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 eardrums were filled with noise, and his head was dizzy. What's worse, his nose and cheeks began to feel pain.

Immediately afterwards, the physical sensations also came. They seemed to have just connected the nerves with the brain. The arms were a little sore, the legs were strong but tired, the whole body was difficult to control the balance, the chest was struggling, and the turbidity was squeezed out and inhaled. air.

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

Fan Chen tried his best 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 he couldn't open it. His left eye was blurry, and he could see a man in gray The bald man in the top and black trousers counted in front of him.

There seems to be a circle of rope around it, the lights are very dim, but there are still many people who can be seen indistinctly, because they make all kinds of noises.

"6, 7..." After counting to 7, Fan Chen tried his best to support the ground with his arms. At this moment, he found that there was something wrapped around his hand, which prevented his five fingers from opening.

It's a boxing glove.

"Damn, didn't I drink alcohol and lie on the bed... Where is this? I..." Fan Chen's head was dizzy for a while, and memories from the past flooded in his mind. Going back to the single dormitory and going to sleep, only to wake up like this.

And what's worse, Fan Chen soon realized that this body was not his own, because a mass of memories surged in his mind, which quickly washed away the memories in his own consciousness.

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

"Ding!" At this time, there was a crisp bell, and the bald head saw that Fan Chen didn't respond, so he pushed him away.

Fan Chen sat down on the corner, there is a small stool, obviously this is a boxing ring, Fan Chen is trying to clear his consciousness, but the memory keeps pouring into his consciousness.

Soon Fan Chen understood that this was not a dream, the pain on his face and nose was so real, and the vision of his eyes that gradually opened became clearer and clearer.

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

But the memory was too turbulent, and his head was dizzy, so he couldn't figure it out for a while, but at least he knew that this was a boxing match, and the place was definitely not in Shanghai, but somewhere abroad. People can tell by speaking, this is an English-speaking country.

Fan Chen looked back, 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 again, his eyes adapted to the dim light, it seemed that this was a bar with a low ceiling, with some colorful lights hanging from it, and there were not many people around the boxing ring.

He moved his body and looked at his naked upper body and lower body wearing only a pair of white shorts. It was a strong body with thick arms and waist, powerful thighs, and broad shoulders. But it doesn't look too explosive, the muscle lines are not sharp, and it is covered with a layer of fat.

"Pfft!" Fan Chen felt a wave of nausea in his mouth, and spat out a white brace, which was covered with saliva and red blood, which splashed onto his white shorts.

It can be seen that the boxer was severely beaten when Fan Chen's consciousness entered his head, and his right eye still cannot be fully opened.

"Ding!" The bell rang again.

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

This is the last round. Fan Chen, who has not fully recovered from his brain, stood up from the corner and returned to the center of the ring. He didn't even wear braces. He wanted to finish the fight.

Standing up opposite was a white boxer, tall and with chestnut hair. Compared with Fan Chen, his face didn't seem to have any injuries, and his appearance was relatively relaxed, but the expression on his face was impatient.

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

After finishing speaking, his fist hit Fan Chen.

Judging from the wounds on the faces of the two, Fan Chen's body was clearly inferior to the white boxer in terms of boxing level, and it seemed that it was not easy to last for 5 rounds.

The audience outside the arena also seemed a little impatient. Seeing the white boxer's fist hitting Fan Chen, they seemed to be waiting for Fan Chen to fall to the ground.

However, the fist lightly brushed against the top of Fan Chen's head, sticking to his hair - the 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, they saw the white shorts who had been beaten into a mess in the previous four rounds, and suddenly he dodged the blow by squatting sensitively. Punch.

Immediately afterwards, the audience saw that the half-squatting white shorts exerted force suddenly, and a violent jab with the left hand hit the white boxer's chin from bottom to top.

This is a deadly punch. The most vulnerable part of a boxer is the chin. No matter whether the brow bone is opened or the cheekbones are scratched, it is not as good as a heavy punch on the chin, which can make people faint directly.

This tall white boxer was no exception. He also did not expect that his opponent, who had been suppressed by him for four rounds and was already on the verge of collapse, would make such an attack. This was completely unplanned.

At this time, he had lost the ability to think, and could only lie on the boxing ring with his eyes turned white. There was no cheering or cursing around him, everything was too sudden.

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

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

Fox-Leon was the original name of this body.

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

…………………

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

Black curly hair, thick eyebrows, deep-set eye sockets, a pair of black eyes - although the right eye is swollen like a walnut. The bridge of the nose is neither high nor low, and it is a little crooked; Xin has long and full cheeks, a swollen left cheekbone, some stubble on the chin, and two thin lips.

"It turns out that I look like this..." Fan Chen looked at the mirror and shook his head and said to himself. "There are a lot of memories, but only the appearance, you still have to see it with your own eyes.

"Brown black curly hair, the length of the hair is 8.9 cm to 11.7 cm, the average length is 10.6 cm; the length of the left eyebrow is 5.1 cm, the length of the right eyebrow is about 5.2, and the width... is a bit difficult to judge visually, about 1.2. The eyes are black, pure black, and 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. However, the face is obviously more like an American. Puerto Rico has light brown skin, and the lips are like most whites. The maximum lip thickness of 1.5 cm .”

If someone stood next to Fan Chen, they would think that someone with a bad mind was measuring his face with a ruler, but in fact, Fan Chen was just observing this new face with his own eyes.

Fan Chen, male, 26 years old, former occupation: investment bank actuary, specialty: photographic memory, excellent eyesight.

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

His eyes can not only distinguish the difference between ordinary things, but also visually measure the length, width and height of objects. Even if it is a colorless and invisible substance like "water", he can distinguish the difference between different waters, so he was nicknamed "ghost". Eye actuarial calculation".

Thinking of the previous physical matter, Fan Chen suddenly felt a splitting headache. Apart from his name, occupation, special abilities he possessed, and the boozy drink the night before, he couldn't remember the memory of that life at all. up.

This not only made Fan Chen painful, but also made Fan Chen feel a little bit of joy—it turned out that for him, he finally had the function of forgetting. It is painful for a person who will not forget, but now he forgets everything in this way. Maybe it's a good choice too.

However, the memories in Fox-Leon's body were completely taken over by Fan Chen, and he knew that his troubles were coming soon.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the bathroom door was kicked open.

Trouble has come.