As the ringing bell sounded, the cheering sounds of the boxing fans in the stadium resounded through the sky and the earth, converging into a surging ocean, as if they were about to blow away the dome above their heads.
Of course, some of them yelled Zhuang Yan's name in troubled waters, but they were sparse and unreasonable, and once they were discovered by their companions and friends, they would immediately shut up.
He still shook his hands, laughed dryly, and said with some shame: "I'm not used to shouting before."
"Chen Xuezhen! Chen Xuezhen! Chen Xuezhen!"
The voices of boxing fans gradually became unified. This was the most glorious moment since Chen Xuezhen started boxing. Those colorful lights flashed across his face.
But he was not confused by the enthusiasm of these boxing fans. Boxing fans are big pigs. Last time they treated Zhang Dechi in the same way. After Zhang Dechi lost, no one cared about him immediately. Dechi's posts also disappeared without a trace overnight, and they didn't even bother to pretend.
For boxing fans, supporting any boxer who fights with Zhuang Yan is temporary, but scolding Zhuang Yan is eternal.
Unless there is someone who can defeat Zhuang Yan in this ring.
Chen Xuezhen had no confidence in defeating Bai Zhuangyan. Facing Zhuang Yan, he felt the pressure doubled. When he was in the audience just now, he uttered big words that he would not show mercy to Zhuang Yan, but at this moment he knew that he should Let Zhuang Yan show mercy to his subordinates.
But Zhuang Yan just said backstage that these words don't exist on the ring.
Zhuang Yan exudes an aura that he has never met before. His eyes are sharp, just staring at himself, like a hungry tiger that has just come down the mountain, and he is the lamb that is about to be reduced to the tiger's mouth.
Chen Xuezhen suddenly understood why Zhang Dechi lost in such a short period of time that day.
He tried his best to turn his fear into motivation, took the lead, and rushed to Zhuang Yan's face with a straight fist.
Zhuang Yan swayed to the left, and when Chen Xuezhen's fist missed, he quickly punched, hitting the right side of his chin, then slid back to Chen Xuezhen's face, and continued to attack. His dexterity was unimaginable.
Coach Chen Xuezhen told him that Zhuang Yan's waist injury could not be completely recovered. Last time he was in the boxing ring, he was probably trying to hold on. He didn't mean to defeat Zhang Dechi in sixteen seconds, but he had to do it in such a way. Defeating the opponent in a short time, the longer the game, the more unfavorable it is for Zhuang Yan, so Chen Xuezhen should try to delay the game as long as possible.
As long as he defeats Zhuang Yan on the stage, he will become famous in one fight and become a new star in the boxing world.
This is indeed a future full of temptations, but Chen Xuezhen found that he was actually reluctant to do so. He had indeed gritted his teeth with hatred for Zhuang Yan in countless dark nights. Ultimate yearning.
But now, seeing Zhuang Yan with his own eyes, he wanted Zhuang Yan to go further, and wanted him to regain his own glory.
Instead of adopting guerrilla tactics as instructed by the coach before he came to the stage, he directly confronted Zhuang Yan. He tried again to send Zhuang Yan a straight punch. withdraw.
On stage, Zhuang Yan didn't have as many mental activities as Chen Xuezhen. There was only one thought left in his mind, if he wanted to win, he had to win.
He was tired of the current mutual testing with Chen Xuezhen, Zhuang Yan followed closely, breaking Chen Xuezhen's fist with a heavy punch.
Chen Xuezhen's basic skills are fairly solid, but when facing Zhuang Yan, basic skills alone are not enough. Even if he realized his small mistake and corrected it immediately, his defense was eventually broken by Zhuang Yan, and he stabbed him. Like a rain of rain, he hit Chen Xuezhen's head like a rain, and he raised his hand to block it, like a mantis' arm serving as a car, without any effect.
Zhuang Yan's fists were fast and heavy, Chen Xuezhen's mind went blank, he couldn't remember all the experiences and methods he summed up in his daily life, he was like a weak and helpless cub, bearing the anger from the Tyrannosaurus rex.
Zhuang Yan's level seems to be more prosperous than before.
The boxing fans in the audience cheered loudly, dancing with excitement, their faces flushed, and they couldn't remember which camp they were in before the start of the match.
Let's just say that these boxing fans are big pigs!
Chen Xuezhen was hit on the jaw, and the flesh and bones in his brain seemed to tremble. He fell heavily on the ground, and the mouthguard almost flew out of his mouth.
He felt that his previous mental activities of being reluctant and unbearable were superfluous, but Zhuang Yan's current state didn't seem to be forced at all.
But he looks so good-looking.
After Chen Xuezhen fell down, Zhuang Yan withdrew his hand and returned to the center of the ring to stand up like an emotionless machine. His expression didn't fluctuate when he saw Qin Ruoshui in the audience area.
Qin Ruoshui frowned, and put down both hands that were about to applaud.
The boxing fans in the audience came back to their senses, looked left and right, and called Chen Xuezhen's name again in embarrassment, but it was obvious that their voices were not as passionate as before.
The referee came over, bent down and started counting down. Chen Xuezhen opened his eyes and glanced at the timing screen. It was fifty-six seconds, and it turned out that only fifty-six seconds had passed.
There was sixteen seconds of Zhang Dechi. As a professional player, Chen Xuezhen seemed to be able to persist until fifty-six seconds.
Can a fart!
When the referee started counting down to four, Chen Xuezhen climbed up from the ring with his hands on the ground and wiped the corners of his mouth. He had to survive at least one round.
Chen Xuezhen overestimated himself. A round lasted for three minutes, a full 180 seconds.
But after he stood up, less than 20 seconds later, he fell down on the ring again. The fake fans in the audience saw his fall, and knew that the overall situation was settled, and they didn't even do anything superficial. , called his name a few times perfunctorily, and then there was nothing more.
This time Chen Xue really had no strength, his bones ached badly, and the place where Zhuang Yan hit him was burning hot. He once heard an old heavyweight boxer who had fought against Zhuang Yan say that the strength of Zhuang Yan's fists was not like that of a boxer who was born in a lightweight competition. Excuse.
Now that I feel it personally, I know that it is true.
It was the first time he had been hit so badly since joining the boxing club, the first time he had seen so clearly that boxing was a fucking dangerous job.
For some reason, he remembered that when Zhuang Yan participated in the first boxing match many years ago, the somewhat thin Zhuang Yan stood on the stage and faced an opponent who was almost twice his size. Zhuang Yan was knocked down again and again. Land, what was he thinking at that time, how did he persevere to the end, and successfully counterattacked, winning that game.
That was Chen Xuezhen's favorite match. Although Zhuang Yan performed better in many subsequent matches, he will never forget that young man who got up from the stage over and over again.
The referee raised Zhuang Yan's left hand and declared him the winner of the match.
Hearing Zhuang Yan's name vaguely from the cheers from the audience, Chen Xuezhen didn't feel lost or sad, but a strange feeling gradually filled his whole heart, and he slowly laughed.
Zhuang Yan's eyes met Qin Ruoshui's in the audience. This time, a smile finally appeared on his face, like a spring breeze blowing, melting ice and snow.
Qin Ruoshui seemed to have a feather in his heart, and the interlaced lights formed a galaxy-like background behind Zhuang Yan.
His body leaned back slightly, this human being could barely hit, Qin Ruoshui raised his hands and clapped.
His applause and the applause of boxing fans merged together, but Zhuang Yan felt that he heard a different voice, and when he looked at Qin Ruoshui, the smile on his face became even brighter.
Qin Ruoshui's eyes dimmed, this human being must be seducing him again.
After Zhuang Yan pulled Chen Xuezhen up from the ground, he helped him off the stage. There was no other match worth watching in the morning, and the boxing fans got up and left one after another.
The scene of deja vu once again happened in front of the boss. These boxing fans didn't even have the basic cover. They asked each other how much money you bought and how much money you made. They defaulted to each other buying Zhuang Yanying, and then Looking at my balance, I happily left the venue.
Only the boss sat in his seat with a gloomy expression, depressed and out of tune with the cheerful atmosphere around him.
He pondered for a long time, then raised his hand and slapped himself. These bastards were scolding happily on the forum, but at this time they all bought Zhuang Yan to win. It's not a thing, it's not a thing.
I blame myself for being too naive, and I will definitely not listen to these bastards next time.
Zhuang Yan changed his clothes in the background, and Qin Butler was waiting for him at the door when he came out.
There were two rematch matches, and the other match was scheduled for the afternoon. Zhuang Yan's opponent was still a rookie who was playing this kind of formal match for the first time. His level was similar to Chen Xuezhen's. There was no suspense for Zhuang Yan to win.
At night, Zhuang Yan did not go back to the Qin family's manor with Qin Ruoshui, but took a taxi to the hospital to visit Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang recovered very well after the operation. Now he can eat and sleep, and he does some exercise under the supervision of the nurse every day. His health is getting better and better. He was very happy to see Zhuang Yankai looking at him in the evening. Said that he went to boxing again today, and immediately changed his face and continued the cold war.
Zhuang Yan coaxed Mr. Zhuang for a while, dumbfounded, before he made Mr. Zhuang happy. He took out several advertisements of real estate developers from his backpack, so that Mr. Zhuang could pick and choose when he was free.
The salary given by the Qin family is very high. After saving for a year or two plus his boxing bonus, it is almost enough for him to buy a new house. Although there is no problem with the previous house, there are too many people who know it, so it is better to change it. It would be safer to live in a new house, and he could feel more at ease.
Mr. Zhuang took Zhuang Yan's hand and told him to be careful in the ring, and if he couldn't beat him, he would just throw in the towel. He didn't agree with Zhuang Yan to be a professional boxer from the beginning. He couldn't forget Zhuang Yan's first match Yan gritted his teeth and got up again and again, not to mention the tragedy of his fall from the boxing ring in the last match. Thinking of these, Mr. Zhuang felt so distressed to death, and also hated himself for dragging Zhuang Yan down.
Zhuang Yan raised his hand and patted Mr. Zhuang on the shoulder.
Old Man Zhuang held Zhuang Yan's hand, and heaved a long sigh. Sometimes he also hated himself for living too long. He turned his head and looked out the window, and said to Zhuang Yan: "It's getting late, it's getting dark Now, you can go back, Grandpa is fine here."
Zhuang Yan smiled, "I won't go back today, I will stay with you in the hospital."
"Your boss won't be angry?"
"No, Grandpa."
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Qin Ruoshui, the boss who Zhuang Yan said would not get angry, was sitting in front of the window, staring at the entrance of the manor for a long time, until the sky darkened a little bit, and countless stars appeared in this dark blue sky. In the sky, he asked, "Has he not come back yet?"
Butler Qin hesitated for a moment, guessing that Qin Ruoshui was referring to Zhuang Yan, he replied: "Mr. Hui, not yet."
After the words fell, Butler Qin felt that the air around Mr. Qin seemed to freeze for a moment. The weather was getting warmer, why did he feel a little cold.
"Okay, I see, you go down." Qin Ruoshui's voice was cold, without any ups and downs.
Mr. Qin didn't seem to be in a good mood. Butler Qin was never overconfident and felt that he could make Mr. Qin feel better by himself, so after hearing Qin Ruoshui's words, he left the room and closed the door carefully. superior.
Qin Ruoshui stared out of the window for a while, and saw that the gate of the manor was closed by the security guards. He looked away, stood up from the wheelchair, went to the table and picked up the tablet computer on it. After hesitating, he searched in the search bar of the website Type the words Zhuang Yan's historical game video.
He didn't pay much attention, and clicked into the video with the most views. In the video, Zhuang Yan seemed to have drunk fake wine. He was out of shape, and his fists were even softer. The sound of cursing, but Zhuang Yan seemed to be completely immersed in his own world, and he couldn't even feel the pain. He was hit by his opponent several times and lost points again and again.
The curses of the audience were getting louder and louder, but Zhuang Yan's condition on the stage was getting worse and worse.
Qin Ruoshui felt a tightness in his throat, so he raised his hand and turned the tablet upside down on the table.
The picture disappeared together with the sound, and the world immediately became quiet, but Qin Ruoshui's mood did not improve much.
After a while, he turned the tablet over again and continued watching the video just now.
…
The next morning, Zhuang Yan came out of the hospital, and when he got down the steps, he looked up and saw Wen Luochen standing by the side of the road.
What did he come to the hospital for? Could it be that someone from the Wen family was sick? This is a happy event.
Zhuang Yan didn't spend too long on Wen Luochen's body, but what he didn't expect was that after Wen Luochen looked around, his eyes lit up and he walked straight towards him.
It's never good for people from the Wen family to find him, Zhuang Yan frowned slightly, and wanted to turn around and leave.
But he was still a step too late, Wen Luochen stopped in front of Zhuang Yan, with a look of arrogance and contempt, as if his face-to-face conversation with Zhuang Yan was already giving him alms, he said: "I have something to do. want to talk to you."
Zhuang Yan didn't think he had anything to talk about with this young master of the Wen family.
He turned his head to leave, Wen Luochen quickly asked him, "Don't you want to know about Sun Cheng?"
Sun Chengcheng was Zhuang Yan's drunkard who often abused him at home when he was a child. After Zhuang Yan went to the Zhuang family, he rarely saw him again. Later, he went to the city to study, work, buy a house, and took Mr. Zhuang to the city. After that, he never saw Sun Cheng again.
Without even a moment of hesitation, Zhuang Yan blurted out: "I don't want to."
Wen Luochen said, "He's not your biological father."
"I know." He knew it when he was very young. The neighbors around him were all gossips, and they didn't shy away from him at all. He was bought by Sun Cheng from traffickers for 10,000 yuan. All the villagers knew about it, and they often mentioned it in front of him, and asked Zhuang Yan if he missed his biological parents.
Although Zhuang Yan was still young at that time, he remembered these words very clearly.
Wen Luochen asked, "Don't you want to find your biological parents?"
Zhuang Yan turned his head to look at Wen Luochen, and looked him over from head to toe, wondering if he thought it was none of his business to find his biological parents.
"You come with me to get a haircut, how about I help you find your biological parents?" This was the most convenient way Wen Luochen could think of to get Zhuang Yan's hair with follicles.
Zhuang Yan took a step back, wondering if the youngest son of the Wen family is mentally ill, and suggested that Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen take him for a brain CT examination as soon as possible.
"Then I'll give you 20,000 yuan?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head, he really felt that Wen Luochen's brain was not working well, and he might commit some kind of madness later, so he better stay away.
However, it became a prophecy.
Wen Luochen saw that Zhuang Yan refused to enter, and remembered that Mrs. Wen had often mentioned in front of him that she wanted to take another paternity test during this time, and thought that everything she had now might be destroyed by the next paternity test. All disappeared, and all kinds of dark thoughts suddenly surged in his mind.
He thought that if he went out and beat Zhuang Yan now, he might not be able to get his hair.
Wen Luochen was like enlightened, but it's a pity that he didn't get to know Zhuang Yan before he came. With his three-legged cat kung fu, he really couldn't move a single strand of Zhuang Yan's hair.
As soon as he made a move, Zhuang Yan noticed it, and turned sideways to avoid it. Wen Luochen's eyes became more hostile when he saw him avoiding it. The pedestrians around did not want to cause trouble, so they avoided the two of them.
Wen Luochen rushed towards Zhuang Yan again. He used both hands and feet without any tricks, and he couldn't touch Zhuang Yan at all.
Zhuang Yan put his hands in his coat pockets, squinted his eyes at Wen Luochen, avoided the mad dog, and said flatly, "I don't want to do anything."
Wen Luochen, however, continued to pounce on Zhuang Yan like a beast that couldn't understand human language, and vowed not to stop until he got Zhuang Yan's hair.
Zhuang Yan became a little impatient, he took a breath and pulled his hands out.
This situation should be regarded as his legitimate defense.
He raised his hand and punched Wen Luochen on the chin.
His strikes were actually not too heavy, but Wen Luochen's ability to resist blows was a little bit weak, and he sat down on the ground directly.
Zhuang Yan withdrew his hand, sneered, turned and left.
When Wen Luochen was very young, Mr. Wen identified him as the youngest son of their Wen family, and he sent someone to protect him privately, so he didn't get hurt at all. This time was almost the most embarrassing time since he could remember, and it was in public. Under the circumstances, the eyes of everyone passing by him made him feel extremely ashamed.
He raised his head, wanting to find revenge on Zhuang Yan, but found that he had gone far away.
He shouted and threatened Zhuang Yan: "You wait for me—"
Zhuang Yan glanced back, wondering how thick-skinned Wen Luochen was to say such a thing, he was obviously the one who did it first.
Maybe everyone in the Wen family has an extraordinary talent. Zhuang Yan didn't care about it at all. He hailed a taxi and went back to the Qin family's manor.
What Zhuang Yan didn't expect was that the shamelessness of Wen's family was beyond his imagination. Not long after he got home, he was watering the flowers with Butler Qin in the hall when a servant came in and reported, "Butler Qin, Wen Madam is outside and said she wants to see Mr.
Butler Qin stopped watering the flowers for a moment, "Sir is still resting, send them away."