Chapter 652: deceive

"Is it delicious?" Tan Zhenhua asked with concern to Mike Tyson, who was devouring, while the latter was tearing a huge chicken leg dripping with juice.
"It's delicious, it's so delicious. I've never tasted it like this." Tyson replied vaguely, while trying to swallow the food in his mouth, "It's just that the two pieces of wood are too troublesome. "
Of course he was talking about chopsticks, a tableware with oriental characteristics.
For Chinese people, the skillful use of chopsticks is a basic skill that has been trained since childhood, but for Westerners who are accustomed to using knives and forks, who are still unable to break away from the characteristics of human tableware during the barbaric and obscure period, it is really a very The embarrassing thing, at least for Tyson, who was in contact with this thing for the first time, he even broke several pieces in succession because of his hand strength, until the clerk finally had to give him a knife and fork.
Mike Tyson, who is only 17 years old this year, is at a critical stage of growing his body. As the so-called "half-size child eats poor laozi", he has a stronger body than normal, so he can eat more. So when Tan Zhenhua and Lin Shuangxi had eaten enough and stopped their chopsticks, they had a taste of the grandeur of his meal.
It was easy to wait for him to eat too, and after a long hiccup, Tan Zhenhua smiled and asked, "Mike, how come you look like you haven't eaten enough for a long time?"
It may be that this sumptuous dinner removed Tyson’s wariness. He smirked embarrassedly before repliing: "Yes, sir, I stayed in the New York Boys’ Correctional Institution for a while. The food there is always difficult to buy. Swallow, and I always can’t get enough."
Tan Zhenhua nodded sympathetically and then asked: "Then Tyson, you just said you were practicing boxing? Have you ever played any games?"
Speaking of topics of interest to him, Tyson suddenly excited: "Yes, sir, I have participated in many youth competitions. No one in the same group and level is my opponent, but my age is not yet reached. , So I can’t participate in professional competitions. My coach said that my strength is enough to challenge professional players, sir, do you know? My coach is the famous Cuz D’Amato, sir, do you know D’Amato?

"Uh...this, I don't know." Tan Zhenhua replied with some embarrassment: "Is this coach D'Amato famous?"
Mike Tyson shook his head, apparently disagreeing that Tan Zhenhua didn’t even know the famous Cous D’Amato:
Mr. D’Amato is one of the most prestigious coaches in our boxing industry. He taught. The most accomplished disciple was Floyd Patterson, the 75 kg gold medalist at the Helsinki Olympics in 1952. Mr. Patterson later became the youngest professional heavyweight champion in boxing history."
Tan Zhenhua curled his lips and said: "Then Mike, do you think that if this world boxing champion, Mr. Floyd Patterson, meets this companion of mine," he just pointed his finger to the side and couldn't understand anything. Lin Shuangxi, who was sitting in a daze, said, "Which of them can win?"
This time it was Tyson's turn to froze. He didn't have a chance to play against Floyd Patterson. How can he judge his strength? And, what if you played against each other? He actually didn't understand the strength of Lin Shuangxi, who had beaten him without any counter-attack in one move. After all, the move he used was not allowed in the rules of boxing.
He didn't know how to answer Tan Zhenhua's question, so he shook his head honestly and said: "I don't know, I haven't fought against Mr. Freud Patterson."
Tan Zhenhua smiled and said: "Tyson, why don't I answer this question. I think if Mr. Freud Patterson fights against my companion, then there will be two situations. First, Kind of, in the arena commonly used by you boxers, everyone competes in accordance with the rules of boxing. Then, there is no doubt that my partner will lose, and he will lose badly. He may even support the first round. But go."
Tyson didn’t expect Tan Zhenhua’s evaluation of Lin Shuangxi to be like this, but after he thought about it, he felt that it made sense. After all, in terms of weight alone, Lin Shuangxi might only participate in the lightweight competition. For even the most professional heavyweight players, competing with the lightweight world champion is just a piece of cake.
But Tan Zhenhua just said that there are two situations, so what is the second one? He couldn't help being curious.
Tan Zhenhua quickly explained his question: "This second situation is that the two sides abandon all the rules to fight, and whoever falls first loses, just like the black boxing-Tyson, you should know the black boxing Rules?"
Of course Tyson knows about black boxing. In Brooklyn, black boxing is one of the means of making a living for some people, and he himself almost ended up for a little reward. Fortunately, coach D’Amato came to stop when he heard the news. he.
He nodded to show that he understood Tan Zhenhua's meaning, and the latter said bluntly: "In this case, I dare to bet a dollar, and the winner must be Mr. Boxing. Believe it or not?"
Although Tyson actually thinks so in his heart, because watching the thin and small Lin Shuangxi just proved this to him with a soft kick, Tan Zhenhua still belittles his idol so much that he is still a little unconvinced.
He couldn't help raising his voice and yelled, "Why did you come to this conclusion? They haven't beaten it before. How can you be so sure?"
Tan Zhenhua smiled and replied: "Tyson, haven't you noticed it? Boxing has a natural defect. Its feet cannot be used to attack. This determines that in all the fights in the world, it must be It is the most impractical, it can only be used to please ordinary spectators in the audience who do not know how to do it."
"No, sir, you say that too much. You can insult me, but you can't slander the sport of boxing!"
Tan Zhenhua’s words deeply stabbed Mike Tyson’s not yet fully mature mind. Although he also knew that he had failed in many ways, but since Kus D’Amato led him into the door of boxing. , He felt as if he had entered a new world, a world tailored for him.
He loves this sport and is willing to dedicate his life to it, of course, he will never allow others to slander it.
Tyson's cheeks flushed in an instant, his fists clenched, and eye-catching gaze shot out, as if in the next moment he was about to violently beat the head of the yellow young man on the opposite side into a rotten watermelon!