"Meow, how many points do I need to do the next lucky draw?" Song Yan asked in his mind.
"200."
"Why does it take so many points?" Song Yan ground his teeth.
"The point is set according to the host's capability. It is not difficult for you to gain 200 Fame points now."
"Fine!" Song Yan knew it could be useless to argue with the system. He stopped complaining and shut the system interface.
After he changed the clothes, he walked out the locker room. Zhao Xiaoyu was waiting at the gate of the Boxing School.
"Why did you admit defeat?" She asked in a cold voice.
"Xiaoyu, please move out of the way."
"Were you looking down on me, or you believed I'm no match for you?" Zhao Xiaoyu had no intention of making way for Song Yan. She gave a murderous look at him.
"I didn't mean it that way." Song Yan sighed with profound resignation. To be honest, he was much stronger than Zhao Xiaoyu after he had completely mastered the Intermediate Stamina. He had at least three opportunities to defeat Zhao Xiaoyu on the boxing ring just now.
"Fight with me." Zhao Xiaoyu demanded.
Song Yan didn't expect Zhao Xiaoyu to care about the outcome of the fight this much. If he refused to fight with her, he would be unable to leave the Boxing School.
"Okay." Song Yan agreed.
"Take that!" Zhao Xiaoyu stepped forward and kicked Song Yan right on the waist.
Song Yan kicked Zhao Xiaoyu on the leg. Meanwhile, he threw his fist toward her neck.
Bang!
Their legs collided in the air and made a dreary sound. Zhao Xiaoyu immediately felt pins and needles in her leg. At this moment, Song Yan's fist was about to beat her ear. The sound of wind stimulated her eardrum.
Zhao Xiaoyu changed color. She immediately pulled her head back and blocked Song Yan's arm with hers.
However, Song Yan suddenly stepped aside and threw another fist to her face. Zhao Xiaoyu helpless watched his fist being enlarged in front of her and stopping in front of her nose.
"Xiaoyu, you lose." Song Yan took back his fist. He flashed a row of teeth.
"How's it possible." Zhao Xiaoyu didn't believe it.
"I'm stronger than you. You shouldn't launch a frontal attack. If you made full use of your speed, maybe I'm not your rival." Song Yan remarked earnestly.
"Never mind. I lose. I won't make an excuse for it. Name it, what do you want from me?"
"Xiaoyu, it's just a joke. Don't mind it." Song Yan smiled.
"No. You must say it." Zhao Xiaoyu insisted.
Song Yan offered seriously, "I want to learn the three unique skills in Zhao Boxing Art."
"That's impossible. Only our family members can learn those." Zhao Xiaoyu rejected him.
"All I want is that." Song Yan shrugged his shoulder indifferently. He turned and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Zhao Xiaoyu stopped him.
Song Yan turned around and looked at her.
"I'll ask my brother about that and give you an answer next time."
"Okay! I'll wait for that?"
After leaving the Boxing School, Song Yan called out the system interface again. The Fame only increased by 1 point. Their second fight finished in a short time, and no one had noticed that except for a receptionist.
"What a pity! I should have defeated Zhao Xiaoyu in the boxing ring, so I can earn more Fame points." Song Yan sighed.
Suddenly, he saw an advertisement for pianist outside a café. The hourly wage was 50 yuan, and working hours were from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m.
Song Yan suddenly had an idea and entered the café.