I earn really hard money

Chapter 93 Can You Be Like A Man?
The next morning, He Xia slept until nine o'clock before slowly waking up. The deep sleep made her physically and mentally happy. She ordered a takeaway and was eating when she received a message on her mobile phone.

Zhou: To avoid fighting instead of fighting, is he still a man?

"Fuck!"

He Xia almost choked on his saliva, he didn't expect Zhou Gangdan to be so arrogant, is this crazy?

He: Just wait.

Zhou: I'm waiting!

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, He Xia originally planned to rest at home in the morning, but was provoked by Zhou Gangdan and slammed the door out. She had to teach the ignorant woman a lesson!

When He Xia drove to the GR club, Zhou Shiliu was playing sandbags alone in the multi-purpose room.

Bang bang bang.

The dull sound of beating sandbags echoed in the empty room.

"Hey, heroine, spare the sandbag's life!"

He Xia walked into the multi-purpose room and said with a smile.

"It was born to be beaten!"

Zhou Shiliu looked back at He Xia and said, "My friend's gallery will open tomorrow night, are you interested in going to see it?"

After finishing speaking, he punched the sandbag shaking, and walked in front of He Xia.

"So you didn't call me over to punch me, so I knew you were scared!" He Xia said with a smile.

"Tch!" Zhou Shiliu took off his boxing gloves and hung them on his waist, wiped his sweat, and said, "You have practiced wrestling, boxing, and Maga, and I'm definitely not your opponent without limits. If you follow the rules of boxing competitions, it's hard to say!"

She didn't want to admit it, and there was nothing she could do. After a short fight, Zhou Shiliu came to a conclusion that she couldn't beat He Xia unless the rules of the boxing match were strictly enforced.

"My purpose of practicing boxing is different from yours. There is no need to compete. You are good at boxing, but I am good at actual combat."

He Xia said with a smile, she didn't plan to really teach Zhou Shiliu a lesson, she is a female college student who is bigger than him anyway.

"What do you mean, do you really want to fight to the death?" Zhou Shiliu asked curiously.

He Xia nodded seriously, and said: "Sometimes my living environment is very harsh, and I need to complete some impossible tasks, which you can't even imagine."

"Come on you!"

Boom!
After the words fell, He Xia was punched in the chest. This was not a small fist. He felt pain in his pectoral muscles...

"Cough, be careful, I'm weak... Well, where is the gallery you just mentioned, what type of painting?"

He Xia asked about what Zhou Shiliu said.

"A buddy graduated from the Art Institute of Chicago and came back to open a gallery. He has his own paintings and some collections. He didn't want to be too deserted on the first day. He asked friends to hold a personal show, mainly oil paintings. As for the genre, he can have a ghost. The genre, purely blind painting..."

Zhou Shiliu gave a brief introduction, and he probably has a good relationship with the person who opened the gallery, so he didn't forget to drop a word.

He Xia immediately thought of what happened in Vancouver after listening to it. Ruan Van's paintings seemed to be vivid in his mind. The gunshots echoed in his ears, and his figure collapsed in front of his eyes...

Immediately, he felt a sense of space-time confusion.

"Hello." Zhou Shiliu found that He Xia was in a daze, and shook his hand: "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes." He Xia regained consciousness and said, "Tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, I don't like this kind of activity, but it's a pity that I have to go. What do you say, do you want to go?"

He Xia thought for a while, nodded and said, "There is nothing left and right, you can go and have a look."

"OK, let's go together tomorrow. We need invitations to enter the venue. It's like that. Without invitations, you won't be allowed in. You gave me a stack of invitations yesterday, and asked me to send them out when I saw friends, but I forgot them at home. It's..."

Zhou Shiliu was amused when she thought of the way her friend gave the invitation.

"Is it the same for some singers who give away tickets to concerts?"

He Xia asked with a smile.

Zhou Shiliu nodded sharply, and said: "Yes, yes, it is true when you say it."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, Zhou Shiliu walked to the front of the machine for testing punching strength, started the machine with ease, took a stance, and punched the sandbag with a bang.

"The ankle still can't give it strength."

Seeing the result of [-]kg, Zhou Shiliu was extremely dissatisfied, and looked back at He Xia: "Don't hide it, let it go like a man!"

"Listen to what this is saying, it's easy to make people think wrong!"

He Xia moved his arms and walked to the front of the machine.

Zhou Shiliu nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, you are stronger than me, so I can't just joke with you. I will be the one who will suffer..."

"Ha, Brother Xia, when did you come? Miss Zhou, good morning."

He Xia was chatting with Zhou Shiliu when Wang Zhitao walked over with a young and strong man.

"Not long ago, what are you guys?"

Wang Zhitao smiled and pointed to the strong man beside him: "Xiao Liu, come here to apply for a coach and test his strength."

He Xia nodded and said with a smile: "He's quite strong, a strong general, haha, amazing!"

"Who dares to call you a fierce general in front of the two of you?"

Wang Zhitao waved his hands again and again, he was the defeat of the two, the new Coach Liu was even worse than him, let alone He Xia and Zhou Shiliu.

However, Coach Liu himself didn't think so. After hearing Wang Zhitao's words, he was secretly amused, thinking that Wang Zhitao was flattering...

He Xia smiled and said, "Wait a minute, Miss Zhou asked me to test my strength, let me punch first."

Snapped.

Wang Zhitao clapped his hands and said, "Enough, Xiao Liu, you are going to be hit, Brother Xia, why don't you let Xiao Liu come first."

He Xia spread her hands and said, "I don't care."

Coach Liu was very speechless. He had never been insulted so much after graduating from a professional school. He felt that everyone was looking down on him.

"Brother Tao, let Brother Xia come first, I am a strong bearer, and I am not afraid of blows."

While saying this, Coach Liu held his breath in his chest. Not only was he unaffected, but he was so angry that his whole body was surging with strength.

"Then I'll come first." He Xia didn't bother to refuse. After a period of training, he hasn't tested yet, and he really wants to know his current level.

The three backed away, leaving some space for He Xia.

He Xia took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and recalled for a moment the essentials of exerting force taught by Wang Zhitao. The soles of his feet were pushed hard, and the force moved his shoulders from bottom to top.

boom!
The number on the dynamometer screen climbed all the way, and finally fixed at 165.7 kg!

"broken?"

Zhou Shiliu was the first to question, she couldn't believe this result.

He Xia said before that 130 kilograms is abnormal enough, but it is nothing compared to 160. After the fist strength reaches [-], it is very difficult to increase every kilogram!
But she remembered that He Xia had received a solid punch the day before yesterday, and the force was indeed around one hundred and fifty!

"It shouldn't be bad..."

Wang Zhitao shook his head slowly, this result was beyond expectations.

"Brother Xia was 20.00 years ago. After practice, the increase of 30.00% to [-]% is within the normal range. That's... this strength. I feel that the power of your right arm, Brother Xia, is the best in the capital!"

"Nonsense!" He Xia touched his fist and arm, and said, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Beijing, what am I doing!"

(End of this chapter)