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

Washed up, changed into a set of old sportswear, pushed the door out, stretched my muscles first, warmed up, began to jog around the gym, and after a while, I met other fighters in the gym.

"Aven morning. ”

"Early. ”

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

A negative textbook that swelled after becoming famous at a young age, and finally made himself a negative textbook with no game to play, no one wants to be like Wang Zewen, and no one cares about people like Wang Zewen.

Ran until six o'clock, the canteen aunt had already prepared the food, the normal boxer is five meals a day, and Wang Zewen can only be regarded as cleaning, only for three meals, and the rest of the meals have to be solved by Wang Zewen himself.

I didn't eat very much last night, and now I'm hungry, this morning I served bread and noodles, and I fished a chopstick and stuffed the noodles into my mouth, and the pig ate what was the movement, he was eating, and in five minutes, a large basin full of noodles was stuffed into his stomach, and he took a piece of bread before leaving.

At this time, the fighters had just finished eating and resting, and Wang Zewen also took advantage of no one's time to start his physical training, although it was very unhealthy to do so, and even Wang Zewen practiced vomiting for himself at the beginning, but he had no other choice, either not practicing and selling seafood at home, or taking the risk of stomach prolapse to train.

He chose the latter.

He's actually a genius, a fighting genius, a seventeen-year-old continental kickboxing champion, eighteen-year-old national professional kickboxing championship, if it weren't for his own crimes, he would probably be able to go to the professional kickboxing league now.

Although he hasn't been supported by a training team for six years, his fitness is still the best in the gym, and there are only a few heavyweight fighters in the original boxing division, and his average clean and jerk can leave the lightweight fighters stunned.

Not everyone can be called a genius, the only genius in the gym before was Wang Zewen, if it weren't for the gym discovering a new genius, it is estimated that Wang Zewen would not be able to mix with the current situation.

If he makes a mistake, he should pay for it, and that's true, but it's the environment in the gym that really leads to his current predicament.

When the fighters went upstairs to do physical fitness, he could only wipe here and there with a rag, and the plastic floor was trampled with footprints, squatted down to wipe it clean, and then looked up, but saw the person he didn't want to see.

Coach Song glanced down at him, his face was still calm, even if it was six years old, Wang Zewen couldn't accept it, after all, he lost his father since he was a child, this is the person he used to be regarded as a father.

Not knowing how to face him, Wang Zewen chose to stay away from him and sat on the side to listen to him reprimand the other fighters.

There is a saying that is really true, because he needs to be responsible for you, he reprimands you, and if he has nothing to do with you, there is no need to reprimand you again.

Wang Zewen really hopes that the coach who brought him up from childhood can reprimand him again, even if it is a sentence, but now...... He hadn't heard Coach Song say a word to him for six years.

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

If there is no hope, then stay away and not see, at least you will not be tortured in your heart.

......

"His second uncle, that ...... Did Arwen come over to help?"

The mother walked to the second uncle's seafood stall, looked left and right, and didn't see Awen's figure, so she opened her mouth to ask, although she also knew in her heart that there was not much possibility.

"It's strange that he can come, hey girl, seventy-four yuan six, just give seventy-four, you must not be short of catties and two, if you come to me, my stall is here, I can't run...... Can he come by himself? He can't come over if you drag him, if you want me to say, he's so old, he doesn't do his job, you might as well go to the gym to make trouble, so he can't stay, and then he has no money to eat, so he will naturally go to work to earn money, maybe he will hate you for a while, but it's better than him still having that dream. ”

The second uncle tied the foam box with tape and handed it to the eldest sister who bought the crab, the cigarette butt on his mouth was almost burned to the cigarette holder, the cigarette ash had not bounced down, it was left for a long time, he sat on the stool, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and the second uncle gave Arwen's mother a bad move.

"That's not going to work...... He's such a big man, do you want to save face...... I can't do it, I just hope that he can have a serious job, as long as he can support himself, it was my idea to let him learn boxing before, and now I have the responsibility to get a wife if this road doesn't work, and it would be good to have a wife in the future. ”

"Alas...... A young man of his age, he will definitely be able to get a wife with hands and feet, you are thinking too much now, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, why bother so much. ”

"He's twenty-six years old, he's not young, it's time to ask for a wife, how can I not worry about it, forget it, he still wants to practice...... Just let him practice again, maybe...... If you can fight, then I'll go home to work, and let's go, his second uncle. ”

The mother smiled embarrassedly, although this was her husband's own brother, but expressing her doting on her son still made her feel a little embarrassed, her right hand covered her left hand, gently rubbed the back of her hand, and turned around to leave.

The second uncle was very addicted to smoking, so he lit another one, took a puff, took a bag with a few abalones, and walked out of the stall and called Arwen's mother.

"Sister-in-law, take this, the bastard didn't go home yesterday, right? Don't worry about it all day, you take this, go back and taste it, it's not a lot of money, it's artificially bred, your face is not very good, go home and sleep." ”

The two tore for a while, the mother accepted the kindness of the second uncle, and slowly left with the white and red plastic bag, the second uncle looked at the figure of Arwen's mother and spit out a puff of smoke.

"What a bastard. ”

......

"Bang bang bang...... Hah!"

The gym not only serves professional fighters, but also recruits some students from the outside world, charging some tuition fees to support professional fighters, and the itinerary is a complete economic cycle.

Wang Zewen looked at the female students on the stage wearing super shorts, wearing a loose vest on their upper body, combing a ponytail, shooting at the target, and shaking their heads a little.

The target master who fed the target on the stage had also fed Wang Zewen before, and he was originally a professional target player, but he also went back more and more and began to take the students to play.

The quality awareness of these students is definitely not as strong as that of professional boxers, and they will take care of the boxing ring seriously, after all, if you don't take care of it seriously, the coach will beat you seriously, but these students give money, and they must not beat it.

There was a little garbage on the ground, a relatively small one, Wang Zewen took a broom to clean it carefully, poured it into the trash can next to him, and looked at the black garbage bag that was almost full, as if he picked it up and threw it away.

"Awen, do me a favor, help feed a target to the beauty, I'm here...... I'm sick to my stomach~ I've been running my stomach since last night, so I'll do a favor for a while, thank you. ”

whispered in Wang Zewen's ear, such a big person, he was quite shy, embarrassed to say loudly that he was strained, threw the target into Wang Zewen's arms, and then rushed into the toilet.

This kind of substitution for feeding the target is not uncommon, Wang Zewen still likes it, generally this kind of thing, the original target master will give Wang Zewen some money, and will not let Wang Zewen work in vain.

Put the broom aside, stepped into the boxing ring, took the target, patted the female student on the stage, said OK, stretched out his hand, and connected the female student's boxing gloves to the target...... Actually, it's just playing with children.

"Hey, aren't you that one...... What's that! What's the king!That kickboxing champion! I've seen that video of you beating a foreigner, it's so handsome! That one with a high whip leg......"

"No, you're wrong, be serious, come on, left hook, right rush, beautiful. ”

Feeding until the target master finished pulling, the female student was still thinking about this, Wang Zewen returned the target to the target master, picked up the broom and black plastic bag, and got up to leave.

“.......”8)