The Trainer's Way of Fighting

Chapter 241 Carlos Parade

Standing in front of Zhenai Café with a trolley suitcase on his back, the taxi behind him was already galloping away to find the next passenger. Cheng Che took a photo of the entire store and sent it to Master in confusion.

Cheng Che: Master, look at the photos, is there something wrong?

No reply, maybe a game?
Looking in from the door, the cafe is full of green plants whose names are unknown. It is late autumn, and only a few flowers are still blooming tenaciously.The solid wood tables and chairs, bar counter and classical-style decoration seem to freeze the time of the cafe in the last century. Standing outside the door, you can smell the fragrance of coffee from the past.

I don't know if it's because the coffee tastes bad, or because it's still far away from the off-duty time. There are only three customers in the cafe with a cup of coffee in front of them, reading or working.

It seems that this cafe has been open for some years. It doesn't look like a cafe opened after the dojo closed down, and the area is not enough to open a dojo. The barista inside is young, and it doesn't look like Cheng Che's ancestor.

'Anyway, first ask the people inside if they know anything about Wude.The position reported by the master must have something to do with him, right? Cheng Che reluctantly pulled the lever of the box and walked into the cafe.

"Hello," Cheng Che lightly tapped on the bar table.

The barista slightly opened his right eye, "The brand is below, choose by yourself."

With this attitude, it's no wonder your cafe business is so poor.

In order to continue the consultation, Cheng Che picked a cup at random: "Oatmeal latte, take it away,"

"Oh," the barista slowly got up and started picking coffee beans.

While he was making coffee, Cheng Che scanned the QR code to pay, and asked, "Excuse me, is there a fighting dojo, karate training class, or martial arts school here or nearby?"

"No." The barista said lazily.

Cheng Che pursed his lips and continued to ask, "Then have you heard of the name Wu De?"

"No," still so crisp.

Trouble—the thought came to both of them at the same time.

"Then is there anyone here who comes here often, from the Kanto Alliance?" Cheng Che described with a little information: "A man, under the age of 50, should look quite powerful, or he can be seen at first sight." The kind that can play very well. Maybe I came to you to inquire about the transfer or something?"

"No," the barista covered the heat and aroma of the coffee with a lid, put a paper holder on the paper cup jacket, and pushed it in front of Cheng Che: "Oatmeal latte. If you want to find someone, go to the newspaper and post a missing person notice." go."

After thinking about it, he complained again: "Don't come to the cafe or tavern to ask someone, you read too many novels."

Hiss - Cheng Che picked up the coffee, suppressed the urge to spill it, gritted his teeth and said two words: "Thank you."

"Philimon! Philemon!" A middle-aged man who was reading a book yelled at the barista, "It's almost 4 o'clock, turn on the TV! The parade is about to begin!"

"Oh oh oh!" The barista named Philemon patted his cheeks, picked up his mobile phone and glanced at it, "The alarm clock didn't go off, there's still time. Uncle Austin, you're too impatient."

boom.

Austin patted the table hard, and the little coffee in the coffee cup swirled in the cup, "Hurry up, what are you talking about."

"That's it," responded the man sitting at another table with his hand still on the laptop.

"Look, everyone thinks so," Austin's moustache curled up triumphantly, "Boys from other alliances, let's sit down and watch together. After a while, only Carlos can see the spectacle."

"Ah, okay," Cheng Che held the hot coffee in his hand, looked at the location of the TV on the wall in the cafe, and randomly picked an empty seat and sat down.

Only then did he discover that the positions of the three guests and the barista had been specially selected, so that they could all watch the TV from an excellent position.

The barista Philemon took out the remote control from under the bar, pressed it lightly, and the TV turned on.

After a few boring advertisements, the screen changed, and a beautiful female reporter appeared. She was located on the Champs Elysees Avenue in Miare, with bustling crowds and the cleared Central Avenue behind her. The tall and majestic Arc de Triomphe.

From the reporter's explanations and interviews, Cheng Che knew that the purpose of the parade was to send a group of people headed by Yan Kai to the P1 Champions Cup, and he couldn't help being surprised for a moment.

I came to the Carlos League because of the P1 Champions Cup and found that I couldn't find my master. The Carlos League is holding a parade to send off their king to participate in the P1 Champions Cup. It's a bit like a wonderful circle of fate.

On the screen, the scene quickly changed to the empty street, and the crowd on both sides of the road gradually became quiet, looking towards the end of the road.

The sound of passionate musical instruments came, and a group of students in beautiful uniforms walked at the front of the parade from a distance.

Each of the flag team in the first three rows rotated and waved a one-person-high flag neatly, followed by a girl who served as the leader of the march and held a baton.Behind her, lined up in three columns, passing trombones, trumpets, French horns, bass drums, piccolos and other instruments in turn.

After the long marching band, there are all kinds of floats coming slowly, like a small train, constantly spouting colorful smoke and dragging out a long tail; there is a huge Pikachu doll in a detective suit. Waving awkwardly to both sides; there are young girls who only wear cool bikinis in autumn and wear gorgeous wings behind their backs...

Small bands, people wearing all kinds of fancy clothes, and all kinds of strangely dressed elves walked in various flower shops, interacting with the crowd on both sides of the road from time to time, and countless petals were scattered around.

No wonder there are so few customers in the cafe.No wonder there are so few pedestrians here on Autumn Avenue.No wonder you arrived at your destination so quickly after coming from the airport.

Cheng Che suddenly realized that he would not have come to this cafe if he had known earlier, and went directly to watch the parade.

The cheers and cheers of the crowd on the TV surged from far to near like ocean waves.

After a float like a small castle passed by, a man holding a helmet and wearing silver and gold full-body armor walked alone in the middle of the avenue, strutting and waving to both sides of the road from time to time.A bird-like signature haircut shows his identity - Yankai, the king of the Carlos League.

Behind him, there are knights in two rows, wearing all kinds of splendid armor.The music of the brass band gradually faded away, the sound of armor rubbing against the ground, the sound of iron boots stomping on the ground, and the cheers of the crowd all intertwined together, as if bringing Cheng Che back to the era of knights that had passed away.

People from the Carlos League really know how to play...

(End of this chapter)