Eating sap can relieve stress, remove sadness, and relieve mood. This is how you get fat from a ten-pound pound after a broken heart.

Wu Yuanqiu, who had enough food and drink, recovered greatly. He lay down on the tatami mat, took his cell phone and started to search for which sport in Japan is more profitable.

He had never considered these before. If he could cultivate immortality and gain extraordinary power, who would care about the power and wealth in the secular world?

If you choose between the richest man on the earth and the only cultivator on the earth, 99% of people will choose the latter?

What a pity that a good urban immortal life has just become so ill that I can only change to the ordinary urban cool storyline.

I used to be planning to marry nine wives, but now I guess there is no chance.

It's regrettable...

He looked there for a while and found that the most profitable sport in Japan now is baseball and football. The two are incomparable, tied for first place, followed by horse racing and basketball.

Horse racing can be ruled out first. An excellent jockey requires looking like a monkey. Whether the results can be achieved depends mainly on the horse, which is not suitable.

That is, baseball, football and basketball.

I have never been exposed to baseball and am not very interested, but first-class baseball players have a high income, and they always earn hundreds of millions of yen per year, and there are several top-level ones with more than one billion yen. Moreover, the career lifespan of this sport is long, and many people can play until they are in their forties, and the money-making cycle is very long, which seems to be more cost-effective.

However, this sport has relatively low requirements for physical fitness, at least not decisive, and it pays more attention to playing basketball with your brain, extreme teamwork, and you can't play your own advantages well.

Football is relatively poor, but it develops rapidly, the number of fans continues to increase, and the players make more and more money. It is also a good choice, which is that the career lifespan is relatively short and it is more talented. It is just that running fast and jumping high is not of much use. What you need is the feel of the ball on your feet, and it is a disadvantage to become a monk halfway.

Basketball is relatively not very popular in Japan. There are fewer spectators and less players' income, but it is the most suitable for you. With the physical fitness you have trained in "The World in the Pot", even if you suddenly play basketball, you can at least get into a Sakuragi Hanada, right?

First join the school's basketball department, then win the right to qualify for the IH Regional Competition, enter the national competition and win the championship in one fell swoop, then have three consecutive championships, and finally participate in the December draft as a super MVP player of the IH National Competition, enter the professional arena, switch to the NBA, and Dalaotelao...

Yexi, it seems to be good!

By the way, there is Haruko Akagi...

This is also the point!

Wu Yuanqiu was lying there to read the Internet information. Although he was thinking about it from time to time, he was already over a ignorant age and knew the importance of choosing the direction of life. He was still very serious in general. He even checked the record of his school's basketball department over the years - it was pretty good. He had been to the national competition. Although he came back after only playing soy sauce once, he was also one of the old and powerful teams of the region and still had a foundation.

He had a bad idea there again, thinking about how to use his magic pot and his talent to play basketball, just like two years ago, he decided to gain extraordinary power, and immediately took "amateur fertilizer" to bribe the tree spirit.

He doesn't have a very extreme personality. He will not not hit the wall or look back, nor will he hit the wall and want to get out the hole on the top of the wall. He is a very rational person who knows the importance of stop loss, but as long as he makes a good decision, he never minds investing time and energy in trying, let alone taking risks.

He thought about it until eleven o'clock in the evening, which was all the time he had been in the "World in the Pot" training. He was making a list of things to buy supplies to build a basketball court in the "World in the Pot" for daily training, and suddenly heard a violent sound of kicking the door, accompanied by vague shouts:

"Bastard, open the door... open it quickly! If you hear it, open it immediately! Hiccup, have you forgotten who gave you enough food?"

"Open the door, or you don't do it tomorrow!"

"Hurry up and open the door, don't hide, I know you're at home!"

The sound insulation of cheap apartments is relatively poor. Although they are not kicking the door of Wu Yuanqiu, it sounds not much different from kicking his door. He was a little unhappy when he was disturbed. He opened the door and looked out and found a drunk man - a standard Japanese man, who was in his fifties and thin like a monkey. Now he is full of horse urine and is drunk. It is disgusting when he smells it. He is kicking and smashing the next door with a fierce momentum, looking like he is ready to break into the door.

Wu Yuanqiu took a look at the door he was kicking, and remembered the little girl inside who looked like a little cub...

He said simply: "Hey, you! Yes, it's you. Don't go crazy and go home quickly!"

This kind of thing is very common in slums in Japan. There are drunk people everywhere on the road in the middle of the night, such as smashing doors, ringing doorbells, kicking garbage cans, and peeing everywhere. The security police in the Japanese Jiaofan (police station) often have quilts. When they see drunk people who are drunk, they wrap each bag to avoid hurting others and themselves, and then carry them back to Jiaofan to sober up - this is all one of the main tasks of the Japanese security police.

When the drunkard heard the movement, he burped, turned to look at him, and cursed vaguely: "Baga! Stop meddling in other people's business, close the door, don't... burp, don't ask for a beating!"

"Baga, your mother!"

As the saying goes, a skilled person is brave, but he can't beat the tree spirit and can't beat you? Wu Yuanqiu is not a timid person. When he heard this drunk, he dared to scold him. He obviously couldn't explain the truth. He went out barefoot and pushed him on his butt: "I don't understand the words, right? Get out of here quickly, or throw you down from the upper floor!"

He doesn't mind meddling nostalgic. As the "light of the right way", doing good deeds can improve his physical fitness. He has to be prepared to be a basketball superstar. It is also good to be able to jump 0.01mm higher.

"Battleman, how dare you hit me..."

The drunk person is completely irrational, basically the same as a mentally retarded person, and the same is true for this person in front of him. He didn't realize the absolute power gap between the two when he was pushed. He even got up while scolding and was about to fight with Fu Yuanqiu.

"Go to your mother!" Wu Yuanqiu was not used to his bad habits, so she pushed her hand again. The drunk man felt another strong force coming from his chest, and he couldn't help but fly backwards and fell heavily to the ground. Even if it was alcohol paralyzed, he felt that he had been thrown away and could not get up for a while, and even vomited.

The corridor was stinking and Wu Yuanqiu almost vomited because of Qixun. She was so nauseous that she covered her mouth and nose, avoided the vomit, and then reached out to grab his hair to lift him up, but she was shocked when she pulled her. This guy was a bald man with a wig on his head. He suddenly grabbed it, thinking that he accidentally used too much force and pulled his head off and killed him.

I really didn't expect that bald man had this kind of fighting advantage.

Wu Yuanqiu felt even more unlucky, so she threw her wig, grabbed the drunkard's back collar, dragged him to the stairs.

I was just talking angry just now. Although he lived on the second floor and would not die if he threw someone down, his nature changed. He didn't want to provoke the police. If he was really not afraid of the police, he had been practicing hard in the "World in the Pot" for two years and could fight with the tree spirit, he could knock the drunk into the hospital with one punch. There was no need to keep pushing his hand so gentle.

He fell down twice in a row and vomited again. The drunk man had a complete attack of alcohol. At this moment, he was completely confused and had no ability to resist. He was dragged down the stairs by Wu Yuanqiu like a dead dog, and then threw it on the street like garbage.

That's all. It's April now, and the temperature is around ten degrees at night. It can't be frozen to death. The police who are throwing them here will clean up. Anyway, the Japanese police are doing this.

After Wu Yuanqiu threw away the person, he clapped his hands and returned to the upper floor. When he passed by the door that the drunkard had just kicked, he found that the door had a small crack, but there was still an anti-theft chain hanging. A young woman inside was hugging a little girl and was kneeling and bowing deeply, revealing her graceful and slender neck, expressing her gratitude and long expression of gratitude. The little girl's face still had a look of fear, and her small body was shaking slightly, and she grabbed the collar of her mother's chest tightly, and was obviously scared.

Wu Yuanqiu didn't even want to ask who the drunkard was before and why he came to harass him. It was nothing to do with him. He just nodded, smiled at the child again, and then went back to his room.

He doesn't need to thank him. Even if it's not for the purpose of enhancing his talent, the drunk man is so noisy that he will come out and kick him out.
Chapter completed!