After spending the whole afternoon playing around, Roy finally took Heather and Penny to UCLA as evening approached.
Alan Berg and Mary Hill were still the ones who greeted Roy. They were both very surprised when they saw Heather and Penny.
"Mr. Black, who are these ladies?"
"My friends."
Alan and Mary were both a bit speechless. Judging by Heather and Penny's attitude, it was clear their relationship with Roy was more than just ordinary.
This made Mary have a deeper understanding of Roy's flirtatious nature.
"Alright, Mr. Black, I have no intention of prying into your personal life, but for boxers, protecting the core muscles is very important."
Although Alan's words were quite tactful, all three girls present understood what he ant.
"You can rest assured about that. My core muscles are in great shape."
Roy spread his hands out, leaving Alan feeling very helpless. As an experienced coach, it was difficult for him to accept an unruly boxer like Roy.
"Okay, then let's talk about the Santa Monica Cup. This tournant is mainly held in the evening. During the qualifying rounds, five rings will be set up by the pier, and a bunch of amateur boxers will gather there. As long as you win three matches in front of any referee, you'll qualify for the preliminary rounds."
Roy found this kind of competition format quite novel.
"So, when does the competition start?"
"Eight o'clock. There's still so ti. Let first check your physical condition."
After a professional equipnt check, Alan confird that Roy's physical condition was indeed perfect. This was the result even after Roy had held back so of his strength. He was actually a bit worried that if he perford too abnormally, he might scare Alan to death.
After the check-up, Alan took Roy and the girls to the pier area of Santa Monica Beach.
The Santa Monica Cup competition attracted a large number of tourists, turning the pier area into sothing like a night market.
Roy figured that the organizers of the Santa Monica Cup could probably cover their expenses just from the stall rental fees.
However, the amateur boxers who ca to participate were indeed quite amateur. Roy saw several pot-bellied middle-aged n signing up.
"Are these my opponents?"
Alan answered Roy's question.
"Right now it's the qualifying rounds, so there will be a lot of people just joining in for fun. Once we get to the preliminary rounds, those kinds of people will basically be gone. When it cos to the elimination rounds, you'll be facing amateur boxers from universities."
According to the rules, once a boxer enters the professional boxing world, they are no longer allowed to compete in amateur boxing matches.
This has led to amateur boxers in Arica mainly being university students, and even the Olympics features university student boxers.
And the $100,000 prize money for the Santa Monica Cup champion is still quite attractive to university students. By then, all the good university boxers from around California will show up.
Including that black boxer Roy fought before, nicknad "The Anvil" Bruce Eck, he will also participate in this tournant.
"There are still a few minutes left, Mr. Black. Why don't you warm up first? The qualifying rounds don't have that many procedures. Basically, after weighing in, you can go up to the ring."
At eight o'clock in the evening, the pier on Santa Monica Beach was brightly lit, and more and more tourists gathered.
Boxing is a very popular sport in Arica, so there were quite a few people who ca to watch the matches.
After completing the weigh-in, Roy stepped onto the heavyweight boxer's ring for his first qualifying match.
His opponent was a middle-aged man who clearly just ca for fun. His body fat percentage was severely above average, and his guard was very loose. It was estimated that he hadn't even received any boxing training and was just a pure amateur boxing enthusiast.
However, the referee was quite professional. Amidst the cheering crowd, he explained the rules and prohibitions before announcing the start of the match.
Since his opponent was just an amateur enthusiast, Roy didn't plan to hit too hard. With a V-shaped feint and a single punch, he knocked him down.
This instantly caused the audience to cheer. The most attractive thing about boxing matches is always the knockout.
Compared to the clumsy fights on the other rings, Roy's match was simply too beautiful.
Heather and Penny proudly introduced Roy to the people around them.
"He's the Grim Reaper Roy Black from Oak High School in Waterfall Town!"
After the referee announced Roy's knockout victory, he asked if Roy wanted to continue fighting. Upon receiving confirmation, he quickly arranged the second opponent.
This was also an amateur enthusiast, but since he dared to step into the ring, he was a bit more professional than the first opponent.
At least his physique was well-maintained, and his boxing stance looked quite decent.
The referee announced the start of the match again, and then Roy's opponent retreated in a defensive posture, seemingly wanting to play a hit-and-run ga with Roy.
This guy's strategy wasn't wrong, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent.
Roy directly landed a heavy blow that broke through his opponent's guard, imdiately followed by a punch to the chin, sending him into a nice sleep.
The referee announced Roy's knockout victory once again.
With two consecutive quick knockouts, Roy's ring successfully attracted the attention of most of the audience.
At the sa ti, Roy's nickna, the Grim Reaper, began to spread on a small scale.
"Mr. Black, are you sure you want to continue with the third qualifying match?"
"I'm sure."
Roy's performance made so amateur participants feel scared. Although they were originally just there for fun, they didn't want to get beaten up for no reason.
That would be a really bad gaming experience.
So, Roy stood in the ring for five minutes before his third opponent appeared.
This opponent looked like a college boxer, with a very standard physique.
At this ti, the audience who had co to see him had already surrounded Roy's ring, wanting to watch his next performance.
So people even started shouting Roy's nickna.
The referee announced the start of the match for the third ti, and Roy began his real performance.
Roy simply dropped his guard, leaving his center wide open, signaling his opponent to attack him.
This act of contempt imdiately enraged his opponent, who then began to frantically attack Roy.
Then, a scene that the audience in Austin had once seen was repeated on Santa Monica Beach in Los Angeles.
His opponent threw punches wildly but didn't land a single one, while Roy casually dodged every attack.
This scene was extrely entertaining, and the audience at the venue went wild.
But for Roy's opponent, this was the most hopeless situation.
Towards the end, this person had clearly lost the will to fight.
Roy ended the match just as the first round was about to end.
At this mont, the entire audience began to call out Roy's nickna. He had beco a superstar on Santa Monica Beach.
"Well done, Mr. Black! You've got your ticket to the preliminary rounds. You have a week to rest!"
Alan was very satisfied with Roy's performance.
"Rest? Those three matches just now weren't even a warm-up for !"
With that, Roy put his arms around Heather and Penny's shoulders, one on each side, and strode away.
And Mary's gaze towards Roy also changed slightly.
There was still a week before the preliminary rounds of the Santa Monica Cup, and Roy naturally wouldn't just sit around and wait.
However, after spending a few days shopping around Los Angeles with Heather and Penny, Roy started to get a bit tired of it.
Could soone please tell Roy why won have such good stamina when it cos to shopping?
They usually feel tired after walking just a few steps, but when they're shopping, Heather and Penny seed to have two full stamina bars, leaving Roy, with his 45 points in constitution, completely speechless.
So, in the following days, Roy stayed in the hotel and didn't go out. Playing with his laptop in the suite was also quite nice.
Roy got Mary and Sultana's MSN numbers and chatted with them on MSN.
This feeling was quite good, reminding Roy of the ti in his previous life when he had online romances using QQ.
During the midnight movie incident, Sultana saw Roy with Heather and Penny and seed a bit unhappy.
After that, she didn't pay much attention to Roy and even refused to answer his calls.
Fortunately, she was still willing to reply to his MSN ssages. So, Roy relied on internet slang and s from his later life to successfully cheer Sultana up, and she finally agreed to answer his calls again.
"Hello, what's up now?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to chat with you."
"Hmmph, it's rare to have no bad news today."
Next, Roy started operating on two fronts, flirting with Sultana on the phone while also chatting flirtatiously with Mary on MSN.
However, Mary went offline after a while, probably because she had class.
Not having mobile communication software was quite inconvenient. After all, you couldn't carry a computer around with you, but you could carry a phone.
Luckily, Sultana didn't hang up the phone.
"You said you'd be participating in an amateur boxing match in Los Angeles? Is it the Santa Monica Cup?"
"Yeah, do you know about this competition? Because of it, I'll be staying in Los Angeles for a few more days."
There was a mont of silence on the other end of the phone. Sultana seed to be thinking.
Roy looked at the MSN interface with nothing to do. Suddenly, a friend request caught his attention.
Normally, Roy would definitely ignore such friend requests from strangers, but the other person's profile picture was a bit special. It was a photo of a body with the lower part of the breasts exposed, seemingly a selfie.
This photo clearly showed the curves of the body, allowing one to see the perfect waistline and abdominal muscles. The slightly exposed lower part of the breasts added even more allure.
Roy couldn't help but click on the other person's information. The gender was listed as female.
In this era, there probably weren't those kinds of hairy n pretending to be girls online with female avatars to scam people, right?
Roy, on a whim, accepted the friend request from this user whose online na was "Succubus" (魅魔).
At this mont, Sultana on the phone spoke again, and Roy's attention imdiately returned to the call.
"Roy, when is your next match?"
"Next Saturday and Sunday, I have two preliminary matches. Do you want to co and watch?"
"We'll see then. I can't say for sure."
Although Sultana said that, Roy was certain she would co to watch the match.
This older sister's personality was just like that. To describe it in one word, she was a bit tsundere, liking to say one thing and an another.
"Okay, with Sister Sultana cheering on, I'm sure I'll perform even better!"
"Hmph, I'm afraid I won't be the only one cheering you on then!"
Roy smiled. This wasn't a question he could easily answer.
Just at this mont, the suite door was pushed open. It turned out that Heather and Penny had finished shopping and returned with large and small bags.
"Sister Sultana, I really hope to see you on the day of the competition! But I have to hang up now."
"...See you then!"
Sultana finally gave her promise.
Roy hung up the phone and closed his laptop screen. He didn't notice that the MSN friend he had just added had sent him a ssage.
"Heather, Penny, you're back? What did you guys buy today?"
"Roy, we bought you so new clothes!"
Then, Heather and Penny enthusiastically started trying out new clothes on Roy.
In terms of clothing, since he was from the future, Roy's fashion sense was quite trendy. However, he had always lived in Waterfall Town and only occasionally went to Austin, so he didn't have much access to fashionable brands.
Although Austin was the capital of Texas, its economy was actually not as strong as Dallas or Houston.
But Roy's physique was naturally a clothes hanger. No matter how Heather and Penny dressed him up, he looked so handso that they couldn't help but be smitten.
There were bound to be so physical contact while changing clothes.
Feeling bored, Roy first turned on the TV and watched the late-night talk show "Night Owls" that he had seen when he first arrived at the Dolphin Hotel.
Roy quite liked this show. The host, Jack, had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
Roy also opened his laptop to see if Mary had replied to his ssages.
However, there was no response from Mary, but there was a ssage from the new online friend he had added in the afternoon, Succubus.
Succubus: Are you there?
Succubus: My na is Adela, nice to et you!
This netizen actually gave her na directly.
However, this seed to be quite common in the early days of internet social networking. At this ti, netizens were still relatively innocent. It wouldn't be until a few years later, when more and more scamrs appeared, that people's vigilance would increase.
Diablo (Roy's online na): Hello, nice to et you too!
This online na was taken from the na of the final boss in Diablo. Roy liked this ga a lot, and Diablo's title was the Lord of Terror, which was exactly his goal.
As soon as Roy sent the ssage, the other side replied imdiately, as if this Adela had been waiting in front of the computer for his reply.
It was a bit like the feeling Roy had when he first started using QQ in his previous life, being particularly happy when a stranger replied to his ssage.
Succubus: You finally replied to my ssage, I'm so happy!
Huh, she really seed like soone who had just started surfing the internet. This piqued Roy's interest.
Chatting with such newbies was the most interesting.
Diablo: Are you a girl?
Succubus: Yes! The profile picture is my photo!
It was actually a selfie!
Diablo: But I don't quite believe it. Do you have any better proof?
Succubus paused for a while, and then sent a new picture through MSN.
It was another very alluring selfie. A woman was lifting her top, and on the faintly visible lower part of her breast, the six letters "Diablo" were written in lipstick.
This was exactly the English spelling of Diablo.
It was real again?
Were netizens in this era so honest?
However, Roy liked this kind of honest netizen. People should be more sincere with each other.
Especially in front of a gentleman like himself!
Succubus: What about you? Can you let see what you look like?
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