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At half past four, the phone rang. Wang Zewen turned over and turned off the alarm on his Nokia green screen phone. He got up from the small sofa in the boxing gym, folded the towel covering himself, got up and opened the door of the boxing gym.

I washed up, put on an old set of sportswear, pushed the door open, and stretched my muscles first. After warming up, I started jogging around the boxing gym. After a while, I met other boxers in the boxing gym.

"Good morning Awen."

"morning."

There was not much communication, just a simple hello. They were three or four years younger than Wang Zewen and were not very familiar with Wang Zewen. Moreover, the coach often used Wang Zewen as a negative example.

A negative example of someone who became famous at a young age and then became famous, and finally made himself unable to compete. No one wants to be like Wang Zewen, and no one wants to deal with someone like Wang Zewen.

It was not until six o'clock that the lady in the cafeteria had already prepared the food. A normal boxer would have five meals a day, but Wang Zewen could only count as cleaning and only provide for three meals. Wang Zewen had to handle the rest of the meals himself.

I wasn’t very full last night, and I’m already starving now. What I was served this morning was bread and noodles. I scooped up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them into my mouth. Pigs make noises when they eat. He makes noises when he eats. Hehehehe, five.

Within minutes, a large bowl full of noodles was stuffed into his stomach, and he even took a piece of bread before leaving.

At this time, the boxers had just finished eating and resting, and Wang Zewen also took advantage of no one's time to start his own physical training. Although it was very unhealthy to do so, and Wang Zewen even made himself vomit at the beginning, but he had no other choice, either

If you don't practice and go home to sell seafood, you will risk gastroptosis if you train.

He chose the latter.

He is actually a genius, a fighting genius. He was the junior kickboxing champion in the intercontinental competition at the age of seventeen, and won the national professional kickboxing championship at the age of eighteen. If he had not committed any crime, he would probably be a kickboxing professional in Japan by now.

The league has grown.

Although he has not had a training team for six years, his physical fitness is still the best in the boxing gym. There are only a few heavyweight boxers, but his ordinary clean and jerk can make the lightweight boxers stunned.

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Not everyone can be called a genius. The only genius in the boxing gym before was Wang Zewen. If the boxing gym hadn't discovered a new genius, Wang Zewen probably wouldn't be where he is now.

He made a mistake and he should bear the price for his mistake. This is true, but what really caused his current predicament was the environment of the boxing gym.

When the boxers went upstairs to do physical exercises, he could only wipe here and there with a rag, leaving footprints on the plastic floor. He squatted down and wiped it clean. When he looked up again, he saw the person he didn't want to see.

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Coach Song lowered his head and glanced at him, his face still calm. Even if it had been like this for six years, Wang Zewen couldn't accept it. After all, he lost his father when he was young, and this was the person he once regarded as his father.

Not knowing how to face him, Wang Zewen chose to stay away from him, sitting aside and listening to him scolding other boxers.

There is a saying that is really right. He reprimands you because he needs to be responsible for you. If he has nothing to do with you, there is no need to reprimand you.

Wang Zewen really hoped that the coach who had brought him up since childhood would reprimand him even once, but now... he hasn't heard Coach Song say a word to him in six years.

He left a little disappointed and looked back at Coach Song, but there was still no surprise.

If there is no hope, then stay away and not see her. At least your heart will not be tortured.

...

"His second uncle, um...Did Awen come over to help?"

The mother walked to her second uncle's seafood stall, looked around and saw no sign of Awen, so she opened her mouth to ask, although she knew in her heart that it was not very possible.

"It's weird that he can come. Hey sister, seventy-four and six, just give me seventy-four. You must not be short of anything. If you don't come to me, my stall is here and I can't run away...

...Can he come by himself? You can't even pull him over. If he's so old and he still doesn't do business, you might as well go to the boxing gym and make trouble so that he can't stay and he won't have money to eat.

, naturally go work and earn money, he may hate you for a while, but it is better than him still having that dream."

The second uncle tied up the foam box with tape and handed it to the elder sister who bought crabs. The cigarette butt in his mouth was almost burned to the cigarette holder, and the ash had not been flicked off. There was a long length left. He sat on a stool and threw away the cigarette butt.

Trampled to death on the ground, the second uncle played a damaging trick on Awen's mother.

"That won't work... He's such an old man and he wants to save face... I can't do that. I just hope he can have a serious job, as long as he can support himself. I asked him before

It was my idea to learn boxing. Now that this road is dead, I have a responsibility. It will be good to find a wife in the future."

"Sigh... A young man of his age will definitely be able to find a wife if he has the skills and abilities. You are thinking too much now. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Why bother worrying so much."

"He is already twenty-six years old. He is not young anymore. It is time for him to get a wife. How could I not worry about it? Forget it, he still wants to practice... Just let him practice again.

Maybe... I can get a fight, then I will go home and work, and let his second uncle go."

The mother smiled sheepishly. Although this was her husband's biological brother, she still felt a little embarrassed to express her doting on her son. She covered her left hand with her right hand, rubbed the back of her hand gently, and turned around to leave.

The second uncle was very addicted to cigarettes. He lit another one and took a puff. Then he took a bag and put a few abalones in it. He walked out of the stall and called Awen's mother.

"Sister-in-law! Take this, you little bastard, didn't you go home yesterday? Don't worry about it all day. Take this, go back and try it. It's not expensive, it's artificially bred. You don't look very good.

Go home and take a nap.”

The two argued for a while, and the mother accepted the second uncle's kindness and left slowly carrying the white and red plastic bag. The second uncle looked at Awen's mother and blew out a puff of smoke.

"What a fucking bastard."

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"Bang bang bang...ha!"

The boxing gym not only serves professional boxers, but also recruits some outside students and charges some tuition fees to support professional boxers, creating a complete economic cycle.

Wang Zewen looked at the female student on the stage who was wearing short shorts, a loose vest, and a ponytail, and she was doing target practice, saying "haha" and shaking her head.

The target master who fed the targets on the stage had fed Wang Zewen targets before. He was originally a professional target master, but he became more and more popular and started to lead students to play.

These students are definitely not as aware of quality as professional boxers, and they will take good care of the ring. After all, if you don't take good care of it, the coach will beat you seriously, but these students are paid, so they definitely can't beat you.

Some garbage fell on the ground, which was relatively small. Wang Zewen took a broom and carefully cleaned it up. Then he poured it into the trash can next to him. He looked at the black garbage bag and saw that it was almost full. He seemed to pick it up and throw it away.

"Awen! Please help me! Help me feed the beauty a target. I have a stomachache here~ I've been running around since last night. Please help me for a while. Thank you."

He whispered in Wang Zewen's ear that he was quite shy for such a big man, and he was too embarrassed to say loudly that he had diarrhea. He threw the target into Wang Zewen's arms and rushed into the toilet.

This kind of substitution of feeding targets is not uncommon. Wang Zewen still likes it. Generally, the original target master will give Wang Zewen some money for this kind of thing, so that Wang Zewen's work will not be wasted.

Putting the broom aside, he stepped onto the ring, took the hand target with him, patted the female student on the stage to indicate OK, stretched out his hand, and connected the female student's glove to the hand target. Professional boxer

Target practice is called target practice, and taking students... is actually just taking care of children.

"Hey? Are you that...that what! Who are you? That kickboxing champion! I've seen that video of you beating foreigners, it's so handsome! That high whip kick...

..."

"No, you admitted your mistake. Be serious. Come on, punch left, punch right, beautiful."

After feeding until the target master finished, the female student was still thinking about it. Wang Zewen returned the target to the target master, picked up the broom and the black plastic bag, got up and left.

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