that this was a bar with a low ceiling, some colorful lights hanging from it, and not many people around the ring.

He moved and looked at his naked upper body and his lower body wearing only a pair of white shorts. This is a strong body with strong arms and waist, strong thighs, and broad shoulders, but it looks There is not too strong explosive power, the muscle lines are not clear, and it is covered with a layer of fat.

　　 "Puff!" Fan Chen felt a nausea in his mouth, and spit out a white braces, covered with saliva and red blood, and the blood splashed on his white shorts.

　　 It can be seen that this boxer was not lightly beaten when Fan Chen's consciousness entered his head, and his right eye has not been fully opened yet.

　　 "ding!" The bell rang again.

　　 A girl in a short skirt stepped off the ring holding a sign with the number "5" written on it.

　　 This is the last round. Fan Chen, who hasn't fully recovered his mind, stood up from the corner and returned to the center of the court. He didn't even wear braces. He wanted to finish the boxing match.

　　 A white boxer stood up across from him. He was tall and had chestnut hair. Compared with Fan Chen, he seemed to have no injuries on his face, and his appearance was relatively relaxed, but his facial expression was impatient.

　　 "Why didn't you fall down just now? Damn it, it's enough!" When the two were approaching, the white boxer raised his fist to block his head and said to Fan Chen.

After 　　 finished speaking, his fist hit Fan Chen.

　　 Judging from the wounds on their faces, Fan Chen’s body is obviously not as good as the white boxer in boxing. It seems that it is not easy to be able to hold on for 5 rounds.

　　 The audience off the field also seemed to be a little impatient, watching the white boxer's fist hit Fan Chen, they seemed to be waiting for Fan Chen to fall to the ground.

　　 However, the fist brushed lightly from the top of Fan Chen's head, pressed against his hair-brown-black curly hair, and hit a blank.

At this time, Fan Chen didn't know what his body looked like, but in the eyes of the audience, he saw the white shorts who had been beaten in a awkward manner in the first four rounds. Suddenly he squatted and dodged that note. Punch hard.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the audience saw the white shorts squatting violently, and with a violent jab from the left hand, hitting the white boxer's chin from bottom to top.

　　 This is a fatal punch. The most vulnerable part of a boxer is the chin. No matter whether the eyebrows are opened or the cheekbones are bruised, it is not the same as a heavy blow to the jaw, which can make people faint directly.

　　 This tall white boxer is no exception. He also didn't expect that his opponent, who had been suppressed for four rounds and had already faltered, would come like this. This was completely unplanned.

　　 At this time, he also has no ability to think, so he can only lie on the boxing ring with his eyes turned white, there is no cheering or cursing around, everything is too sudden.

　　 The bald referee was the first person to react. He first walked to the white boxer and patted him on the cheek, rolled his pupils, and called two people to come up and lift the guy down.

　　 Then walked to Fan Chen's side, grabbed Fan Chen's right hand and held it high, shouting: "Tonight's winner is Fox~~~ Leon!!!"

　　 Fox-Leon, is the original name of this body.

After 　　 shouted, the bald referee mumbled in Fan Chen's ear: "You are dead, Leon."

　　……………………

　　 Five minutes later, in the bathroom of the bar, Fan Chen finally saw the person named "Fox-Leon" through the mirror.

　　 Black curly hair, thick eyebrows, sunken eye sockets, a pair of black eyes-although the right eye is swollen like a walnut. The bridge of the nose, which is neither high nor low, was beaten a little crooked; Xin's long and full cheeks, the old high with swollen cheekbones on the left, some scum on the chin, and two thin lips.

"So I grew up like this..." Fan Chen looked at the mirror and shook his head and muttered to himself, although in just one minute on the ring, Fan Chen had already received this "Fox-Leon" "A lot of memories, but only the appearance, you still have to see with your own eyes.

"Brown-black curly hair, the hair length is 8.9 cm to 11.7 cm, the average length is 10.6 cm; the left eyebrow is 5.1 cm long, the right eyebrow is about 5.2, the width...a bit difficult to visualize, about 1.2. The eyes are black, pure black, the bridge of the nose... …The horizontal angle is about 29 degrees, which is not too high. It is indeed a person of Asian descent. But the face is obviously more American, Puerto Rican’s light brown skin, and the lips are like most whites with a maximum lip thickness of 1.5 cm. . UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 If someone is standing next to Fan Chen, they will think that a person with a bad brain is measuring his face with a ruler, but in fact, Fan Chen is just observing this new face with his own eyes.

　　 Fan Chen, male, 26 years old, original occupation: investment bank actuary, specialty: memorable, excellent eyesight.

Before his consciousness traversed this "Fox-Leon" for unknown reasons, as an excellent financial practitioner, Fan Chen had an unknown special ability. Not only did his memory and calculation ability exceed ordinary people, but also His eyes have a strong ability to observe and calculate.

His eyes can not only distinguish the difference between ordinary things, but also visually measure the length, width and height of the object, even if it is a colorless and intangible substance like "water", he can distinguish the difference between different waters, so people give the nickname "Ghost" Eye actuarial".

Thinking of the things about his body before, Fan Chen suddenly felt a splitting headache. In addition to his previous name, occupation and special abilities, as well as the booze the night before, he could not even remember the memory of that life. Up.

This not only made Fan Chen painful, but also gave Fan Chen a faint joy. It turned out that for him, the function of forgetting finally has the function of forgetting. It is painful for a person who will not forget. Now he forgets everything in this way. Maybe it is also a good choice.

　　 However, the memory in Fox-Leon's body was completely received by Fan Chen. He knew that his trouble was coming soon.

　　 "哐!" With a loud noise, the bathroom door was kicked open.

　　 The trouble has come.