Any professional boxer clearly understands how precious and important that minute in the middle of the ring is. But Shi En didn't go to the corner of the ring, several staff members had prepared a seat for him to rest, he stood quietly in the ring, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and his body was constantly changing the center of gravity of his body in a strange rhythm.

"Shi En, do you know what it takes to be a great professional fighter?"

Shi En still vividly remembers the first training session that the coach he brought out of the slums taught him. His first training session was not on the training ground or in the ring, but on the long-distance bus they boarded. The coach stood on the uneven road, and the coach stood there, whether the car had just run over a shallow pit, or the driver had slammed over the car, avoiding a hare that suddenly sprang out of the side of the road, or had made a turn, his body, which had not been aided by any props, was as stable as a javelin.

The coach stared at Shi En, and he spread his hands, "Shi En, you remember, whether in the ring of the ring or in other positions, success will always favor the prepared strong. Only on the training ground, those who have paid countless sweat and blood, fallen again and again, gritted their teeth again and again, and got up again, are qualified to raise their arms high in the ring of the arena and listen to the applause and cheers that come like a tide. ”

"I've heard others say that when a hobby becomes a career, it's the most helpless choice, but we can completely reverse it and make a career our biggest hobby! I want you to like boxing from the bottom of your heart, I want you to be able to train uninterrupted at any time, I want you to love the pleasure of constantly challenging the limits in training, and completely squeezing out the last trace of strength in your body! ”

Shi En stood up, and it was on the long-distance bus that carried him away from poverty to the metropolis that Shi En followed his coach, parting his legs and closing his eyes in the constant bumps of the car. Strive to adjust the force caused by the speed change and bumps of the car in the continuous movement of the center of gravity of the body, and strive to make your body, in the continuous transformation of the center of gravity, find a most suitable angle and method for yourself, so that you can stand more stable and stand straighter in any situation.

In the next ten years, not grasping any fixed objects with both hands on the bus, closing his eyes and letting his body continue to shake gently in the carriage, adjusting the rhythm and rhythm of his body became one of Shi En's most common hobbies after leaving the training ground.

"You're not smart enough, you can't play flashy fights, and you don't put on a show to boost your popularity, but that's why you're the best boxer. When you're in the ring, it doesn't matter what kind of opponent you're facing, you just have to remember that you've put in a lot of sweat and blood on the training ground, and you just have to show it all as usual, and you're going to win, because ...... You deserve it! ”

Shi En's left fist suddenly poked out like lightning, and in an instant, Shi En's eyes were tightly closed, and he threw an impeccable combination punch at the void in front of him. Shi En's fists were getting faster and faster, and his body, his pace, his rhythm, his qi, his god, and everything seemed to be slowly reviving with this combination of punches.

Lei Zhen, who was sitting in the corner of the ring trying to adjust his breathing evenly, trying to recover a little more physical strength, finally changed his face, because he actually saw Shi En smiling!

Yes, Shi En is laughing! He, a thirty-six-year-old professional boxer who has already experienced a hundred battles and knows better than anyone how important physical strength is in the ring, is laughing while closing his eyes and hitting the air with the highest physical exertion of the combination punch.

He is enjoying the pleasure of swinging his fists again and again, he is enjoying the impact of the high-speed loss of physical strength, and he is enjoying the stimulation of high-speed mobilization of every joint and every thin chest in his body. He was enjoying standing in the ring, listening to the gasps around him, and he was enjoying the more and more intense applause that he didn't know when.

"Bang!"

Shi En's eyes were still closed, but his last straight right punch accurately hit the corner of the ring, wrapped in pads. The whole ring trembled as if someone had been hit with a heavy hammer, and Lei Zhen, who was sitting in the other corner of the ring, could clearly feel the weight of Shi En's punch through the chair under him. Lei Zhen can even feel the self-confidence contained in Shi En's punch and the most terrifying momentum that a professional fighter has slowly accumulated after the most painful tempering and victory!

When Shi En reopened his eyes, the bell for the start of the second round rang almost simultaneously.

Lei Zhen's heart completely sank to the bottom. Shi En's powerful right fist, his eyes that opened almost at the same time as the bell rang, are definitely not accidental, this is a professional boxing champion who has integrated his life into the ring! In the face of such an opponent who can draw everything in the ring in his heart even with his eyes closed, and accurately capture any detail through a fighter's book, Lei Zhen clearly understands that the war between the two of them on this battlefield is not over, but the victory and defeat have been divided!

No matter how talented he was in martial arts, no matter how smart he was, and no matter how he used Sun Tzu's Art of War or the tactics and strategies that Xie Jinyuan taught him, Xie Jinyuan still told him a clear word...... When the narrow meet, the brave wins! When he was still trying to kill his opponent's sharpness and use various forms to suppress his opponent's psychology, his opponent, the thirty-six-year-old boxing champion Shi En, told Lei Zhen a truth with the most authentic and pure performance...... If you want to win, strategy and strategy are of course important, but if you don't have enough strength to support it, it's just a flash in the pan.

At the beginning of the second round, Shi En took every step and launched the most fierce attack against Lei Zhen.

Only thirteen seconds into the opening game, Lei Zhen, who was forced to the corner of the ring by Shi En, was hit by Shi En's right hook and lay on the ring diagonally. Lei Zhen just got up, Shi En's heavy punch fell on his face mercilessly, although Lei Zhen tried to raise his arms, trying to protect his vital point, but Shi En's double fist was too heavy, he only needed one punch, he could destroy Lei Zhen's body balance, his second punch could open Lei Zhen's defense without any tricks, and his third punch, no matter how Lei Zhen wanted to dodge, how he wanted to hug Shi En, but that lightning-fast punch could always accurately fall on his face and hit him straight to the ring.

It's not a game anymore, it's a complete ravages and performances.

Shi En's powerful punches slammed into Lei Zhen's face again and again, and the liquid mixed with blood, sweat, and saliva splashed out of Lei Zhen's face again and again. Lei Zhen tried to do the trick and hugged Shi En with his arms, but until this time he found that Shi En's steps were so flexible, so flexible that he felt that what he was facing was not a boxer weighing more than seventy centimeters at all, but a flexible ape, a mountain sheep that could climb the most steep and lonely peaks, no matter how hard he tried, his arms would be in the air again and again, followed by Shi En's powerful punch.

Lei Zhen also wanted to fight back, Xie Jinyuan told him that the most effective defense was to fight back, as long as he could fight back, Shi En's attack would not be so fierce, but at this time, Lei Zhen felt like there were seven or eight people around him constantly beating wildly, the Venus in front of him kept flying, and layers of golden flowers continued to bloom one after another from his eyes, that kind of dense and brilliant hysteria, all reminding Lei Zhen that as long as he dared to fight back, as long as he dared to relax his body muscles, He will definitely be killed by Shi En in an instant!

The audience went crazy. They kept shouting, they roared hard, they screamed wildly, and in wave after wave of crazy cheers, thunderquake would be knocked down every fifteen seconds on average.

But...... Gradually, the cheers around him began to fade.

Gradually, the breathing of the surrounding audience began to heavily.

Gradually, the audience looked at Lei Zhen with a little more ...... Esteemed!

Watching Lei Zhen wipe away the blood flowing from his nose, slowly got up again, and raised his fists at Shi En, they really wanted to know, such a heavy fist kept falling on his face, didn't Lei Zhen hurt? In the face of such an opponent as Shi En, in the face of a desperate battle that was doomed to failure, why did he struggle in vain?!

When the bell rang for the end of the second round, even Lei Zhen didn't know how many times he had been knocked out in the ring. He almost crawled back to his resting position.

"Thunder Quake!"

There was a panicked scream from under the ring, listening to this familiar voice, Lei Zhen shook his head as heavy as being poured into lead, and barely opened his eyes that had been beaten to the point that there was only one slit left, looking around for the source of the sound.

A pair of bright eyes looked at Lei Zhen so stupidly, allowing the fiery tears to flow out of it. When she finally saw Lei Zhen's injuries clearly at such a close distance, and saw clearly that Lei Zhen's face was beaten so badly that she could barely see a person's face, she couldn't help but gasp fiercely, reached out to cover her mouth, and let out a sad cry: "Oh my God! ”

"Lei Zhen, I know that you think Ma Lan is so seriously injured, you are also responsible, you want to earn medical expenses for her; I know you eat tortillas and rotten leaves you pick up every day, but you have to work three jobs; You've done enough, you've done enough, why are you still working so hard. Could it be that Ma Lan's life is fate, and your own is not? Your master cares about you so much, he teaches you what he knows, knows and understands, and he even puts his hope and pride on you, do you know or not, you are his hope! Are you just going to repay your master with a cold corpse, with your suicidal work, for all the hard work and trust he has invested in you?! ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't cry anymore, "Lei Zhen, admit defeat, you can't win him at all, admit defeat, let's ...... together Go home! Money, we all work together, there will always be a way. If you still think of me as your teacher, admit defeat and go with me! ”

Is it the teacher Ling Weicheng?!

Lei Zhen inhaled gently, and the air poured into his trachea would bring a hot feeling, and the sweat pouring out of his body quickly gathered into streams. Lei Zhen tried to keep his eyes open, but the face in front of him that was glistening with tears looked so blurry, so blurry that no matter how hard he tried to distinguish them, he couldn't concentrate on the focus in his eyes. It was when the skin on this face had completely lost sensation, leaving only a swollen and numb body, that Lei Zhen actually picked up his lips, which could no longer be called lips, and raised an arc that could be called a smile at the direction of the voice.

His lips twitched for a while, and Ling Weicheng finally heard what he wanted to say: "I want to earn...... It's not just money! ”

Three days later...... When it was time for Malan to be discharged from the hospital, the doctor announced that her injuries had fully healed, but she still could not use her own strength to get back up. As for how much time it will take for her to get back on her feet, no one can say for sure.

Ma Lan was quietly half-lying on the hospital bed, on the bedside table beside her, leaning on a pair of crutches prepared for her. The crutches were made by Yang Ruifu battalion commander, and this set of crutches was made of poplar wood, although the craftsmanship of those soldiers was not very good, but they really worked hard, and the whole set of crutches was carefully polished by them with sandpaper, lest a wooden thorn stab Ma Lan's arm. In some places where they often come into contact with the human body, they are more carefully wrapped with several thick layers of hemostatic bandages. In terms of durability alone, this set of crutches is enough for Malan to use for several years.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and it was Ling Weicheng, who had already settled the medical expenses for Ma Lan, who walked in. Looking at Ma Lan, who was half lying on the bed without saying a word, Ling Weicheng handed a poster to Ma Lan. Ma Lan looked suspiciously at the poster that Ling Weicheng specially brought for her, this is just a poster printed in a nightclub to attract guests, although the boxing champion on this poster has had a rather brilliant experience, but in Ma Lan's opinion, he is just a high-spirited boxing king who has passed the peak of his life and went to work in a nightclub in order to make money.

Ling Weicheng handed Ma Lan a Shanghai declaration from three days ago, and it was on the front page of this newspaper that the newspaper's reporter recorded the battle between boxing champion Shi En and an unknown Chinese in a nightclub. In fact, no matter who anyone looks at the astonishing number of 47 knockouts in the Chinese game, they can imagine the asymmetrical tragedy that broke out in this match. The newspaper reporter, after telling the story of the game, added his own comment: perseverance and unyielding, although defeated, it is still glorious!

In fact, the Chinese contestant is not noble, to put it bluntly, he is just to earn ten fiat currency bills per game. It was the reporter who made the declaration to save face that did not reveal this point to everyone. ”

Ling Weicheng sighed and took out a stack of banknotes that were not too thick from his pocket, which was a new stack of banknotes, each representing a piece of legal tender. In front of Ma Lan, Ling Weicheng slowly counted the stack of banknotes in a strange voice: "One, two, three, four......"

Looking at Ling Weicheng, who was counting these banknotes, a light tide had slowly risen in his eyes, and looking at the door of the ward where no one walked in anymore, when the idea of "why didn't that kid Lei Zhen come" flashed in his mind, an absolutely cold feeling suddenly hit Ma Lan. Ma Lan's eyes fell on the poster of the boxing champion Shi En again, and the newspaper that recorded an absolutely tragic and fierce battle.

"It was a battle that can only be described as tragic, and it was a battle of wills between men! Although Shi En is a skilled boxing champion, he is a 36-year-old fighter after all, and when he attacked with all his strength in the second round of the fight, knocking out his opponent as many as 12 times in a row, but did not finish the whole fight, his physical strength declined significantly in the third round. His opponent, an obscure young Chinese man, relied on his will and tenacity to wear down his physical strength until the sixth round. It's a pity...... Boxing champion Shi En has left too many heavy blows on his body, so that he finally lost his only and last chance to win. Finally, in the seventh round, the Chinese youngster, who was knocked out 46 times in the ring by boxing champion Shi En, was knocked out for the 47th time and no longer supported his body. When the stormy applause rang out from the entire arena, everyone thought that such applause belonged to two people in the ring at the same time! In such a game, it is no longer meaningful, because they are all real winners! ”

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty!"

Ling Weicheng finally counted the stack of banknotes in his hand, and looked at the sixty pieces of fiat currency with a denomination of one dollar in Ling Weicheng's hand, Ma Lan was really stupid. Ma Lan's lips kept moving, but in the end she didn't say anything.

If you can hold on to one round in the ring, you can earn ten fiat coins, so if you hold on for six rounds, it is sixty fiat coins, which should be sixty banknotes with a denomination!

Ling Wei cherished the stack of banknotes and put them into Ma Lan's hand, and she said in a low voice: "Lei Zhen, please let me tell you, if you still can't stand up, then please use this money to buy a wheelchair, so that you can at least sit comfortably." If you can stand up, then use the money to buy a few tables of good food and wine, and invite everyone in the barracks to have a good meal together! ”

Holding this stack of banknotes in a daze, Ma Lan's whole body was trembling, she couldn't imagine how heavy the weight was contained in these dozens of banknotes of one denomination.

After seven rounds, he was knocked down forty-seven times, and he struggled to stand up forty-six times, if you use the average number, Lei Zhen was knocked down by the boxing champion Shi En every time, and he used the strongest willpower to get up again, and it was only worth a mere ...... Three cents a piece?! If you go to the average, how much money can he get for every punch Lei Zhen takes?!

"Lei Zhen has another letter, please pass it on to you."

Ling Weicheng handed over a squarely folded letter paper to Ma Lan's hand. Ma Lan unfolded the letter, and when she looked at the words on the letter paper that were crawling with a sharp aura, she knew that it was a letter written by Lei Zhen himself.

Since Lei Zhen couldn't write more words than he could write, maybe he was not very convenient at that time, or he didn't have enough energy to look up the dictionary, so in the whole letter, small pictures of his own creation were added everywhere to replace the words he couldn't write.

At the front of this letter, Lei Zhen should write "Hello Ma Lan", but the first word, Lei Zhen can't write. So he simply used the most clumsy technique, and at the front of this letter, he drew a horse the size of a military chess piece, and Ma Lan looked left and right, and looked more like a donkey's foal. Coupled with the crooked character "Lan" in the back, Lei Zhen used this method of drawing and writing to complete the great project of writing the name of "Ma Lan".

Ma Lan slowly read this letter that combines the abstract painting style at the same time, and Zhang Xu's drunken and wild grass charm, she must read the above sentences over and over again, and scrutinize it repeatedly, fortunately, Ma Lan has received special training and is proficient in code breaking and intelligence analysis, but in the face of such a letter that does not reach the meaning of the word, and is interspersed with pictures, it still took her more than two hours to barely decipher all the contents of the letter, and organize it into a content that a normal person can understand...... "Hello Ma Lan, see the letter." ”

"I lost, I lost badly, I wanted to make 1,500 dollars, but I still don't know what 1,500 dollars is, I think it's a lot of money. Even I don't know how many times I was knocked down in the game, but he didn't have a good time, his fists were soft and his speed was slow, and he was tired like an old scalper in our hometown who was dozens of years old and still had to pull a cart. Hey, let me tell you, if I hadn't eaten one less leg and the punch that hit him in the chin at the end was soft, I might have taken him down and got that fifteen hundred dollars back! Alas, it's a shame to think about it, if I really win, I can have another big bowl of egg fried rice, plus four or five braised chicken thighs! ”

"I lost, fifteen hundred dollars gone, braised chicken thighs and egg fried rice gone. When I finally lay in the ring, I didn't even have the strength to move a little finger, and at that time, even a child with a needle could kill me. But I don't regret it at all, I did everything I could at that time, I should have fought hard, I fought hard, even if I lost, I lost justifiably! ”

"Here, Ma Lan, I just want to ask you, you were knocked down, you lost, but are you really like me, you have tried all your strength, you have tried everything, even if you face loss, you don't have to blush when you lose? If you've really tried to lose, you've really failed, and you can't stand up desperately, then use the little money I earn to buy a wheelchair, that thing is really convenient, you can sit on it, you can push the wheels and move. If you haven't fought until the last moment, don't tell me that you can't stand up, you lost through, I was knocked down dozens of times, although I really didn't have the strength to get up the last time, but I finally struggled to get up dozens of times, you Ma Lan won't fall down once, and you won't be able to get up again, right?! ”

At the end of the letter, Lei Zhen also used his really flattering pencil drawing to draw a toy tumbler that can be bought with a copper plate on a street stall, and added a comment: Ma Lan, it should be like it!

Holding this letter full of childishness, Ma Lan really cried and laughed and hung himself on a horse. Facing Lei Zhen's childish tone, looking at Lei Zhen's abstract landscape paintings on this letter, and feeling his sincere care for him from the heart, Ma Lan couldn't help but laugh. But looking at the stack of banknotes in his hand, thinking about their weight, thinking that Lei Zhen was because of her, he was knocked down again and again by a professional boxer who had been in the boxing world for a long time, and got up again and again in a pool of blood, and then was beaten down again and again, although Ma Lan is an excellent professional soldier, but she is still a woman with flesh and blood, love and hate, in the face of such a strong feeling, in the face of such a meager but so precious, How could she not cry when she was so precious that the whole world couldn't compare to it?!

At this time, Ma Lan finally understood why Lei Zhen would gamble his life for a game that was only ten yuan per round! Let's ask, what reason does she Ma Lan have to sit in a wheelchair bought with this sixty yuan of fiat currency to enjoy the pity and sympathy that a loser should have? Let's ask, in this world, which loser is qualified to sit in a wheelchair that encompasses a man's 47 failures and 46 tenacious and unrepentant times?

It is these sixty banknotes, this letter, that poster, and that Shanghai declaration, which has doomed Ma Lan to no longer lie obediently in bed.

Taking a deep breath, feeling that in his body, he was suddenly filled with a long-lost sense of strength and fulfillment, and then looked at the set of crutches placed on the bedside, Ma Lan suddenly said softly: "Sister Ling, I'm hungry, very hungry." I think...... Eat chicken legs! ”

(To be continued)