Chapter 3: boxer

Cheng Hao opened the door and found that there was a room slightly larger than the room he was just staying in. This room also had no windows, but there was a door.
The door was a rusty roller shutter door, which was wide open at this moment. According to the structure of the room, the two-room house outside here should have been a garage.
Of course, now this garage of less than thirty square meters is separated, with the sleeping person inside and the kitchen, dining room and living room outside.
The garage was not large, so the partition was even smaller. Even if there were only a few simple pieces of furniture outside, it seemed very crowded. Now, the tables and chairs are squeezed into the corner, and three are about fourteen to five. The blacks who are three years old, thin and small, but about one meter and six meters tall are pushing a yellow man about as tall as them.
The yellow man's hair was a bit long, and Cheng Hao couldn't see him clearly, but knew that he must be the one who had saved him before-this man was wearing a shirt stained with his blood, but the shirt had been torn Already.
At the sound of the door opening, the four turned their heads together.
"Yellow-skinned monkey, did you hide a good friend?" One of the black people, Dang Erlang, whistled locally and looked at Cheng Hao with a joke.
Cheng Hao didn't say anything, holding the stick on his hand and walking towards the black man's belly, hit him the man's belly.
The black man turned pale, and then vomited while covering his stomach.
Cheng Hao knew that after this man was beaten by him, he would feel unable to breathe and could not help vomiting. Now this black man has lost his fighting power.
As a boxer, he knows exactly where to fight, which makes people unable to resist.
He knows better that after hitting the next person, the most important thing he should do is to win and chase down the remaining two people.
But he was out of energy.
Not only that, he could feel the wound on his stomach cracking and bleeding out ...
Cheng Hao looked at the three black men with a cold face: "I don't hit children, get off!"
Cheng Hao's momentum was really scary. He was very tall again. He was twenty centimeters taller than the people in front of him. He still had blood on his stomach.
The two black boys who had not been beaten ran out as soon as they were beaten, leaving the black man who kept spitting out and ran out, covering his stomach.
Cheng Hao waited for them to leave, before looking at the remaining shivering yellow man: "What are you still doing? Go and close the door!"
The young boy ran to the door immediately. He took out an iron rod with a hook from the corner, pulled it down and rolled it up. When he was tall enough to reach the door, he pulled it down completely ... ...
Before he closed the door completely, Cheng Hao had softened to the ground.
Not far away, the black man spit out a disgusting smell, and Cheng Hao scolded with his last strength: "shit!"
After scolding, Cheng Hao got down completely.
The teenager who was closing the door paused and wanted to help Cheng Hao, but he didn't come over ... He took out a key and locked the shutter door, then turned on the light, then ran to Cheng Hao and asked in Chinese: Are you OK?"
The Chinese he speaks, more precisely, should be a dialect.
Fortunately, Cheng Hao understands, and even has a kind of kindness-this person is a Chinese, not a Japanese or Korean, etc. It is really good!
It was just now that he had no strength to speak, and he could not say anything with his mouth opened.
At this time, Cheng Hao saw the teenager running over and started helping him.
He is better now than he was when he asked for help, but probably knows that he can't die. Without the determination at that time, he has no strength to follow the young man's strength to help him ...
Fortunately, although this boy was thin, he had a lot of strength. He finally helped him up and put him on his back.
His weight was completely on the boy's body, but his feet were dragged to the ground ... Cheng Hao was a little embarrassed, while the boy fixed his body with one hand and opened the door to the back room with the other hand. Door.
The room was the way Cheng Hao was before he left. The mixed-race child had no idea what was going on outside. At this moment, he looked up and smiled at them.
The child's smile is the same as the angel, but Cheng Hao has no time to appreciate it.
He felt that a lot of blood was squeezed out of his wound ... It was a miracle that he had not died.
He was taken to the room, the man holding him, grabbing his shirt and tearing it off, then put his upper body on the bed, followed by taking off his trousers and moving his lower body to On the bed.
Cheng Hao: "..."
After the teenager did this, the whole man was panting, and saw Cheng Hao looking at himself, he swallowed: "You ... your clothes are dirty ..."
In fact, Cheng Hao also knew that the other party was taking off his clothes because the clothes were dirty, so it was not a blame, but he still had no energy to speak ...
Anyway, it was already safe, Cheng Hao closed his eyes and closed his eyes.
"You don't die ... you ..." The boy's voice trembled.
Cheng Hao opened his eyes and signaled that he was all right, and then closed his eyes again.
He is very fatal. Judging by the current situation, he should not die, and he does not want to die, so he must live as Cheng Jinhao.
This was not what he wanted, but compared to death, it must be alive.
It was all the things in his last life that made everything feel empty, which made him feel a pity.
Cheng Hao was a boxer in his life.
He was born in 1992, his father died prematurely, and his mother died of illness in his teens. Without him, he entered the provincial sports school boxing team to learn boxing at the age of twelve.
After that, he first appeared in the youth boxing competition. At the age of eighteen, he became a boxer and won the national 54 kg championship.
At the age of 20, he participated in the Olympic Games on behalf of his country and won a bronze medal in the 60kg Olympic boxing competition.
Since then, he has participated in many amateur boxing competitions and won a 60 kg Olympic boxing gold medal at the age of 24. When the Olympic Games ended, he became a professional boxer and won the wBo lightweight. World champion, got the boxer gold belt.
Because boxing matches are divided into many levels according to weight, and among all levels, the heavyweight boxer has always been the focus, so his popularity and income are not particularly high, but not low.
It ’s just that the boxing match is very easy to hurt. Although he won again and again, he also accumulated a lot of dark injuries in his body. Therefore, at the age of 28, he retired and planned to have a marriage and have a child. , Live a safe life.
Unfortunately, his retirement has just begun and it is over.
Cheng Hao thought about all the things he had experienced in his last life.
He was very weak at the moment, and what made him intolerable was that he was very hungry and very hungry.
If you have something to eat ...
After Cheng Hao lay down, the boy who rescued him covered a gauze over his wound and fixed it with adhesive tape.
Waiting for Hao's wounds, the boy went outside and came in after a while. When he came in, he had an iron lunch box in his hand and said to the mixed-race child in English: "Danny, my brother took it from school Come back with fried chicken ... "
Cheng Hao opened his eyes violently, and moved his hands, knocking on the bed, and stared at the iron lunch box at the same time.
He wants to eat!
Cheng Hao's response made the teenager a little dazed. He took the lunch box and stared at Cheng Hao. As for the mixed child, he looked at Cheng Hao with confusion.
Cheng Hao, who had not been able to speak just now, opened his mouth and said, "Eat!"
He wants to eat, he can't think!
The boy subconsciously handed the lunch box to Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao's eyes were staring at the lunch box, reaching for the fried chicken inside, but his hands were raised, but there was no strength, he just kept talking.
The teenager who looked so frightened and wanted to eat looked in his eyes. He pursed his lips and picked up a chicken chop to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao's hand landed on the bed, his mouth widened, and he almost devoured the chicken chop.
Seeing Cheng Hao like this, the teenager took another chicken chop to Cheng Hao, and Cheng Hao ate again.
There are two chicken chops in this boy's lunch box, and this is all for Cheng Hao. That's it. Cheng Hao looks like he's not full.
Cheng Hao wasn't full: "Are there any?"
The teenager glanced at Cheng Hao, took out a long and large loaf from the corner, and brought it to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao took a big bite and couldn't wait to swallow it, then ... he was choked.
This bread is not fluffy, but it is very dry and hard to swallow.
Cheng Hao was so stupefied that he almost rolled his eyes. The teenager saw this, took a glass of water and handed it to his mouth, and raised his head so that he could drink water well.
Cheng Hao drank his water slowly, and it was also at this time that he had time to see what the boy looked like.
The mixed-race child looks good, and the boy is not bad either.
He was about fourteen or five years old, a little thin, but his eyes were large and his eyes were dark and black. After meeting his gaze, the young man moved his eyes subconsciously, and soon he returned his eyes and gave them intently. He feeds water.
Cheng Hao sighed, and sympathized with the child.
This child looks good, but his face is a little swollen. It should have been beaten. His neck and shoulders were also injured. His hair and clothes were dirty and messy, and his hands were covered with small wounds.
Just by looking at his appearance, he knows that he is not doing well.
And this is not surprising.
The issue of racial discrimination has always existed. During this period, because the motherland was not strong and the number was small in the United States, discrimination was even greater.
This point can be seen by Cheng Jinhao's memory.
When Cheng Jinhao first came to this country, whether it was white or black, he discriminated against him.
If it hadn't been for his fight, he would have been bullied.
However, Cheng Jinhao would fight well when he was in good health, but the young man in front of him apparently did not have this ability and could only be bullied.
However, the child saved him, and he can help the child more in the future.
Cheng Hao made a decision. At the same time, he took a sip of bread and sips of bread. He just ate up the bread with adult arms that was thicker than the young man's calf.
After eating, he still looked at the boy eagerly-he wanted to eat more.
"You've eaten a lot ..." The boy was hesitant and shocked again.
"I'm still hungry." Cheng Hao said. He ate so much. He could not eat such a big and strong bread when he was training hard all his life, but he is still hungry.
He has never been so hungry.
But his strength came back slowly, and the whole person's condition was much better.
Cheng Hao suddenly thought of something.
He had discovered before that his injury seemed to be getting better fast, but he didn't know the cause, and now he had a guess.
Did he get a golden finger after he crossed? For example, wounds get better fast?
As for being hungry and wanting to eat ... Is this wound healing requiring energy?