I am Tyson

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New York City, Negro District, Brooklyn.

Emwood closed camp.

A black teenager was sleeping soundly on the bed, and a white teenager was curled up in the corner of the room.

Suddenly, the black youth opened his eyes and looked blankly around.

"Where is this?"

The furnishings in the house are very simple, two small beds, a table and a chair, and not far away there is a toilet blocked by wooden boards.

The thing that surprised him most was the railing door wrapped in iron.

Feels like he is in prison.

"What's going on here? Why did you appear in prison after a sleep.?"

He saw the young man with yellow hair in that corner.

Walked over and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Hi brother, where is this?"

The white man hummed twice, then raised his head and looked at him with a terrified look.

"Hi, brother, where is this? Say chant."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

This kid speaks fluent English.

Black youth was stunned for a while, and then also said in the same fluent English: "Hi, friend, I ask you what is this place?"

"Emwood's closed camp." The young white man was obviously afraid of him, lowering his head and not daring to stare at him.

But he still saw the bruise on the face of the white teenager.

Closed camp? Is n’t it the juvenile detention center?

What the hell?

His surname is Tai Mingsen. He was originally a professional boxer and won an intercontinental champion. Because of his fierce play, he was called ‘Little Beast’.

Because he won the last match and won the challenge of the world boxing champion, Tyson asked friends to go out and drink two more.

Didn't expect to come here after a awakening.

He also read some stories and novels of the parallel world, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to himself, but he didn't know who he became?

By moonlight, he saw his thick arm, but the color was black.

Black people.

"Hi, friend, what is my name?"

The white boy still looked at him with horrified eyes.

"Tyson."

Is so coincident that the deity of the body is also called Tyson.

Suddenly he thought of another possibility. His body seemed to be overpowered and he played a clever way.

Closed camp.

Black people.

Tyson.

not?

"Brother, tell me my full name."

The curled body of the white boy moved backward.

Said in a trembling voice: "Mike Tyson."

Tyson stepped back two steps, the expression on his face was very complicated.

Mike Tyson.

The legendary figure in the history of boxing is also the most controversial figure.

Actually became him.

This is his idol, it is because of him that he set foot in professional boxing.

Tyson's excited ghost called twice.

Then touched his front teeth.

Wow, it's still there.

The white boy stared at his eyes, his body curled back.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I was so excited just now." Tyson said with a beaming expression.

White teenagers did not dare to speak.

"What is your name?"

"Justin Bach."

Tyson looked at Bach who had been curled up in the corner and asked very puzzled.

"Bach, why don't you go to bed to sleep?"

"You don't let me sleep in bed, I dare not."

Tyson froze for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll let you go to bed now."

Bach watched him not move.

"You really let me go to bed?"

Tyson shrugged: "Of course."

Bach carefully climbed onto the bed, still curling up, looking at Tyson with great vigilance.

‘How much this kid has been beaten by me, will I be afraid of this. ’

"Bach, rest assured, I won't hit you again from now on."

Said several words in a row to ensure that he would never hit him again, so Bach was lying on the bed.

After seeing the other person lying down, Tyson lay back on his bed with a smile on his face.

Is so excited that he hasn't slept almost all night.

When he fell asleep, he heard the door opened.

"Hey, Tyson, we should study."

Tyson raised his head and saw a 13-year-old black boy at the door greet himself.

After the black child finished speaking, he retracted his head and ran away.

"Bach, who is that?"

Bach ’s fear of Tyson was obviously not as strong as it was last night, but he still said cautiously, "Jamie, your friend."

Jamie?

This is a completely strange name, really has no impression at all.

Isn't it necessary to have memories when crossing? Why didn't you leave a bit of memory here?

Author: (Tyson ’s youth is completely negative energy. The light of 404 is likely to be enveloped, so the memory is better to eliminate.)

Tyson thought about it and started to ask Bach about these things.

Bach didn't understand why Tyson suddenly didn't remember everything, but he didn't dare to ask, he could only answer what he knew.

Although the closed camp is a type of juvenile control, but in fact, here is essentially not much different from outside.

Here, there will be dedicated teachers to teach them to learn, and there is a good food supply.

After the conversation, Bach ’s fear of Tyson was constantly fading.

After understanding, the two of them walked out of the room together, led by Bach toward the classroom.

Said that it is a course, in fact, it is some very simple knowledge, there will be a special tutor sitting in the classroom, you can ask him if you encounter difficulties.

The morning class is very simple, as long as you sit there for two hours, it will be a communion.

So many people, even if they are very far from the teacher, will not go to ask questions, just leave when the time is over.

Tyson was not surprised. After all, the children who came to this camp were all mischievous experts. How could they really study hard.

Tyson didn't ask questions either. It wasn't that he didn't study hard, but the content in the textbook was too simple, and he read the whole book without any effort.

After the end of time, Tyson thought to himself: There is no need to come here tomorrow.

"Mike, do you want to play football?" The black kid named Jamie came to Tyson with a football.

Kick the ball?

"Not going, I want to go around."

Jamie glanced at him in confusion, then held the ball and said, "Okay."

After Jamie left, Tyson began to turn around blindly.

The whole camp is very big, the guards here are all tall and large, and they look very powerful.

This gives Tyson a feeling of being in prison.

"Little fart boy, you won't be able to eat lunch anymore." A white guard gave him a soft kick.

"This is a very gentleman's behavior." Tyson glared at each other.

The other party's work card has a name, Ford Sissy.

Xixi froze for a moment, then smiled: "Well, now I apologize to you."

"I accept your apology." Tyson Masako answered in a serious way.

Xisi laughed: "Fun kid."

Came to the restaurant and Tyson received his food.

4 slices of bread dipped in jam, a small piece of cheese, a chicken leg and a glass of milk.

Just as Tyson was eating, he sat down next to three people.

A small tear broke through a person's face, and the blood had scabed.

One corner of the mouth was broken.

One nose is stuffed with cotton.

Everyone has scars on their faces.

"Friend, what's wrong with you?" Tyson asked.

He felt that these people should not be fighting, because if they want to fight in this camp, they will be surrounded by more than 20 people and fierce guards, which is simply impossible.

So how did they get hurt?

Could it be that the grumpy guard cut them?

The teenager with cotton in his nose said regretfully: "I almost knocked him down today."

"Tomorrow we will be able to defeat him." A look of excitement appeared on the face of the teenager with a broken mouth.

Tyson was even more puzzled.

Is so happy to be beaten like this?

Little age means to suffer ...

"What the **** is going on?"

The boy with blood scab on his face said, "We are learning boxing. This is coach Stuart."

After their introduction, Tyson knew about Stewart.

Stewart is a camp guard, and also teaches these young boxers, is a boxing coach in the camp.

Boxing.

Hearing about boxing, Tyson smiled.

"I want to see Coach Stewart." Tyson said to the three.

"Well, you will be like us."

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Due to the large amount of food, Tyson received another food.

As soon as he went out, he saw Xixi.

Xixi greeted him: "Little Tyson, are you full?"

"Of course, gentleman Xixi."

Xixi laughed: "I'm starting to like you, boy."

Tyson shrugged: "It's an honor to be one of them."

Xisi laughed: "I feel more like a child in front of you."

The two talk while walking.

Tyson, who was a man of the two worlds, has a wealth of experience. When he speaks, he is always in a hurry, short and clear.

"Do you understand Stuart?"

Tyson asked Sisi.

Xi Xi said: "Stuart, he is a very powerful person, has won the national amateur boxing champion. Now the children should be taught to practice boxing. You ask him what to do?

"Stewart is so powerful, I really want to see him."

After saying goodbye to Xixi, Tyson returned to his cabin.

Bach didn't know what to do, only he was in the house.

Nothing happened, he began to exercise.

The first thing to do is squat.

Squats can strengthen leg muscles and enhance the explosive power of the legs.

Boxing is a fierce confrontation sport. Although the leg is not the part of the attack, it is also very important.

Strong thigh muscles can have stronger and faster foot movements, which can make opponents undefeated during assault and retreat.

Even strong legs can increase the explosive power of boxers to a large extent, and are an indispensable training part in boxer training.

Two hundred squats is still very difficult for a body that has never been trained.