Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 845 - 609 Morning Exercise and the Girl

His reason for not taking disciples is that teaching boxing is too troublesome.

Teaching boxing techniques and styles isn't enough; that would only produce a boxer who is physically strong with decent skills.

However, a good boxer needs more than just skills and physicality; mentality and willpower are also very important.

And these are precisely what can't be taught to others.

Just like Mario, who gets depressed after losing a match and arrogant after winning one.

No matter how many times he's been advised, he never remembers.

Link doesn't want his investment to be in vain, so he teaches no one. However, Zhang Wenlong often follows him during his training sessions, watching him train and always eager to be the punching bag when Link looks for a sparring partner.

Link doesn't interfere with this; he continues training in his own way, and whatever Zhang Wenlong can learn is his own skill.

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Lingling~

The dormitory, just past five in the morning, the alarm clock by the bedside rings, and Link reaches out to turn it off, gets dressed, and rolls out of bed.

This is his dormitory at Kyoto Sports University, accommodating four people, with bunk beds and desks underneath. Because everyone is a sports student with high activity levels, even after showering and washing their feet, the air is still filled with the smell of sweat and stinky feet.

At night, there are also people snoring, one after another.

Moreover, the beds in the dormitory have hard boards and are less than a meter wide, making even turning over in bed constricting.

Each time Link returns to the dorm to sleep, he greatly misses the life he once had in Half Mountain Villa; not just the high beds and soft pillows, the comfortable temperature, the pleasant scent, but also the ample and soft Ivanka.

Unfortunately, all of that is irretrievable.

Link splashes his face with a handful of water and looks up at the mirror on the wall.

The person in the mirror sports neat black short hair, freshly trimmed, with eyebrows like swords, starry eyes, well-defined facial contours, a straight nose that extends to the forehead, and deep, pure black eyes carrying a touch of melancholy.

His facial features have undergone some noticeable changes compared to a few days ago.

He has lost some of his youthful inexperience, and gained a mature and steady air; his former dull self-confidence has turned into a confident boldness; he has shed some of his rusticity, and earned a bit more masculine handsomeness.

This face is 70% similar to his previous one, only lacking the blue irises and having paler skin. If he tanned to a bronze tone, in a few years, he would look even more similar.

"Ugh~ Link, why have you been getting up so early lately? Getting up before six every day, you don't get tired."

Jiang Weixing, whose berth is near the sink, asks.

"Early exercise. Want to join?"

"No, that's too early. I'd doze off in class."

Jiang Weixing yawns as he speaks.

"Link, you train so long every day, are your injuries healed?"

Chang Yijun, who is by the door, asks while leaning over the rail.

"Almost, it doesn't affect the training."

"You'd better be careful and watch out for recurring injuries."

"Okay, I got it."

As for injuries, Link isn't too worried. In this rebirth, he not only carries his memories but also his original 'superpower'.

After a few days of training, he finds his strength and speed increasing rapidly. The shot put that weighed 7.26 kilograms he could previously throw only 16.4 meters, can now easily throw beyond 17 meters. With a few more months or a year of training, he believes he could throw 18 meters, or even further.

The 100-meter sprint at 11.32 seconds is much faster than before, and running 10 kilometers on the track takes only about 40 minutes.

If he focuses on training for a period of time, he could get even faster.

What pleases him most is that his body's recovery speed has increased. No matter how tired he is from training every day, a good night's sleep leaves him fully energized without feeling a trace of fatigue. The hand he scraped yesterday while lifting weights is already healing nicely today.

Continuing the training, not only will his strength increase, his speed improve, and his recovery speed accelerate, but also his stamina and endurance will be significantly enhanced.

In his previous life, he consistently trained for over sixty years, breaking the 8-second barrier in the 100-meter sprint, his right hand punch exceeding 2500 pounds, and with such stamina, he could do push-ups for twenty-four hours straight without getting tired.

Later, after emigrating to Mars, he still continued to train in the base and found the effects were even better than on Earth.

With his physical condition at the time, he could have lived for a few hundred years without venturing into outer space for adventures.

It's just that after living into his eighties and nineties, as familiar faces passed away one after another and even his children began to age, his mindset was severely affected. That's why he voluntarily chose to emigrate to Mars, embarking on unfamiliar planetary adventures, no longer caring about the people and things on Earth.

After living to that age and experiencing so much, only adventures on alien planets could stir a ripple in his tranquil heart.

But the environment on alien planets was still much too dangerous. He'd have to be more careful next time.

"Link, why do I find you getting handsomer? Is it an illusion?"

Chang Yijun laying on the rail asks, staring at him.

"It's not an illusion. You have good eyesight."

"No way! It seems true. Link, how did you do it? How did you get handsomer? Can you teach me?"

Jiang Weixing, with his shot put face, also looks at him in surprise, blinking his small eyes.

"Exercise makes one handsome. You guys could give it a try too."

Link says with a light smile, puts on his sneakers, drinks a glass of warm water, and jogs out of the dormitory.

"Old Chang, why are you up too? You're not really buying into what Link said about exercise making you handsome, are you?"

Jiang Weixing sees Chang Yijun getting out of bed.

"Whether it's true or not, in a dormitory where Link starts exercising before dawn every day, do you have the nerve to lie in bed and sleep in? Anyway, I can't sleep."

Chang Yijun shakes his head and also picks up a towel and wash cup to freshen up.

Jiang Weixing, troubled, scratches his face and sighs heavily. He also rolls out of bed; being so robust, the bed creaks under his weight.

"Eh, didn't Old Bao come back last night?"

"He has a girlfriend. It's normal for him not to come back to sleep."

"Damn! I need to get a girlfriend too."

Jiang Weixing shouts.

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Finding a girlfriend is not only Jiang Weixing's wish but also Link's recent plan. He's not looking for a girlfriend out of lust, but rather due to physiological needs.

High-intensity training every day leads to vigorous secretion of hormones, and he needs to take a cold shower every morning to calm down.

If he doesn't find a girlfriend, being single for too long isn't good for his health or conducive to training.

Moreover, he used to often sleep with Ivanka and Taylor. Decades of habit, now suddenly sleeping alone, doesn't feel quite right.

His plan is to rent an apartment outside after the boxing championship, find one or two girlfriends with good figures, hire a nanny who can cook, and then focus on training, competing, making money, investing, earn a lot of money, and find an opportunity to immigrate to outer space in a few decades.

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In the morning, before the sun had risen, a thin mist enveloped the green belt outside the southern gate of Sports University.

Link strapped on sandbags and ran from the west gate along Information Road south to Qing River, and then along Qing River westward to the Party School, which was about six kilometers, then turned back and ran a lap around the Yuanmingyuan Ruins Park, about 15 kilometers, and by about 7 o'clock, he reached the cafeteria of Shuimu University for breakfast.

He burns a lot of calories every day due to exercise and the need to grow and maintain muscle, so he recently needs to consume two pounds of beef and one pound of fruit each day.

Compared to the cafeteria at Sports University, the food at Shuimu University's cafeteria is not only cheaper and more varied, but also tastes better.

He has also tried the cafeteria at Beijing University, and it feels somewhat worse.

Zhao Liwei says that the catering at the National Team training base is the best, with all-natural ingredients, free of any additives, and also features nutritionists who specifically serve the athletes.

It's just that he's not in the National Team yet and can't freeload meals there temporarily.

Having eaten a steak, two baskets of buns, a large bowl of seafood soup, Link left Shuimu University munching on an apple, walking down the road to digest his food.

Walking to the tree-lined path outside the southern gate of Sports University, many early-rising students were jogging on the sidewalk. Link was suddenly attracted by a pair of long legs coming towards him. The person was wearing white sports pants and shoes, with legs over 110 centimeters long.

This length seemed familiar to him.

Looking up further, it was a peach-shaped face flushed with redness, fair skin, shallow dimples, bright and kind eyes, wearing headphones while running, immersed in her own little world, completely indifferent to the stares of the boys around. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Hey, good morning!"

When he was three meters away from her, Link greeted her.

His voice was loud, and he just happened to stand on her path, so the girl stopped and took off her headphones to look at him puzzlingly.

"I'm Link. Last time I had a nosebleed, thank you for your tissue."

Link pointed to his nose as he spoke.

The girl looked at his face and blinked, asking, "When was it?"

"Last Saturday, at the No. 3 track and field stadium, you were training for hurdles, and I got a nosebleed from a punch."

Link explained.

"Oh? I remember now, I recall you had long hair."

The girl pointed at his hair with a smile.

"You have a good memory. I cut my hair as a vow of determination."

"Is your nose okay now?"

"It's fine. I forgot to introduce myself; I'm Link, a student of the Class of 2002 at the School of Physical Education. Currently, I'm training with the boxing team at the Athletic Center. Are you a member of the track and field team?"

Link asked.

"No, I'm from Beijing University of Science and Technology. I've been practicing hurdles at Sports University, preparing for the Olympics hurdles selection. Oh, I'm Zhang Zilin."

The girl introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Zhang!"

Link reached out and shook her hand, hearing English recitation coming from her headphones, and asked, "Are you practicing English?"

"Yes, I'm preparing for the CET-6 exam. Have you passed your CET-6?"

Zhang Zilin asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Link smiled lightly and then told her in standard spoken English that he hadn't passed yet as he was recently preparing for a boxing match and would take the exam in the second half of the year.

"Wow, your spoken English is very good; your English must be excellent."

Zhang Zilin said, surprised.

"Actually, I'm better at French."

Link complimented her figure and smile as beautiful as the first light of dawn in French.

"You also speak French? Are you really a sports student?"

Zhang Zilin didn't understand French, but she had heard others say, and she felt Link's French pronunciation was very standard, not just random words.

This was a surprise to her. The first time she saw Link, he looked dusty, dirty, and just standing up exuded a strange charm that made one take a second glance.

Later at the gym, when she saw him boxing on the platform, she realized he was a sports student.

In her impression, sports students were generally well-built with simple minds, straightforward in speech and behavior, a bit rough around the edges.

Seeing him again after a few days, she found he seemed like a different person.

From a very rustic and sloppy boy to a handsome man, simply but tastefully dressed, with an elegant conversation and a gentle demeanor, carrying a mature and elegant charm, he appeared very attractive.

And he could speak fluent American English and also French.

This completely overturned the established image of Link in her mind.

It made her curious, what kind of person exactly is this guy, and how could he change so much in just a few days?

"I used to do shot put and now boxing. I am indeed a sports student, but boxing is more popular abroad. My goal is to compete internationally. That's why I started learning a few foreign languages in advance, to facilitate communication with foreign peers."

Link explained.

"Then you're very impressive."

Zhang Zilin complimented.

After glancing at his electronic watch and noting that it was time for breakfast, Link asked her if she would like to join him and said he could introduce her to some of Sports University's delicious offerings.

Zhang Zilin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The two chatted as they walked from the south gate into Sports University.

Seeing the long-legged beauty following Link, several guys jogging nearby let out a sigh, wishing they had known beauty was so easily asked out, they would have made a move earlier.