Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 1 Sideways Straight Punch
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shhhhhh!
Fists punched through the air, soles of shoes scraped against the rubber floor.

Under floodlights.

A thin figure stood in the center of the boxing ring, constantly dodging and swinging.

Straight punch, jab, hook, swing.

His eyes were focused, and his punching movements and footwork were meticulous.

Although it looks a little stiff, there is an indescribable sense of seriousness.

After each repetition, it seems as if a subtle correction is being made, a gradual improvement.

Until it becomes smoother and more coordinated...

"Fang Cheng, come over here and help move the mats!"

A call suddenly came into my ears, breaking the atmosphere of the ecstatic practice.

"right away."

Fang Cheng paused, lowered his hands and took a few breaths.

Then he picked up the mop and bucket that were thrown aside and walked down to the clean boxing ring.

"If you like boxing so much, you can apply to be a sparring partner, and the salary will be higher."

"That won't do. If his face gets damaged, half the number of female students coming to our club will be gone..."

Faced with his colleagues' complaints, Fang Cheng did not respond.

He walked forward silently, picked up two sponge pads, and walked towards the equipment room.

I was busy for half an hour.

Outside the window, the city is shrouded in darkness and the lights are dim.

"Finally off work!"

"Let's go have a drink."

"No, I have to pick up my girlfriend..."

As the sounds of conversations and check-ins became sparse, the huge venue fell into silence.

Fang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall.

21: 35.

It’s still early, so I can take a free hot shower.

In the bathroom used exclusively for trainee training, the sound of water soon began to flow.

ten minutes later.

Fang Cheng changed into clean shorts, stepped on the mosaic floor tiles, and walked out of the shower room.

The light on the washstand was bright, and his current appearance was reflected in the mirror.

His shoulders were thin and slightly bony, and his skin was pale and bloodless.

The facial features become more profound and three-dimensional, and the straight nose and thin lip corners all reveal a sense of fragility.

At this moment, the wet hair was stuck to the forehead in messy clumps, covering half of the eyebrows and eyes.

No matter from which angle you look at him, he looks like the kind of pretty boy that girls prefer.

"What's the point of being good-looking? You still can't find a good job..."

Fang Cheng sneered slightly and immediately dried his hair with a towel.

Then he quickly put on his coat, packed his things, picked up his cross-body bag, and walked outside.

Neon signs flicker in the dim night.

The words "Global Elite Fight Club" are displayed.

As soon as I walked out of the glass door, a cold wind blew in my face, like countless tiny needles piercing my skin.

People walking on the road lowered their heads and were fully armed.

Fang Cheng turned up the collar of his jacket and put his hands in his pockets.

I also quickened my pace, carrying my bag, and walked towards the nearby bus stop.

I hope I can catch the last train.

The weather forecast says that on November 11, the first cold wave of winter will arrive in Dongdu City.

If I walk home in this horrible weather, I will definitely catch a cold the next day.

There were a few passengers standing sparsely under the waiting shed, breathing heavily and stamping their feet.

There was also a young girl wearing a short skirt and warm socks, listening to music with earphones on a Walkman.

Fang Cheng walked to the corner and joined the waiting line.

As I stood there silently, a bell suddenly vibrated from inside my blue canvas bag.

"mom……"

"I've already eaten. I've been working overtime."

Fang Cheng took out his cell phone from his bag and talked to his mother who was a nurse in the hospital.

"Has the remittance arrived?"

"It's okay. I'm working as an intern in a large company now. I'm not short of money. Grandpa's illness is more important."

"Yeah, yeah... I know, you should also take care of yourself, the weather is cold recently..."

After chatting for only half a minute, Fang Cheng gently pressed the end button as his mother reminded him.

When I looked up, I found that everyone's eyes seemed to be attracted by me.

Fang Cheng secretly shook his head and carefully hid the expensive mobile phone back into his bag.

Perhaps in their eyes, I am also a person of status?

This is a new product launched by Noah last year.

Compared with the previous "big brick", it is much smaller in size, supports text messaging function, and is much cheaper.

He lived frugally, saved up two months' salary, and rented a second-hand phone from the market.

It costs so much just to make it easier to find a job.

Nowadays, it is mostly used for decoration and I can hardly pay the monthly rent.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes were a little dim.

Although he has a diploma from the law department of a key university, he is not good at speaking and has some sensitive and special reasons.

It has been nearly a year and a half since I graduated, but I still haven't found a job I like.

He didn't want to stay at home, so he chose to do odd jobs while continuing to study hard, preparing to join the army of postgraduate entrance examinations.

On the other hand, those students come from wealthy families.

Their parents arrange for them to take the civil service exams before they even graduate, or they directly intern in large groups or well-known firms.

Fang Cheng did not feel envious.

For a test-taker from a humble background, perhaps taking an exam is the fairest way out.

Instead of competing with others in terms of connections, resources, resume and other glamorous external things.

He was just a little unwilling...

I looked up at the night sky, which was only a stripe left, blocked by the skyscrapers.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering.

Compared with the original world, this world is neither true nor false.

It also has modern civilization and prosperous cities.

However, the development of science and technology in various fields is unbalanced, the gap between the rich and the poor is wider, and social contradictions are more acute.

Just like the Republic of Da Xia where we live now, the chaebol families occupy the main promotion channels and monopolize most of the resources.

Class stratification has reached the point where everyone can curse it but can do nothing about it.

It is too difficult for ordinary civilians at the bottom of society to climb up by just working hard... "Hiccup~"

A middle-aged man with a drunken face and disheveled clothes approached him and stood beside him.

The pungent smell of alcohol and sweat hit me in the face.

Glancing sideways, Fang Cheng calmly moved a few steps away from the drunkard.

Other people waiting for the bus made similar moves.

The drunkard was completely unaware of it. He held a can of beer in his hand and continued to gulp it down.

He seemed to be bored, and after mumbling a few words, he began to smile and harass the woman next to him.

All kinds of dirty words are unbearable to hear.

He even lifted up the young girl's skirt, scaring her so much that she turned pale and ran away quickly.

The drunkard was not ashamed of it. Instead, he laughed and threw the empty beer can on the side of the road.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng just frowned slightly and said nothing.

After struggling in society for a long time, he has become sophisticated and indifferent like those passers-by.

With the economic downturn in recent years, various marginal groups have increased in number, and public security is naturally not very good.

A while ago, there was even a fight between gangs that made the TV news.

"Just like the bad weather..."

Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of white air, looked at the yellow-haired young men in strange costumes across the street, and muttered to himself.

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing?!"

Suddenly, an angry shout interrupted my thoughts.

But the drunkard raised his hand and pointed to the trash can next to him.

Over there stood a skinny little girl, holding a bulging torn sack in her hand.

His dirty face revealed tension and fear, and he seemed a little at a loss.

"Why are you taking my things?"

The drunkard asked again.

The little girl came to her senses, looked down at the beer can she had just picked up, and timidly explained:

"I thought you didn't want it anymore..."

"What do you mean you don't want it? Is that what your parents taught you? You take other people's things without asking first?"

"Then...then I'll give it back to you..."

The little girl lowered her head and reluctantly stretched out her chilblained little hands.

I wanted to return the two-cent beer can to the other person.

The drunkard remained unyielding and slammed the can down.

"How can I drink it when your dirty hands have touched it? It's disgusting! You are so uneducated..."

Everyone waiting for the bus frowned when they heard this, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

The drunkard cursed and seemed to be thinking of some bad things, and his emotions became more agitated.

"Damn it, that bitch looked down on me and cheated on me, and now even a little girl like you dares to look down on me!"

As he said this, he grabbed the sack in her hand and tried to take it away.

"No, no!"

The little girl guarded her hard-earned scavenging results tightly.

However, he was too weak to hold the bag with his whole body and was dragged to his knees on the ground.

Fang Cheng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, almost twisted into a ball.

Suddenly he took a deep breath and turned around.

"Uncle, enough is enough."

"What? You're talking to me?"

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, then let go and turned around, staring at Fang Cheng with wide eyes.

Fang Cheng patiently spoke in a calm tone:
"Life is not easy for everyone, please be considerate of each other."

However, these words did not have any persuasive effect, but instead made the other party even more aggressive.

"What qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson, you little brat? You're a policeman, and you're a rich man, don't be so arrogant!"

The drunkard spit at Fang Cheng and pushed him with his hands.

Fang Cheng was pushed back two steps and couldn't help but push back.

As they were pulling each other, the drunk guy suddenly got angry.

"You little white face, you dare to fight back? I'll kill you!"

Relying on his fat physique, he raised his fist and was about to hit someone.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat and his pupils shrank slightly.

Then, a scene of punching in a boxing ring suddenly flashed through my mind.

So he almost instinctively lowered his body's center of gravity, turned his shoulders and hips, and punched with his back hand.

boom!
A sideways straight punch crossed the arm of the swinging fist and hit the bridge of the nose solidly.

"what--"

The drunkard cried out in pain and covered his face, feeling a little dazed.

I just felt my head buzzing, and all kinds of sweet, spicy, sour and salty tastes surged out.

Then, two streams of bright red liquid slowly flowed down from the nostrils.

He touched his nose and took a look.

He immediately became angry and swore, and rushed over again.

boom!
Still the same punches, same positions.

The drunkard staggered and fell to the ground, sobering up instantly.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and it seemed that his teeth were loosened.

Obviously, he didn't expect to be beaten up by a weak and frail pretty boy.

He was stunned for a long while, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng stopped, shook his head and sighed:
"Uncle, the weather is cold, go home early."

At this time, the sound of sirens was faintly heard in the distance.

The middle-aged man shuddered, hurriedly got up, turned around and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

Other people around and passers-by saw this scene and pointed and talked about it in surprise.

Fang Cheng took a breath, picked up the shoulder bag thrown aside, patted it silently, and put it on his shoulder again.

He turned to look at the little girl's smiling face with tears in her eyes.

Although I didn't gain any benefits or advantages from it, I felt an inexplicable emotion surge up in me.

My chest felt hot, like a torch on a cold winter night.

It makes you feel warm and also illuminates the cold darkness around you.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered.

A line of small words appeared in the field of vision like a game prompt.

[You defeated an equally matched opponent, Boxing skill experience +20]

(End of this chapter)