For this question, Chen Xing smiled lightly. + ∧ eight + ∧ eight + ∧ reading + ∧ book, ※ →o

"Kazakhstan stipulates that the same person cannot serve more than two consecutive terms as president of Kazakhstan, do you want to guess how long Nur-Sultan has been president?"

"How long?" Yang Ling didn't want to guess at all, she couldn't guess anyway, but this president seems to have just stepped down as president.

"Twenty-eight years. Chen Xing didn't think that Yang Ling could answer this question at all, and said to himself, "Because the constitution at that time added a sentence after that sentence." ”

"The same candidate may not serve more than two consecutive terms as President of Kazakhstan and will not apply to the first and current President Nur-Sultan. ”

Chen Xing said softly, but Yang Ling felt a not so light touch, especially the city called Nur-Sultan in front of her in front of her.

"He will always be remembered by the people of this city, this country, right?" Yang Ling's gaze swept over the city, the city she was already familiar with.

After all, no matter what, no matter what future generations question about his long-term tenure, the perception of his so-called Yiyantang is that at least he protected the country at its most vulnerable. Chen Xing stood beside Yang Ling, time flowed continuously, and indeed some people were engraved at the forefront of history.

He's just going to be remembered by everybody.

Yang Ling's eyes rippled, and his face was almost in front of the glass. "Do you think the world will remember you in the future, brother?"

"How would I know that. Chen Xing smiled slightly.

"They might remember you, but they won't remember me. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little cold, obviously the cold wind outside the glass window couldn't blow her.

At this moment, a large warm hand took her hand, and the inexplicable chill quickly subsided. + ∧ eight + ∧ eight + ∧ reading + ∧ book, ※ →o

"I will remember you, and I will remember you as long as I am in this world. Chen Xing had a light smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were very serious, and what he said was also very serious.

Yang Ling held Chen Xing's hand tightly, as long as he held this hand, he would let these glasses shatter, and let the cold wind outside the window pour in, so that he wouldn't feel cold.

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth hooked up with a smile again.

He must not know what she had made to make a wish, so he didn't wish he could win this competition.

She made a wish that they would never be separated for the rest of their lives.

If you can, don't be separated for the rest of your life.

。。。。。。

Before dawn in the early morning, a middle-aged man ran along the riverbank, at this point, the sky was just bright, the street lights had not been extinguished, the cold of the night had not subsided, and the cold wind blew from above the riverbank, hitting the middle-aged man's face.

A trace of sadness appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who was running.

Alas, this face is already so rough, and it will ravage me, and the word fine skin and tender meat really has nothing to do with me in this life.

After feeling sorry, the middle-aged man remembered the young boxer he was sparring with during this time, people are different, the same boxing, people have also won the boxing championship, this skin looks very good, very tough, not rough at all, it is really more human than human, angry people.

Master Ake tightened the uniform of the riverside boxing gym he was wearing, trying not to think about Chen Xing's skin, so that he could feel better, and ran to the boxing gym against the cold wind by the riverside, the street outside the boxing gym was empty, and there were ghosts who could come out of this point, Master Ake walked into the boxing gym and did not take out the key, but pushed directly to the gate of the boxing gym.

The doors of the gym were open, and they opened in the early hours of the morning.

Master Arco wasn't the slightest surprise at this, and hurried into the gym to escape the cold wind outside.

"Whew. ”

Master Ake, who flashed into the gym, exhaled, because he had just opened the door and poured in a breath of cold air, the breath he would exhale turned into a white mist, and Master Ako rubbed his hands and looked at his own boxing gym.

The gym was pitch black, and there was only one place where there was a bright light, even if it was faint, and this light was now the most eye-catching direction in the entire gym.

There was only one light on in the entire gym.

This lamp illuminates the ring below it, and the light of one lamp does not illuminate the entire ring, making the ring appear a little dark.

There was a man in the ring, the man was wearing gloves on his hands, and the temperature in the gym was not much higher than outside, but the man was wearing his upper body, his body was covered with sweat, and the sweat flowed through the muscles that had been invincible until now, and fell from the man's body drop by drop, falling on this obscure ring.

It's still the same.

Looking at the dimly lit figure, Master Ako put his hands in his pockets, and instead of thinking about turning on the lights, he walked towards the only lit ring in the gym.

The figure in the ring was strolling, from one side of the ring to the other, with his head down, sweat dripping from his chin and from the ends of his hair, and the figure walked slowly back and forth.

"It's not bad. Master Ako took the target from the side of the ring, and he would stand under the ring, looking at the figure on the stage, and his hands did not stop working, and put the target on, his voice was particularly loud in the silent gym.

"Here we are. The man in the ring actually knew that Master Ako was coming the moment he opened the door, but he still habitually waited until he came to the ring to say hello before raising his head and saying, "Here we are."

The figure in the ring looked up, and the only dim light shone on his sweaty face, a resolute face, a hard horn, and a trace of natural honesty.

The figure in the ring is none other than Monroe.

"How can you play if you don't have a good body. Monroe pursed his lips and smiled, and the corners of his mouth moved like this, and the beads of sweat hanging from his chin fell.

Master Ako put on the target, walked through the rope to the ring, and walked to the opposite side of Monroe, "The same old way?" Master Ako raised the target and made a standard movement to face Monroe.

"The same old way. Monroe raised his gloves and slammed a straight punch.

The two men in the ring, one frantically attacked, the other frantically resisted with the target, and occasionally fought back, but that return shot was easily dodged by Monroe.

Monroe's punches in the ring are like a raging storm and don't stop at all, everyone in the boxing world knows Monroe's boxing style, offense, endless attack, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to have 15 consecutive knockouts.

There are very few target masters who can block his attacks, and Master Arco is one of them.

The two of them were fighting each other in the dimly lit ring, the dim lights of the dilapidated underground garage where Monroe and he were sweating like rain.

Until Monroe stood on the ground, stood on the ring of the World Championship, and stood on the throne of the first person in Kazakh boxing.

No one can know how much Monroe has paid, only he, Ako, knows.

And he, Ake, has also changed from an unknown young man to a master Ako who is known and respected by the majority of strong fighters, and Monroe's royal target shooter. 11

When I have experience points

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