Change your clothes, walk into the room, and get into the ring.

This room is about forty square meters, except for the boxing ring in the middle, there is a one-meter-wide space all around, the space is the wall of the house, the ceiling is very simple, and a few incandescent lights are hung to ensure that there will be no shadows on the boxing ring, through the exchange just now, I know that the man who is about one meter nine is called Zhou Fei, and he is Uncle Zhou's son, as for too many topics, Uncle Zhou did not say.

The moment Zhou Fei saw Shang Yang walking into the ring, he kept surging his shoulders, relaxing before the game, staring at Shang Yang like a hungry wolf, for fear of running away, and constantly hitting each other with his fists, demonstrating extremely aggressive at the same time.

Shang Yang stood in the corner of the boxing ring, there were only the two of them in the empty room at present, only wearing a boxing pants, and of course gloves on his hands, which was a little unnatural, he wanted to say a few words to Zhou Fei, but he keenly found that this guy's mental state was not normal, so he didn't bother to speak, and stood in place waiting for the time to come.

He has never been exposed to boxing, but he is a good hand in fighting, except for the fame he has gained the day after tomorrow, he thinks that it is not a problem to fight three at a time.

The oppressive atmosphere lasts about two minutes.

Just a "creak" was heard, and the door was opened.

Shang Yang didn't feel anything, just looked ahead, and saw that Zhou Fei's eyes were glowing green, and the corners of his mouth were also outlining an evil smile, as if he was ready to attack, so he raised his spirit, and subconsciously looked back behind him.

I saw Uncle Zhou walking in from outside the door with a sign that said "First Round"

Of course, the most important thing is how he dresses.

Judging from the physiognomy, Uncle Zhou, who is at least sixty years old and has black eyes, is dressed like the two of them just now, wearing a pair of white high heels, wearing white stockings on his legs, and a short white skirt that spreads out, wearing a tight vest on his upper body, with rabbit ears on his head, and a passionate smile on his face.

Uncle Zhou obviously also noticed Shang Yang's gaze, but he didn't care at all, he walked into the ring in shock, stood in the center, showed them in four directions, and then walked down the ring with the most authentic cat steps, Shang Yang's eyes never shifted on him, and he saw Uncle Zhou walk aside, and then, he put down the sign very quickly, picked up a pair of trousers from the corner, and put them on his body quickly, picked up a black and white T-shirt and put it on his body, took off his rabbit ears, picked up a whistle, and ran back to the ring, the whole process was less than 30 seconds, and he was already quite proficient。

"Squeak..."

He stood in the middle, whistled, and raised his hands to signal the two to come closer.

Zhou Fei has long been familiar with the process and walked to the very center.

Shang Yang approached the middle.

Uncle Zhou grabbed the wrists of the two of them, let the two of them touch their fists, looked left and right, and asked with his eyes whether the fighter was ready, and whether his son was ready for a long time, and asked the latter more, Shang Yang's eyes were mixed, or nodded slightly, Uncle Zhou habitually nodded slightly, let go of the two wrists and went back, when he retreated to the edge of the belt, he suddenly whistled.

"Squeak"

A screeching sound pierced the room, signaling the start of the game.

"Whoosh..."

Zhou Fei couldn't wait for this moment, when he heard the whistle, he punched quickly, and with a straight punch, he went straight to Shang Yang's door, the speed was jaw-dropping, maybe it was the natural reaction speed, or maybe it was the acquired exercise, Shang Yang subconsciously raised his arms to block his face.

"Bang..."

At the moment when the fist made contact with his arms, Shang Yang clearly felt that the two arms were numb at the same time, as if they were not his own, completely uncontrollable, the huge force made his body that he thought he was standing on irreversibly shake, and his body was forced to move backwards, but fortunately, after taking two steps back, his body leaned on the belt, otherwise it was unknown how many steps back he needed.

Shang Yang doesn't pay attention to boxing, he doesn't know Tyson, but he has also heard of the glorious deeds of this fierce man, the legend says that a punch can hit hundreds of kilograms of strength, a punch can kill a cow, I didn't believe it before, but now I really believe it, just an unknown boxer in front of him, he lost consciousness with a punch, and when he met a famous boxer, he didn't need these arms.

"Good punch!"

"The red fighter deserves to be known as the most potential boxer, with a strong punch and a great Mayweather style, and over time, this son will definitely become the leading talent in the boxing world..."

"The blue player was just negligent just now, everyone pay attention, look at his eyes, is there any resentment from Plev back then, I conclude that the blue player must be on guard..."

"This game is so exciting, so exciting!"

There were only three people in the room, Shang Yang and Zhou Fei were fighting, and it was naturally Uncle Zhou who spoke, his voice was subdued and frustrated, full of energy, and even the voice was a little similar to the commentary on TV.

"Bang..."

Zhou Fei is like a bulldozer, he only knows how to move forward, but he doesn't know how to retreat, his height of one meter nine has formed an overwhelming advantage over Shang Yang, and it can be seen from the lines on his arms that the two sides are not in the same weight class at all, but at this time, the two of them have a boxing ring at the same time.

Shang Yang was forced into a corner, holding his head in his hands all the time, protecting his head.

Zhou Fei didn't have the consciousness that the other party was a "sparring partner", and his fists smashed down like raindrops, and every time it seemed to be a full blow.

Shang Yang's brain was buzzing, there was a faint precursor to fainting, and even the pain was disappearing.

"Squeak..."

Uncle Zhou stopped explaining, blew the whistle urgently, re-incarnated as a referee and quickly ran over, hugged Zhou Fei from behind and dragged him aside, Zhou Fei was unwilling, his hands kept beating his chest, and then raised his chest to top Uncle Zhou, who was a head shorter than him, if it weren't for Uncle Zhou's constant whistle in his mouth and barely suppressed, it is very likely that the other eye would also become blue.

"How's it going, young man?"

Uncle Zhou walked up to Shang Yang and asked with concern.

Shang Yang was dressed roughly, shook his head, he had always thought that beating people was a physical job, but he didn't expect to be beaten was also a manual work, very tired, his legs were fluttering and weak, he slowly raised his head, and felt that the incandescent light above his head was particularly dazzling.

Uncle Zhou was embarrassed and said, "It's just been two minutes now, you can't go on like this, just hold your head and wait to be beaten, the consequences will be very serious, but you can still put your heart in your stomach, Uncle won't let you suffer in vain, give you more money, if you can fight back, try to fight back, if you can't fight back, hug him, then he can't use his strength, drag on for a few seconds..."

Shang Yang took a few heavy breaths, and finally eased up a little.

looked at Zhou Fei's hideous expression in front of him, and then looked at Uncle Zhou's wrinkled face in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly laughed out loud, jokingly, "Uncle, you spent money to hire me to fight boxing, not only did you find a reason to deduct my salary, but also helped me find an excuse to be lazy, is this money a little unjust..."

"You kid!"

Uncle Zhou also laughed, with a smile in his eyes, pretending that he would never be able to pretend, full of kindness, "Just do what I say, otherwise I don't care if it is broken..."

As he spoke, he retreated from Shang Fei's eyes and re-arrived in the center of the ring, turning into a meticulous referee again, looking left and right at both sides.

"Squeak"

A whistle sounded, and the game continued.

How can there be any immortal body protection, gods descend to earth, what is waiting for Shang Fei is just to continue to be beaten, but he also began to fight back, relying on his own experience to punch quickly, hitting Zhou Fei's head can be prevented, then hit him in the abdomen, unfortunately, Zhou Fei's punch made him feel unbearable, and he hit Zhou Fei's punch, the other party did not react at all, his previous strength in this room of only three people, as funny as a child's wrestling.

A three-minute session with a one-minute break in between.

Shang Yang sat panting and slumped in the ring, his back against the pillar in the corner.

Opposite him was Zhou Fei, whose face was not red and his heart was not beating, at most he was sweating a little.

Uncle Zhou re-incarnated as a professional coach, squatting next to Zhou Fei with a water glass, and explained to him how he performed in this section, what needs to be improved, and what the other party's shortcomings are.

I don't know why, in Shang Yang's eyes, even if there are only two people on the opposite side, the surrounding furnishings are not luxurious, and the incandescent lights are not warm colors, but they just feel that the scene is so warm that people are intoxicated by it.

End of the second quarter: Shang Yang's whole body is full of strength, and he obviously feels weak, and he feels very difficult to stand.

End of the third quarter: the nose is red and swollen, and the bleeding cannot be stopped.

The end of the fourth quarter: According to Uncle Zhou's tactics, he hugged Zhou Fei twice and barely passed, but the eyebrow bone was also hit with a small opening, and traces of blood appeared...

The fifth quarter is not over yet: with a bang, Shang Yang fell to the ground completely, with his eyes closed, in a large shape, if it weren't for the violent ups and downs of his chest, his whole body was motionless, he looked no different from a dead man, he was completely demobilized, he couldn't get up, his arm was not broken, and his muscles were all swollen due to the defensive beating...

was beaten for half an hour, delayed for half an hour, and it can be regarded as completing an hour's work task.

Shang Yang sat in the room full of posters that he had just entered, with a toilet paper ball stuck in his nose and a band-aid on his eyebrow bone, if this look was seen by his admirers, maybe any girl would dare to use a knife to play with his life, he sat on a chair and changed his clothes, and Uncle Zhou changed into a suit and walked over, holding a wad of banknotes in his hand.

"Good job, young man, here's your salary..."

Shang Yang couldn't lift his strength, he just wanted to sleep well now, took the money, counted it, three hundred yuan more, took out three sheets and handed it over, "Three hundred more..."

In fact, there are still many questions in my mind, but I really don't have the strength to ask again.

For example: I haven't heard Zhou Fei speak since he came in, is he dumb?

For example, you look like you talk like a highly educated person, how can you be in this place?

For example: Is there something wrong with Zhou Fei and so on.

Uncle Zhou raised his hand and pushed it back, and said with a smile, "Take it, it's all hard money, even if you buy nutritional products for these three hundred, after all, you see blood, Uncle has limited ability, if the conditions are good, he will definitely give you more wages, but now it can only be like this..."

Uncle Zhou has been with his son here for more than a year, looking for someone to sparring I don't know how many times, looking for professional boxers for fear of breaking his son, can only find ordinary people, one-third of them ran away on the spot when they saw that they were doing this, one-third of them asked for money and left, and the rest of the people can hold on until they are knocked down, and they will definitely not be soft when they ask for money, and they are the first ones like Shang Yang to push the money back.

The more I looked at it, the more comfortable I felt about this child.

Shang Yang shook his head, and pushed the money back again, his voice was weak, but his tone was irresistible, "Uncle, you give money with your conscience, I make money with my conscience, it's enough for everyone to have this heart, besides, let's not cooperate this time, you can't give it to me again and again in the future, otherwise, I smelled the smell of rice when I came, and this money will be used as food, and I will eat here in the future, I am hungry today, otherwise I can hold on for two more rounds... Huh"

After Shang Yang finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave, it was not early, about ten o'clock.

Uncle Zhou didn't stand up, but he raised his head, his eyes kept expanding, looking at Shang Yang as if he was looking at a monster, he didn't dare to say what to do when he was looking for someone, ordinary people used boxers as sparring partners, that is, looking for death, so every time he looked for someone, it was a half-temptation and half-coaxing nature, even those who could hold on to the end, there was no second chance to cooperate, no one was stupid, although the money given by this family was not bad, but the "abnormal" Zhou Fei left no room when he beat people, in case Lao Zhou was slow, it would be a lifetime to break it.

One thousand eighteen hours, that sounds like a lot.

But the danger is too great.

is still coming, Shang Yang is indeed the first one.

His tone was almost shocked, and he said, "You... You say, you still want to be a sparring partner for Xiaofei?"

Shang Yang looked at this little old man who played a few roles all night, felt very cordial, and smiled knowingly: "Why don't you make money if it's so good? I'll give you a 20% discount... Erase the odds again..."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhou was so excited that he stood up from the chair with a swish, and he didn't know which point touched his heart, his eyes were filled with mist, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I never ask the name of the person who came, but you are different...... Son, what's your name?"

"Shang Yang!"