Early on Sunday morning, Tang Long came to the Pengqiang Fight Club, the door of the club had not yet opened, he sat on the chair outside the club and waited for half an hour, and at 8:30, the front desk receptionist Cuicui came to the club and opened the door. On this day, Tang Long still practiced straight punching before and after under the one-on-one guidance of Coach Hu, and in the afternoon, Coach Hu began to teach him to jump straight boxing. After the afternoon training, he did not go home, but returned to Shenzhen University as he did yesterday.

There was a class in ancient Chinese literature on Monday morning, and at five o'clock in the morning, he woke up and could not sleep again. He simply got up, came to the sports field to run 10,000 meters, then took a shower, walked to the canteen with his backpack, when he was about to arrive at the door of the canteen, he saw the surging crowd, so he changed his mind, folded to the small supermarket near the canteen, bought a few breads, two boxes of Yili pure milk, a box of Oreo biscuits, and walked to the classroom while eating with his head down.

After breakfast, he went to the door of the classroom and looked in, but the classroom was empty. He hesitated for a few seconds, then walked into the classroom, found a seat in the last row, and opened his textbook to read it. After half an hour, a student slowly walked into the classroom. He didn't dare to look up, he knew that when he looked up, he would be able to taste how sharp and vicious the eyes of his classmates, full of disdain and mockery.

His eyes were on the book, but he didn't read a word. It was only fifteen minutes before the start of class, and the students kept pouring into the classroom, and although his head was almost pressed to the table, although the students in front of him were sitting straight and erected like a solid barrier, he could still feel how the gaze of every student who walked into the classroom burned like a flame in his face. His eyes glanced at the middle of the classroom, a few naughty classmates turned their heads and looked at him and discussed, he heard the malicious laughter accompanied by a few unbearable swear words, his brain was dazed, his heart beat rapidly, his body was stiff like a sculpture, he didn't know how long he had maintained this posture of burying his head in reading, and after curling up like this for a long time, he gradually felt uncomfortable.

But he didn't even have the courage to change positions and stretch his body.

After the teacher walked into the classroom to start the lesson, he saved him in time and pulled him back from the brink of collapse. He watched the teacher's mouth move, but he didn't know what the teacher was talking about, and there were many words written on the blackboard, but he didn't pay attention to any of them. The bell rang, and there was a ten-minute break between classes, and he didn't know how he got through the first class, but fortunately, class was out after all.

He stood up, walked out of the classroom with his head bowed and into the bathroom. After coming out of the bathroom, he saw that the classmates in the corridor were all looking at him, some of them were looking at him and laughing, and some of them looked at him and turned their faces sideways to whisper in the ears of other students. He saw his roommates Lin Zhengdong and Fang Chengze standing together looking at him, their eyes were full of smiles, Fang Feiyun was standing on their side, exchanged glances with him after seeing him, and then cast his gaze to the side, which had become a little cold in an instant. No one greeted him, no one approached him, and he felt that he was separated from them by a thick transparent wall of tempered glass, but almost everyone in the class was looking at him through this wall of glass, consciously or unconsciously, as if watching a botched circus.

Tang Long walked to the door of the classroom in despair, and when he was about to enter the classroom, a familiar voice came from behind him:

"Tang Long...... Tang Long, can you come over for a moment? ”

Tang Long turned around and saw Bai Sumei and Dongfang Zhou walking towards him.

He looked at Dongfang Zhou, a playful smile flew on the corner of Dongfang Zhou's lips, and he was looking at him with slightly squinted eyes.

Dongfang Zhou was wearing black tight leather pants, a white V-neck T-shirt, a rose gold cross necklace, a small cross ear hanging in both ears, and his hair was dyed silver white, parting from the middle of his head to the sides, covering his eyes. After seeing Dongfang Zhou and Bai Sumei coming over, the eyes that had gathered on him just now turned to them one after another. Even some of the people in the classroom gathered at the window, looking at them.

Tang Long walked nervously towards them, he could feel himself breathing rapidly, his hands and feet trembling slightly.

"What shall I say?" Dongfang Zhou turned his face to Bai Sumei and said with a cold smile.

"Do I need to teach you?" Bai Sumei asked Dongfang Zhou rhetorically.

"Okay!"

"I'm sorry, Tang Long." He laughed as he saw some people approaching them, consciously or unconsciously, listening to their conversation, and stopped.

Tang Long lowered his head and was silent, as if he had done something wrong.

"What else? A word of sorry is over? Bai Sumei stared at Dongfang Zhou's eyes.

"I shouldn't have spoken ill of you, I shouldn't have done anything, I am very sorry for the attacks caused to you by some false articles because of our conflict, I hope you forget about it, and we can become friends."

After Dongfang Zhou finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to Tang Long.

Tang Long looked at Bai Sumei, Bai Sumei nodded to him, so Tang Long stretched out his hand and shook it symbolically with him.

"Okay, I did everything you asked me to do, now I can go!" After Dongfang Zhou finished speaking, he left Bai Sumei behind, turned his head and left.

Bai Sumei looked at Tang Long, sighed, and then said goodbye to Tang Long and walked to her classroom.

The next day, Tang Long was called into the office by the counselor, and asked Tang Long to verify the authenticity of the Wenshan Lakeside brawl that went viral on the Internet, looking at the counselor's suspicious eyes, Tang Long had a hard time arguing, so he had to call the party Bai Sumei over to corroborate the truth, and Tang Long was a complete victim, so the counselor told Tang Long that she would discuss this matter with the head teacher, and inform the head teacher and counselor of Dongfang Zhou as soon as possible.

Dongfang Zhou took the initiative to apologize to Tang Long, and it soon spread in the School of Humanities of Shenzhen University. Tang Long's heart was a little calmer, but his classmates' views of Tang Long had not changed much, and when he was taking a break between classes, eating in the cafeteria, or participating in large-scale activities, he could always feel that strange gaze oppressing him everywhere, making his heart ache bitterly. His former classmates grew more and more alienated from him, and he walked alone around the campus like a wounded wolf. Fortunately, the friendship between him and Fang Feiyun was not affected much because of this incident, in public places such as classrooms, libraries, and cafeterias, although he kept a certain distance from Tang Long, but after returning to the dormitory, he still had nothing to talk to Tang Long. As Dongfang Zhou's friends, Lin Zhengdong, Fang Chengze and Tang Long, except for meeting and saying hello, basically no longer communicate.

The lonely, depressed, and anxious campus life constantly pushed him out of the campus and pushed him to the Pengqiang Fight Club. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 6 a.m., he goes to the sports field to run 10 kilometers to exercise his physical fitness. Pengqiang Fight Club except for Monday holiday, the rest of the time in the morning, afternoon, evening training, during the day is the professional team of boxer training, the evening is the amateur team of boxer training, which allows him to arrange more flexible time to practice fighting, except for Tuesday and Wednesday courses are more intensive, he only goes to train once, and time, he will find time to go to the club to train twice, sometimes in the morning and afternoon training, sometimes in the afternoon and evening training, after training, he will go to the fitness area to train strength. In order to train, he began to skip classes, and he was extremely focused on working hard, as if he was abusing himself, and he was desperately tempering his body in the club, venting his seemingly inexhaustible strength.

The professional team boxers of Pengqiang Fight Club are divided into three levels of diamond, gold, silver, and bronze. The Silver team is one of those fighters whose skill level is not as good as that of the gold team, but they are also fighters who have accumulated a lot of experience in B and C level events and have made a name for themselves in the fighting world. The bronze team refers to rookie fighters who have been in the club for less than a year, such as Wang Gang and others. The diamond level is a class that belongs to the top fighters in the world, and there is currently only Jin Tianya. The boxers between the four levels compete with each other, survival of the fittest, how the students of the gold team lose 3 games in a row, they will be relegated to the silver team, and the silver team will be relegated to the bronze team if they lose in a row, and the appearance fee of the students at each level is very different, the appearance fee of the gold team can generally reach thirty or forty thousand, the appearance fee of the silver team is about 10,000, the bronze team ranges from fifteen to four or five thousand, and as for the diamond level Jin Tianya, his appearance fee is 500,000 a game. The appearance fee of the boxer for each game is divided into three and seven, the club gets three, and the student gets seven.

As a member of the Bronze team, Tang Long is also very much looking forward to one day playing like those high-level fighters, so that not only can he improve faster, but also get an appearance fee to support himself.

He knew that although Tang Qiang and Jin Yuhua accepted the fact that he gave up delivering beer in his spare time to practice martial arts, the stubborn Tang Qiang could do what he said, and he would not give him a penny until he did what he wanted. He knew Tang Qiang's thoughts: when he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it and couldn't live anymore, he knew that he couldn't eat boxing practice. He would give up the juggling and go back to work and study and drive the van to deliver beer.

Every week, as he mentally remembers the shrinking four-digit string of numbers on his card, he often thinks that perhaps he is the poorest man at the club.