The opponent seized this moment, jumped up high and hit Lin Chong with a kick on the neck, causing him to fall straight down. The opponent did not let go, lying on Lin Chong's body and hitting him hard with his fists.

Chu Xue was unmoved, but the audience supporting Lin Chong below were furious. All kinds of voices came overwhelming, and they wanted to go up and tear the man apart. After struggling twice, Lin Chong still couldn't get up, and he completely collapsed on the ring.

, the referee saw that the man was no longer able to resist, so he climbed to Lin Chong's side and patted the floor, still counting down.

The boxer was already cheering.

Suddenly, a strong man came out of nowhere and rushed onto the stage. He was attacking the man's back. Before the man could react, he strangled his neck with his forearm from behind. He started to walk to the side of the ring until he retreated to the edge.

He exerted force again, and the two figures fell off the ring together with a "bang" sound. Not only did the audience not be surprised, but the howling became louder and louder.

The referee looked around in confusion, then raised the arm of Lin Chong who was lying on the ground. He won.

The sound got louder again and almost knocked down the roof of the house.

"There is a brother named Geng Mo, how could you lose?" Chuxue retracted her gaze and turned to look at the box.

She could even think of the kid talking and laughing inside, and murmured slowly: "Not everyone can have him. Life without him is nothing..."

After Chuxue came downstairs, she did not continue in the arena. Instead, she walked out of the door and stood under the stars. Behind the boxing ring was a forest, a pavilion and flowing water. Compared to the hustle and bustle inside, it was much quieter here.

It's just that people with excessive dopamine secretion always do some shameful things in the woods and make less than pleasant noises.

She walked to the pavilion and sat down, the woods behind her swaying in the night wind.

At this time, there were two figures under the moonlight blocked by the leaves. They came here just to relax and relieve stress. No one would deliberately care about whether it was elegant or not. On the contrary, it was much safer than the wilderness outside.

After the man saw clearly that the person who came was Chuxue, he originally wanted to give up all his efforts but then showed his glory again, causing the girl to secretly curse that the deal was a lost cause.

Chuxue looked at the moon in the sky, like a nun who has entered samadhi, filtering out the bad dregs, and what is left is the unique beauty of Daiyu burying flowers.

A man walked up the path in front of her, stumbling and stumbling. He was also accustomed to the howling of wild cats and had no emotion at all. He lowered his head and put on a short-sleeved shirt bought at a street stall and a pair of shorts.

Wear shoes on your feet.

As if I knew Chuxue would be here, I walked into the pavilion and sat on the bench opposite.

"He's here, right? I saw it, it should be him..."

It was Lin Chong who spoke. The blood stains on his face had been wiped off, but the swelling could not subside. There were bruises and purples, and there was only a gap in his eyes. He was holding a cigarette in his hand. He was making no less than before, and he was on a high level.

But it has dropped a lot, and it is not as good as the low-end cigarettes Peng Li gave him back then.

"Yes, it's upstairs, in the third master's box."

Chuxue responded with a tone like an old friend, not a little shaken by Lin Chong's love or the past.

Lin Chong still lowered his head. He was very tired, and his body had been scattered. He was only wrapped in the outer skin. If you look closely, you will find that his inner thigh is trembling. It is a spasm caused by severe pain.

At this moment, he had to grit his teeth and not scream out. He didn't want to scream out in front of Chuxue, and he couldn't take analgesics, which would paralyze his nerves and reduce his reaction level. His biggest pastime was to smoke cigarettes, but he couldn't smoke too much, as it would reduce his reaction level.

Lung capacity.

"I'm still not as good as him!"

Lin Chong pondered for a long time, then put the cigarette into his mouth after saying something, and took a heavy puff. The cigarette in his hand was not considered a good one. He inhaled so hard that yellow smoke oil hung on the white cigarette rod, and he still held it in a little longer.

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The same words he says now are more interesting than before. At least the childishness on his face has faded and grown into fortitude.

If Peng Li were placed in front of him now, he would never say anything like "I want to sleep with you" again. Facing Chu Xue, he could also control himself not to say the slightest excessive words.

The smoke he exhaled was blown away by the night wind. He raised his hand and looked at the cigarette butt. He saw that there was still a little bit of white on the cigarette butt. He took two heavy puffs before stamping out the cigarette butt: "If he is not here tonight, I will lose!"

After Lin Chong finished speaking, he stood up and put his feet on the bench, climbed down and did push-ups on the ground with his hands on his hands. The speed was not fast. He lay down and lifted up until he was in position before doing the next step. Chu Xue was still sitting opposite, under the moonlight.

Her face was like a layer of thick frost, and her beauty as she looked at the moon was extremely inconsistent with Lin Chong's movement style.

Being seen may even be interpreted as a hint.

But if they recognize this person as Little Tornado, no one will have such thoughts. Anyone who is a regular in this place will know that this person is a lunatic.

His performance off the stage is exactly the same as on stage. He may conserve his energy backstage while waiting to go on stage, but as long as he can still open his eyes after the stage, he will not let himself be idle. There are barbells and sandbags, and when the worst happens, his eyes will be open.

Even if he is still conscious, he will always do sit-ups to exercise his abdominal muscles.

He never rides a car or a bicycle. He runs here and there again. It is said that this can exercise his leg strength.

Chuxue finally turned her head to look at him. She did not mock but stated the facts: "Some people are destined to sit upstairs and watch, and some people are destined to fight on the stage. There is no comparison and no comparison..."

Beads of sweat were already dripping on Lin Chong's chin. He had tolerated the feeling of sweat scratching the wound and could not feel the pain. The beads of sweat fell to the ground again. He stood up and thought for a while and said: "Brother Mo's words have never been heard before.

I understand, now I understand, it’s too late.” After saying that, he bent his arms and lowered them.

He now finally understood what Brother Mo often meant by talking less and doing more. On the first day he came, he could barely defeat a player at the lowest level. After two days, he only got beaten when he met a more powerful player.

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But after doing two thousand push-ups every day, it only took a week, and he found that he could torture his opponent and couldn't withstand two punches. When he added a thousand sit-ups every day, he could not stand being kicked in the stomach.

It doesn't hurt so much anymore.

Following Brother Mo behind him and wielding a pickaxe gave him part of his talent, and exercising like a lunatic every day was considered hard work.

In the blink of an eye, sweat had formed a puddle on the concrete floor: "The so-called youth is an excuse, Brother Mo said, we have no parents, no mother, no ancestors to shadow us, we have to work hard to earn even a grain of rice. We didn't have it before.

Take it seriously, now I understand!"
Chapter completed!