“KO！”

The referee's deafening voice resounded throughout the audience, and the audience erupted in an overwhelming wave of cheers.

Ning Yangyang's forehead was dripping with sweat, she propped her hands on her knees, gasping for breath, her eyes were bright, and she stared straight at her opponent who fell to the ground.

She won!

The heavy and golden trophies and flowers were sent to her arms along with applause, Ning Yangyang held this trophy high, for three years, she fought for three years, and finally became the youngest Grand Slam in the boxing world!

"What are you doing daydreaming!"

"The rice is burnt!"

A fierce slap came and directly slapped Ning Yangyang.

Red marks appeared on his cheeks, and Ning Yangyang looked up in disbelief and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him wearing an extremely tacky village flower shirt.

This room is low and dark, and a dirty small window shines a shadow behind the person, Ning Yangyang was dumbfounded, she had just lifted the championship trophy in the arena, how could she now face to face with a spitting shrew in such a dilapidated house.

A scorching smell permeated this cramped little world, and Ning Yangyang couldn't help but cough several times.

"You say it again?" Her fists hardened, ready to teach this man a lesson that didn't know how thick the sky was.

The man snorted coldly, and his stupid fingers poked Ning Yangyang's head, "Your dead ghost mother gave you a face, Ning Yangyang, peeing like your own tuberculosis ghost, if you win the championship, our Ning family will not have green smoke from the ancestral grave!" ”

Ning Yangyang couldn't bear it anymore, the injuries and sweat he had worked hard for so many years, and the honors and laurels he had won along the way, could not be trampled on by such a person.

She directly punched straight and taught this inexplicable troll how to behave.

"Bang"

The soft fist hit the middle-aged woman's shoulder, as if dusting, and Ning Yangyang looked at his emaciated wrist and weak fist in shock.

What the hell is going on?!

What about her physicality as a lightweight to kill a cow with one punch? How did it become such a thin hemp rod?

"cubs! Ning Degui, your dead ghost girl Ning Yangyang has killed someone! She wants to kill my stepmother, Zhang Cuilan! ”

Zhang Cuilan frowned, and immediately cried like a pig, her thick fingers scratched it regardless of it, there was still old dirt in her fingernails, flashing under the faint light from the small window, Ning Yangyang was sick to death, she had never seen this kind of person in her impression, "Who are you, why are you so unreasonable!" ”

"Okay, you Ning Yangyang, you don't even know me, my stepmother, I Zhang Cuilan will beat you today!" Zhang Cuilan grabbed and hit her, Ning Yangyang raised her hand to dodge but didn't prevent it, the whole person was knocked down on the stove, the tiles on the edge of the stove were waist-high, Ning Yangyang was pushed by Zhang Cuilan, and it hurt so much that she couldn't help but bump into it, she felt that her waist was about to break, and the arms that protected her face were scratched out of inch-long blood marks, and at this moment she drilled into her heart.

Zhang Cuilan was not enough, she took out a burning stick out of nowhere and hit her headless and facelessly, Ning Yangyang couldn't move in pain, so she could only lie on the dark ground and let her kick.

"the kid! What's wrong! Ning Degui pushed the door in, and Ning Yangyang saw someone coming, "Help!" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ning Degui came, he took her out of Zhang Cuilan's hands like a chicken, Ning Yangyang thought that she was out of the sea of suffering, she was just about to complain, but as soon as she raised her eyes, a big fan-like hand came in front of her, and she was slapped again, "Ning Yangyang, you are here again!" ”

The unbearable scolding of the two people smashed into Ning Yangyang's ears in confusion.

Ning Yangyang covered her straw-like messy hair, and looked at the two people in front of her in disbelief, who claimed to be her parents, and their dark and sallow faces were full of exactly the same arrogance and unreasonableness.

Is this her mom and dad? Didn't her mom and dad go on vacation in Cannes? Why did these two middle-aged people who looked so bad became her parents?

Waves of anger and shock surged to her heart, and stars appeared in front of Ning Yangyang's eyes, and when the sky was spinning, her eyes were dark, and she was planted on the ground.