"W-where is this?"

With a trance in his mind, Chu Yan opened his eyes.

His vision was slightly blurry, and even a little bloody, but it wasn't hard for him to find that he was lying in an operating room.

A group of doctors and nurses were anxiously busy around him, perhaps because they were so busy that they didn't even put a surgical cloth on his face in the first place.

This gave Chu Yan a chance to take a look at the surrounding environment.

Are they preparing to operate on me?

gradually clarified his thinking, which made Chu Yan come to such a conclusion.

Oh yes, I look like I've been knocked out in the ring······

Probably finally remembering something, Chu Yan let out a weak breath, his dizzy brain and throbbing chest made him gradually recover some of his previous memories.

Chu Yan is an MMA mixed martial arts fighter, not very professional, and may still be a bit amateur, so he can only participate in some small events, and it is even a little difficult to support himself.

But he really loves the sport.

He loves the feeling of standing inside the Circle because he can feel his heart pounding every time he caresses the walls with his hand.

He loved the sound of the wind when he swung his fist, because it meant that the air was kissing his arm and the breeze was stirring his sweat.

He likes to listen to the cheers of the audience, because the kind of mountain roar and tsunami is enough to make people's blood boil.

He prefers the thrill of fighting opponents, the unabashed, even a little cruel, savagery.

Because only when he is in it, he can vent his emotions wantonly, not as any cover-up, just need to integrate them into his fists, and then hit out, and he can get a response from his opponent.

He was so focused on it that he set out to follow the path despite his congenital heart defect.

It doesn't matter if he's ignorant, or if he's looking for death, but in his opinion, that's his dream.

He has no relatives, no friends, and no partner, so he doesn't drag anyone down.

He can take responsibility for his own life, which is why he made the decision to make MMA his own.

For this reason, he concealed his physical condition, signed a waiver agreement, bought an insurance policy that he did not know if he could make a claim, and handed it over to the social welfare agency. Then, with the determination to treat each time as the last, he stepped onto the arena without any scruples.

He enjoyed every fight, the heaviness of every punch.

He was so enthusiastic about it, because it made him feel, it made him really feel, that his broken heart could burst out with such a vigorous life.

Chu Yan is talented, and his technique can almost be said to be unrivaled in his current stage, which makes him undefeated in the two years since his debut.

Until the most recent fight, he was punched in the chest by his opponent and then punched in the jaw. Only then did he realize the first failure in his life, and of course, it could be the last.

He fainted, and by the time he woke up again, he was already here, in the operating room.

Am I dying?

Chu Yan thought so, because he found that his heart was weakening rapidly.

But he didn't regret it.

So much so that he even had a smile on his face before losing consciousness again.

It was a relieved smile.

Oh, what a punch, really, thank you······

Being able to die on the arena he loves the most may be the greatest consolation for his short life.

It's just that after all, it's a bit regrettable, isn't it?

I haven't had time to stand on the bigger stage and prove myself.

I haven't had time to raise my arms and shout and lift a trophy that is just for me······

······

"Ahh

His face was covered with sweat, and his mouth was gasping for breath, like a drowning man who had just been rescued from shore, looking around in a daze with a hint of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Chu Yan muttered to himself, lowered his head, and examined his palm.

The hands were completely different from what he had remembered, with no thick joints, no worn calluses, only a kind of slenderness and whiteness like a woman's.

Is this my hand?

Chu Yan thought in amazement, and his heaving chest gradually calmed down.

Am I not, dead?

Frowning his brows tightly, Chu Yan felt that his thoughts were very chaotic, chaotic, and even gave him a headache, oh no, it should be said that he had a splitting headache.

And this confusion is the reason why he sits up with a scream.

"Hmm. Raising his hand to cover his forehead with difficulty, Chu Yan snorted in pain.

He remembered that he must have died in the operating room.

But why, he woke up again, and there seemed to be an extra memory in his mind, a memory that shouldn't have belonged to him.

At the same time, what made him even more incomprehensible was that the owner of this memory seemed to be also called Chu Yan.

Chu Yan, 16 years old, is a freshman at Binhai No. 1 High School······

"Damn, these are all these······

As the headache became more and more intense, Chu Yan said with difficulty, and then fainted on the bed again.

······

The evening sun illuminates the streets of the town quietly and beautifully, with a slight crimson sunset, mixed with a few wisps of golden red paved in the air, which makes people can't help but pay attention to it.

Probably when a chirping sparrow, flapping its wings and flying away from a telephone pole.

Chu Yan in the room woke up faintly.

He felt like he had a dream, a long dream, and this dream finally made him realize the current situation.

His name is Chu Yan, and he has crossed over.

At a certain moment, Chu Yan thought that he had become the protagonist of a third-rate web novel. However, reality told him that all of this was true.

He did travel to a teenager who was also named Chu Yan, and what was even more coincidental was that this teenager had just lost his father and mother in a car accident.

Well, isn't this a typical time-traveling template?

It's just that in the following understanding, Chu Yan also found some other details in the young man's memory.

First of all, this is not a world that conforms to his common sense.

Because of the imbalance between men and women, and the congenital physical superiority of women, this world seems to be a matriarchal society. Women occupy most of the majority of society, the ratio of men to women is 1:10, and women are naturally more physically fit than men.

This has led to the fact that in terms of the concept of gender, it can be said to be almost completely reversed from the previous world that Chu Yan understood.

Women marry and men match, bully women and bully men, women chase men across the mountain, men chase women across the veil, etc., these idioms and phrases have been reversed. Even historical figures have been reversed in gender.

The first hero Cao Xiang is actually a white-faced woman who likes her husband, and the romantic and free Li Bai has actually become a woman, and she once wrote poems for a beautiful man named Yang Yuhuan. The famous generals and emperors of the past dynasties have also changed into women, but Wu Zetian has become the only male emperor.

This series of completely upside-down worldviews made it take Chu Yan a long time to reluctantly accept it.

However, he didn't care too much about this, after all, no matter what world he was in, as long as he could continue to chase his dreams.

To put it bluntly, he just wants to box.

Thankfully, there are no congenital defects in this body, and the heart is healthy. This made Chu Yan extremely happy, and even had an urge to scream to vent his joy.

Indeed, such a body is really great for him. You can no longer have reservations to exercise, punch, run, and sweat wantonly. It is no exaggeration to say that at this time, he has already begun to look forward to the future.

"It's just that the bones of the body are still a little weak. Chu Yan smiled and glanced at his emaciated arm.

"But it doesn't matter, these are things that can be exercised. ”

Chu Yan was very confident in this, after all, in his previous life, he could train such a broken body into a "weapon". In this life, in the face of such a healthy body, what can he worry about.

It's a pity that at this time, he didn't know that it was almost impossible for the male body in this world to exercise any powerful muscles. It's like an object specially designed for viewing, and there is an essential gap between it and women's physical fitness.

"By the way, there's one more thing to keep an eye on. Chu Yan continued to recall his memories as he spoke.

The day before he crossed over, the teenager's parents had just held a funeral.

However, as a minor, according to local law, a juvenile does not have the right to inherit property directly. So he was to be adopted into the name of an immediate family member and be raised. That relative will become the juvenile's guardian and will have the right to dispose of the juvenile's parents' property.

It was supposed to be a fixed process, but the teenager's immediate family members are no longer alive, and even his aunt died in an accident two years ago.

As a result, the boy was passed on to his aunt's adopted daughter.

The adopted daughter will come to pick him up tomorrow.

Well, according to the memory of the teenager, this cousin, whom he didn't know much, was a student at a second-rate undergraduate university, working part-time as a cartoonist, but obviously not very famous, and his income was to the extent that he couldn't starve to death.

Usually sloppy in life, it can be said that she is a typical otaku. So that the teenager's impression of her is really not very good, to put it seriously, there may be some disgust.

Chu Yan has always maintained an indifferent attitude towards this.

Anything else is fine, as long as you don't be too difficult to get along with.

In short, knowing that she will come to pick her up tomorrow, just prepare psychologically.

Chu Yan thought so and got up from the bed.

Now he's going to get something to eat, then take a break and get ready to work out.

As an MMA mixed martial arts fighter, Chu Yan has a strict schedule, after all, a regular routine is the first step to improving his body.

Walked into the living room, opened the fridge and found that there were still two loaves of bread and a bottle of milk inside. Considering his current situation, Chu Yan didn't pursue any nutrition, took them out and took them apart, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The bread didn't taste very good, but luckily the milk was quite mellow, offsetting the sourness of the bread.

"Whew. ”

After eating this so-called "dinner", Chu Yan sat on the sofa and rested for forty minutes, and then began to do pre-workout warm-up exercises.

It must be admitted that even though he has been prepared, the weakness of this body is still a little beyond his imagination.

Just after a set of warm-ups, he was already out of breath.

"It's a terrible feeling. ”

Soon, however, when he did his first push-up, he experienced a completely different taste.

Very tired, yes very tired, this body has very little strength, even just doing a push-up seems quite strenuous.

But he could feel that his heart was still beating vigorously, and it was beating heavier and heavier with his breathing.

For Chu Yan, this feeling was obviously quite unfamiliar. In his previous life, every time he trained intensely, his heart would fail, forcing him to stop and rest.

Now, however, the powerlessness that has haunted him all his life seems to have completely disappeared. In contrast, the blood flowing at an accelerated pace throughout the body and the air rushing desperately into the chest cavity.

So Chu Yan then did the second push-up, then the third, and then the fourth.

His breathing grew more and more rapid, until he reached the twentieth and his arms were already shaking, sweat running down his cheeks, and his back seemed to moan in pain.

But Chu Yan always had a smile on his face.

Hearty, that's right, at this moment, he can only think of such a word to describe his current mood.

He had never been so happy, letting his clothes be soaked with sweat, this feeling was enough to make people addicted.

Knowing that excessive exercise would cause negative effects, so after just doing forty push-ups, Chu Yan stopped, and then turned his body over and lay on the ground.

He put his arms on the bridge of his nose, half-covering his eyes, his chest heaving, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but curl slightly.

"Ha, hahaha······"

In the slightly dimly lit room, the lonely laughter of the teenager could be heard.

Something that I don't know if it was tears or sweat ran down the crook of his arm and dripped between the floors.

It's so good, Chu Yan, who was almost unable to stand up anymore, thought so.

It's great to be able to live so healthy again······

It wasn't until the laughter gradually subsided that Chu Yan slowly raised his hand and shook it to the sky.

His eyes were red, but his gaze was unwavering.

This time, I must hold on to my own dreams and will not let go again.