The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 240 Miare City
The main race of the Carlos Alliance is different from that of the Kanto Alliance, with more three-dimensional facial features and deeper facial features.

According to Cheng Che's observation, black, light brown, light blue, yellow, silver, light gray and other wonderful pupil colors are available, and various colorful hair colors such as black hair, blond hair, brown hair and red hair are random. The matching is dizzying.

Compared with the composition of the Kanto Alliance, which is dominated by people with black hair and black eyes.Ms. Qiao Kui has natural light red hair color, which is quite eye-catching in the Kanto Alliance.Putting it on the streets of Carlos Union, it will definitely not look different because of its hair color.

Therefore, it was obvious from Cheng Che's appearance that he was not a local.

Stuffing the suitcase into the back row, as soon as Cheng Che got into the car, the blue eyes of the black curly-haired young taxi driver glanced at Cheng Che from the rearview mirror. Ask: "My little brother, welcome to Miare, which alliance are you from?"

With a sincere and enthusiastic smile, it looks like a familiar face.

"Ah, the Kanto Alliance." Cheng Che responded with a friendly smile.He's new here and just needs a little introduction from the taxi driver.

"Then it should say welcome to Carlos Union," the driver drove the vehicle away from the airport, "Where are you going, bro?"

"Wait a minute, let me take a look," Cheng Che took out the message from Xinyan on his mobile phone, "The fighting dojo at No. 256 Autumn Avenue."

The information Xin Yan sent to Cheng Che was only Wu De's contact information (unable to get through), an address (it is said to be a fighting dojo), and a name (Wu De).The most troublesome point is that there are no photos.

At first, Cheng Che complained about this. He didn't even have a photo, so how could he find someone?

On the phone, Nobuhiko suddenly complained: Then do you have my photo?

Cheng Che was dumbfounded immediately, it made sense, he didn't have a picture of his master Nobuhiko either.The two big men even saved each other's photos in their mobile phones.No matter how you think about it, it would be better to delete the photo.

The driver froze for a moment, then said hesitantly, "In my impression, there isn't any fighting dojo over there."

"It's okay, just send it there for me," Cheng Che said indifferently.

The city of Miare is so big, with a population of nearly ten million. It is quite normal for a taxi driver to not remember what is on a road, and if he is not learning fighting, he will not care about such things as the dojo.

"Well, it may be that I have a bad memory, and I remembered it wrong," the driver apologized casually, and his voice became cheerful again, "What is the little brother doing here with Carlos?"

Looking sideways at the gradually monotonous suburban scenery outside the window, Cheng Che replied with a smile: "Travel. It's my first time to Carlos League. Is there anything interesting here?"

"Hey, little brother, I just wanted to say something," the driver got excited and stepped on the accelerator hard to increase the speed to the upper limit of the highway, "The fighting dojo and so on are the practice of your Kanto Alliance. We don't have any dojos here. , only the Knights and their quarters."

Knights?
Cheng Che was taken aback. I still have an impression of the word Cheng Che in this history class. Is the Carlos Alliance engaging in a "Renaissance" or "reversing history"?
"The knight, the one who fights with the elves? The one with strong fighting power?" Cheng Che asked in surprise.

"That's right. But humans are still far behind elves," the driver smiled and shook his head. "Actually, the elves mainly rely on the elves to fight to determine the winner."

"Does your elf center not care?" Cheng Che looked at the other party in disbelief. According to his understanding, if the force in a society is dispersed, it will inevitably cause the government to lose its prestige.

"Come on, there are quite a few knights who are prosecutors."

"Oh," Cheng Che replied angrily, "What else is interesting about Miare?"

A knight is a prosecutor, and a fighter like him is a gymnasium owner, isn't it the same reason?There is only one meaning inside and outside the words-incorporated.

"We are the fashion and art capital of the world," the driver glanced at Cheng Che in the rearview mirror, and said with a smile, "Brother, don't you want to bring back the latest autumn bag for your girlfriend?"

If he took Cheng Che to go shopping in a luxury shopping mall, he would hope to receive some tips from the shopping mall.

Cheng Che immediately replied with a blank expression: "No money, no girlfriend, and no knowledge of fashion."

Negative triple.

The driver's face froze a little, and he quickly changed the subject, "Is the little brother interested in art?"

"Are you talking about the kind of graffiti on the street?" Because of the "bag recommendation" just now, Cheng Che sneered sarcastically.

But what he said is also the truth, starting from the airport, and now gradually entering the bustling town, the walls, bridge pillars and even the roadside, from time to time you can see all kinds of colorful, avant-garde, or abstract, There are also a small number of murals or graffiti that are sketched by children.

"How is that possible? I'm talking about the Miare Art Museum, a must-see attraction in Miare." The driver finally recommended a reliable tourist attraction.

"Oh," Cheng Che asked curiously, "there are so many graffiti outside, so the government doesn't care?"

"Theoretically, it's not allowed. Before graffiti on the street needs to be approved by the government," the driver sighed, "but artists, do you understand? They are the kind of weirdos who pride themselves on not being controlled by the government. The more the government prohibits Illegal graffiti, the more they are keen to create secretly, even if they are arrested and detained by public security and fined, they will never tire of it.”

"An artist," Cheng Che nodded approvingly, "art, if you follow the rules, you probably won't get any inspiration."

"Ah, yes, that's what it means. Before, some passengers asked me if they could give me money to have my car sprayed with his design."

"That's not very good."

"The pattern is a vice Luo girl. I refused, fearing that the car would be impounded by the traffic police."

"Awesome..." Cheng Che was speechless for a while, looking at the various graffiti that appeared from time to time outside the car window, feeling deeply embarrassed by the local municipality, "Knights, artists, what else is there?"

"Hey," the driver's smile became a little ambiguous, "There is also Aventure here, and Miare City is also known as the capital of Aventure. The girls here are beautiful and active. I don't have a girlfriend, maybe I can do it here." Find your soul mate."

Tsk - Cheng Che couldn't help shivering.He had a hunch that if he did this, he wouldn't have to go back to Golden City.

"Thank you, dare not dare."

Not long after, the taxi slowed down slowly.

The driver turned sideways to remind Cheng Che, "Here we are."

"here it is……"

"No. 256, Autumn Avenue."

A small iron street sign "No. 256 Autumn Avenue" hangs on a column, with an arched floor-to-ceiling window on the left and an open door on the right, above which hangs a sign "Treasure Cafe" .

Isn't it a matter of course for masters to pit masters and masters to pit apprentices?

(End of this chapter)