Chapter 7 The early bird catches the worm "Good morning, Alan. It's not even ten o'clock yet. Aren't you up too early?" Dominic rubbed her sleepy eyes with her blonde hair shawl. Damn, this damn sense of déjà vu. It would be great if you were a woman. He must have suffered a lot on a daily basis. "Hey, it's time to eat. The early bird catches the worm. You don't want to stay under a bridge all your life, do you?" Zhang Ailun urged. "You're right, but I still want to sleep for a while. If possible, can you bring me some food?" Dominic listlessly rejected his invitation to play in the jungle. "ok, no problem." "Thank you, buddy!" Zhang Ailun looked at the tent that had been pulled up again, feeling somewhat helpless. It seems that I will have to go out hunting for food by myself on the first day of settling down.
Besides the sweet air, the homeless people on the free West Coast really live their lives as they please and are only willing to do what they like. There was no other way. Now he was living in someone else's house and he didn't have his own tent or property. He was also embarrassed to trouble Dominic again. Zhang Ailun saved water, simply washed up, and walked out of the comfortable zone of the bridge tunnel. I stretched my muscles in the open space, did a set of air-punching training, and then started warm-up running. I have always had a good habit of fitness on weekdays. I have muscles all over my body and have been stronger than ordinary people since I was a child. I am one of those people with amazing bones. In order not to waste my talent, I also systematically studied mixed martial arts at the suggestion of my friends. He has fought many street fights and bounty matches in private, with a career record of 72 wins, 2 losses, 2 draws and 66 KOs. Vigorously miracle. When I came back with Dominic yesterday, it was dark outside and I couldn't see anything on the roadside. Now Zhang Ailun also found that there were colorful graffiti and funny little yellow ducks on various buildings on the roadside. The area from the No. 19 bridge arch to the abandoned city area of the street construction site basically belongs to the territory of Lori Louis No. 19. This is also a unique culture of American streets, similar to a yellow dog peeing to declare its territory. There are many colorful tents that look like graves in the bridge holes next to the buildings and the shelters. Empty wine bottles, ashes of burnt garbage, and blackened oil drums can be seen everywhere on the roadside. What a beautiful landscape. Zhang Ailun saw from afar a black mixed-race girl with disheveled hair walking out of the tent and stretching towards the sky. The waves are rough and the terrain is curvy. The cost must be huge. Outside the camouflage tent were battle-damaged skateboards and a Target folding bike. The female donor from the West Coast was really generous. She wore nothing in the early morning and didn't care at all about exposing herself. The wheat-colored buttocks reflected the sun like silk. Hei Mei's skin was indeed the smoothest and most delicate he had ever seen.
Wait a minute, what is she doing squatting there... I am such a jerk!! fountain!! How could she be so bold? Zhang Ailun was shocked. Maybe it was because she felt that no homeless people would get up during this period of time. The female donor squatted on the roadside to drain the water. She dazedly took the purified water and toothbrush and began to wash. Zhang Ailun trotted over, took in the sight, and waved enthusiastically, "Hey, good morning! Girl, you have a great figure! Do you have a boyfriend?" The black girl stared at him in a daze, feeling the admiring gaze of the strange man, and she was dumbfounded. He was immediately choked, stood up in a panic, tears in his eyes, and cursed: "Fxxk! Where did you come from, you bastard?" Zhang Ailun stopped and looked at the black girl who was rushing back to the tent to find clothes to put on, and then glanced at the map left on the ground. Drops of it flew all the way out of the tent. The dirt has been poured into pits? Awesome! ! Looking at the black girl who came out of the tent again, Zhang Ailun immediately explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean it. I'm new here. You can call me Alan." "Simone." The black girl put on a beige tank top and camouflage cargo shorts, and looked at him unhappily, "Hey, man, you're lucky. My boyfriend and I broke up a while ago. Otherwise, if he were here, he would definitely give you a good beating!" "Oh, I'm really sorry. But you are so beautiful, how could your boyfriend be willing to break up with you? Is he blind?" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. When Simone heard the stranger praising her, her expression improved a lot and she was no longer angry. "It's complicated, Bro! But relationships are like this. There will always be frictions for various reasons when you are together. But I took the initiative to dump him! Because he is an uncontrollable drug addict, there will be no good ending for me to be with him." The other party had been taking ketamine all along and ended up living on the streets because of this incident. He had agreed to quit drugs and try to find a job to pay off his debts, but he relapsed after a few days and stole her money. When he was caught in the act, he still refused to admit it. She couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him out! What is even more unbearable is that the other person is tall, but good-looking but useless. He was very popular in high school and often skipped classes to go to nightclubs and strip clubs. He played too much and ruined himself. Later, I worked out like crazy to cover up my inferiority complex, and took a lot of protein powder. I took painkillers and K-drugs while working out... In the end, I suffered from prostate hyperplasia, nephritis, and hair loss. He is originally a short and quick shooter, and he is weak. Now he can't even lift his head without taking Viagra. What's the difference between him and a waste? White men are lame. Zhang Ailun understood the whole story and apologized immediately: "Since we are neighbors, if your ex comes to harass you again next time, you can come to me for help. Just to make up for my mistake this time, I live in the west section of the No. 19 bridge tunnel." "Don't worry, I will teach your ex a lesson he will never forget. I will pin him to the ground and beat him up badly!" Zhang Ailun flexed his fist. Simone looked unconvinced, "Bro. Are you kidding me?" Looking at the tall and thin Zhang Ailun, he is only about meters tall. His large hooded sweatshirt covers his explosive muscles, making him inconspicuous in the crowd. Zhang Ailun said confidently: "Don't underestimate me, I'm an Asian UFO mixed martial arts boxer, you know! As a boxer, the thing I'm least afraid of is street fighting. Others call me Little Mike Tyson!!" "UFO? You mean the MMA mixed martial arts competition UFC?"
Zhang Ailun’s words left Hei Mei speechless. He really thought that I, a local, had never watched the live broadcast of the game. She also has an autographed photo of Connor, which is a collector's edition in mummy form. That was what her ex left behind as their breakup settlement, and he was so poor that this was all he had left. "It's called a UFO in our country. Only an alien fight can accommodate a player like me." Zhang Ailun smiled confidently: "Girl, I have to say you are really lucky. A weakling like your ex doesn't deserve you at all. Thanks to you for waking up in time and dumping him, you can meet me today!" Simone didn't get angry but laughed instead, she was also amused by his optimism and confidence. But I have to say that sometimes foreigners buy into this kind of thing. The more confident you are, the more charming you are. "Ok. Are you the boxing champion from Asia? Anihasayo?" "I come from China." Zhang Ailun replied unhappily. "Oh, sorry." Simone immediately changed her words, "Mud howl." (End of this chapter)