Chapter 179: "Boxing King" (I still haven't finished writing until now)

Wang Zewen didn't know what to say. He only knew that his dream of returning to the boxing ring had once again died. The angrily that Coach Song pointed at his nose just now made him feel very confused all morning.
He cleaned up the in the boxing gym, and occasionally a passing boxer didn't laugh at him, but just responded with a strange look. They don't know why Wang Zewen insisted on it. If it was them, they might have already found another way out. What is he doing in the gym so shamelessly?
　　 The garbage was collected. At this time, the fighters had already started their lunch break for dinner. He returned to the training room, wrapped his hands with bandages, put on gloves, and started hitting the lob.
　　 His persistence had no purpose, but he didn't want to "dead" so early. He died at the age of twenty-six and waited for decay in the following decades.
　　 "Boom! Bang! Bang!"
Every time he kicks the sandbag, he will make a huge noise. The unwillingness that he has accumulated in his heart for six years can only be vented by hitting the sandbag, but after each vent, he will fall into emptiness again, and the boxer’s loneliness will eventually be on the punch. The moment of the station shines, and what about him?
　　 His loneliness is like a file, slowly filing away his edges and corners, his pride, his confidence, and all his beliefs, and finally an empty shell is left, maybe he is dead now.
　　 looked at the wall clock on the wall, he had 20 minutes left, did not wipe off his sweat, and hurried to the cafeteria, and picked up the last bowl of noodles left by the cafeteria aunt.
He took the vinegar from the canteen and poured it into the noodles, but accidentally poured it into half a bottle. He stirred it twice with his chopsticks, poured out the excess soup, returned to the seat, picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth. The jealousy made him frown.
　　 "Boom."
　　 The door was pushed open, and he glanced at the voice. It was his second uncle, this elder who had been very strict with him since he was a child. He didn't say hello, just picked up the noodles and stuffed it into his mouth.
　　 "Come back with me."
　　 "Why are you going back?"
　　 "It doesn't matter if you sell fish with me, or you can do a part-time job, you can do everything better than you are now."
　　 "Forget it, I am not used to it."
Looking at the big screen, Lu Bo didn’t know what to say. The two had a simple conversation, but the knowledge revealed was not to be underestimated. Naturally, Guan Yong, the three-time actor’s old drama, needless to say, but Lu Ze What's the situation? At least in Lu Bo's eyes, Lu Ze's acting skills are unlikely to overwhelm Guan Yong, but it hasn't fallen behind!
　　 He can say with certainty that Lu Ze’s deductive skills have grown again. No, he should change his vocabulary. It’s a soaring! Lu Ze's acting skills in Mr. Shu's period can also be praised, but there is no old drama in that drama, so there is no obvious comparison.
　　 Winning the actor, to be honest, is directly due to the bleakness of the Golden Rooster Award last year. In Lu Bo's impression, Lu Ze is called the actor, but he should belong to the middle and lower reaches of many actor.
　　 He also understood very well. After all, Lu Ze was only twenty-six years old at the time, and he will be long in the future. There is still room for improvement, but what the is it now? Is it the freaking monkey? Wow, go up? With a national first-class actor, a three-time actor, and a 50-year-old dramatist? And it's just a little bit of energy?
If it’s just a normal confrontation, you may not be able to see anything, but this scene is very tense. Lu Ze’s expression, expression, eyes, movements, and even the slightest trembling are just right. It is just a character actor played by Guan Yong, with imposing momentum. It was quite enough to suppress Lu Ze.
　　 "True Nima is a monster, my grass"
The audience attendance rate for this time was pretty good. They were basically full. There were only a few single vacancies. There was also a knowledgeable person around Lu Bo. Seeing the performance of the two people burst into swear words, Lu Po understood very well, if He is not a literary and artistic youth, and he certainly cannot control it.
After talking about Lu Ze’s soaring acting skills, he returned to the true story. The movie itself was beyond Lu Bo’s expectations. He originally thought that the core of the movie was still the cliché defeated champion, his girlfriend, daughter, and mother. Encouraged by these characters, the story of returning to the pinnacle of life.
　　 Is this kind of story inspiring? Of course, coupled with large-scale production, the work will be very sincere. Basically, it is not difficult to score seven points. The scoring of 7.1 and 7.2 should be quite easy.
　　 But to his surprise, the core of this movie is actually quite complicated. First of all, it is a dream. There must be this point, and there is also the point of the downfall boxing champion.
　　 But it transcends most of the works of the same subject. At the beginning of the movie, Lu Bo thought that Wang Zewen was a character who was righteous, or he could not help himself, punched a fake punch or was framed and caused trouble.
　　 This must be able to create a tall protagonist. The audience will pity him for his downfall, but what about Wang Zewen? Young and frivolous, participating in fighting and fighting was suspended for three years, and the boxing gym paid a large amount of compensation. Will such a person be liked by the audience? At first, I won’t like it, but when I like it, it should be a matter of change later.
　　 But what is such an excellent point? It has shaped a living person, rather than a tall and unlucky young man. Comparing the two, Wang Zewen's realism is beyond boundless.
　　 But the script is quite precise to the setting. People still understand the fights and fights of young people very well. After all, everyone has a young age, how many people have not fought?
It’s not the evil deeds of murder and arson, the masses’ level of understanding is very high, but the next plot involves another core, which is a bit bigger, it’s the society’s attitude towards people who have bad deeds. problem.
The simplest example is when criminals are released from prison and re-employed. Wang Zewen’s problem is not serious enough to go to jail, but the boxing gym is actually a microcosm of a small society. To put it bluntly, Wang Zewen is
in jail
in the boxing gym. It's a relatively large and metaphorical thing. After Lu Bo read it through, he really felt that the script was a bit too much.
As a result, this film brought up another problem, namely the problem of adaptation. This core reminds Lu Bo a bit of Reid in Shawshank’s salvation. The reason why Wang Zewen is reluctant to leave the boxing gym is actually the same as Reid’s reluctance to leave prison. .
　　 Then there are the two themes of the most simple family and love. There is nothing to say about this. This is the fundamental factor that increases the friction of the plot. How to choose between dreams and family? How to obtain material to satisfy love?
　　 Xing Qiuya's shaping made Lu Bo's eyes bright, unlike the same type of silly white sweet or gas station heroine, it gives the hero infinite power when he comes up.
Xing Qiuya can't even solve her own problems. She is cowardly, introverted, and she chooses to obey her life. Her awareness of society is very low, but from working as a waiter in a busy small restaurant, her thoughts are very clear. She is capable, and it can be seen that she likes Wang Zewen and a poor person. Does this prove that she still has the possibility of breaking through the current predicament?
　　 What kind of dumb old lady, who was driven out by her daughter-in-law, greeted Wang Zewen while sitting at the door, and the enthusiastic neighborhood, does it mean that after Wang Zewen leaves the "small society", it is possible that the big society will be tolerated?
　　 Up to now, this movie still has not deviated from the inspirational theme, but it is too complicated, from personal feelings to social topics.
　　 Family love, social discrimination, social tolerance, social adaptability, breaking out of social shackles, inspirational movies?
　　 Isn't he going to pull the calf? ! !
For a while, Lu Bo scratched his head a little. This movie is one after another. It is all about the main point. Every shot involves the core. Sure enough, Liu Ying, the great director, came prepared and played so many commercial films. The twists and turns really did not break away from Lu Bo's perception of Liu Ying's works.
　　 Are all special is a coquettish bitch.
　　 Let’s talk about the use of lenses and why an action movie can cost so much money. Let’s just forget it. It’s important to watch a movie.
　　 Lupo grabbed a handful of popcorn, picked up the Coke cup and shook it, but found that the Coke had been drunk unknowingly, and put the paper cup aside, and the movie continued
　　 Sitting in a van, Wang Zewen was very silent while holding his schoolbag. He habitually clasped the calluses in his palm to reduce the fear of his mother's illness.
　　 Neither of them spoke, but the second uncle’s cigarette had not been cut off. Originally, he never smoked in front of Awen because he was afraid of affecting the physical condition of a boxer, but now he is no longer a boxer.
　　 "Get off the bus."
　　 The car was parked in the parking space of the hospital. Seeing that Awen was still stunned, the second uncle reminded him that Wang Zewen was suddenly surprised and pulled the door and got out of the car.
Radiology
As soon as he got out of the elevator, Wang Zewen suddenly had the urge to escape here. He was scared. He was not worthy of getting fat and beating someone on the boxing ring. He is now afraid to die. Apart from guilt, he feels like a needle. .
　　His mother, 47 years old this year, has lost her husband at 25, and has not remarried. She was raised by a single person, and she looks older than 57.
　　 Now she is sitting on the chair in the deserted corridor, wearing a maroon knitted hat, holding a medical record and a medical insurance card in her hand, and dozing with her eyes closed.
　　 "Let's go"
　　 The second uncle reminded him that Wang Zewen turned his back to his second uncle, lowered his head, raised his left hand and gently rubbed the corner of his eye, and shook his shoulders with his back facing his second uncle.
　　 "Wait, wait for me"
　　 raised his head and wanted to pour the tears back. It took about five minutes before he controlled his emotions and followed his second uncle into the corridor. It seemed that he heard footsteps, and his mother opened his eyes, a little surprised.
　　 "Awen, why are you here?"
　　 "Why don't you tell me when you come to the hospital, I will come with you."
　　 He sits next to his mother, gently covering her mother's hand, his tone is a bit reproachful, but the smell of care is very strong, the hands of both mother and child are the same rough, but she is a woman.
　　 The second uncle suddenly interrupted and told his sister-in-law a good news: "Sister-in-law, now Awen doesn't fight anymore. He just resigned from the boxing gym and left."
　　 "Really?"
　　 "Isn't it, this is not, the luggage is brought back, what kind of gloves, protective gear, this is not, they are all here."
　　 The mother was very surprised. Her son was finally able to return to the right track of life, and stopped doing meaningless things. If she could live on her own in the future, she would be worthy of her man.
　　 But she also knew Awen's love for boxing, and she didn't know what the second uncle had said to her son, so she asked Wang Zewen worriedly.
　　 "Then why don't you fight?"
　　 "There is a big game one year later. I want to play, but if Coach Song doesn't let me play, I won't play. If I don't see any hope, I won't play."
　　 He insisted on his life for twelve years, can he let it go so quickly? No one can do it instead. Although he cares about the results of his mother's inspection, even if he exercises restraint, he can't help showing a trace of loss. Zhizi Moruomu, can she not find out?
　　 "This coach Song is the least thing. When did I not give him a gift during the New Year's Day before? Now the six relatives don't recognize him, and he's altruistic. It's okay, Awen. In the future, let's do our own business well and him off."
　　 Although his mother's words were a bit naive, they did comfort his injured heart and allowed him to come out of his original habits and welcome a new life.
　　 But Wang Zewen can also feel the fear of her mother. She is an ordinary woman, only in her forties. She is afraid of this disease, not only for fear of death, but also for dragging down her children.
　　 This is the most unbearable moment for Wang Zewen. His mother can comfort his wounded heart, but how can he comfort his mother?
　　Time slowly passed. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Zewen took the photo, and he understood what was written on it. His mother took a look at it, but she couldn't understand it. When asked if Wang Zewen understood, he shook his head.
The three returned to the outpatient clinic and arranged a number. The second uncle and mother advanced into the room. Wang Zewen followed behind and waved to the doctor who was in the clinic. Mother and second uncle had their backs to Awen. They didn't see it, but the doctor had already seen it. In the eyes.
　　 "You have a benign tumor, but you still have to undergo surgery. The sooner the better, it is probably troublesome. There will be a few more surgeries, but it's nothing serious. Don't worry."
　　 The words of the doctor gave her a great comfort and let her rest back in her stomach, but soon she began to worry, and she put her left hand on the edge of the computer desk, and leaned forward slightly.
　　 "Then doctor, how much does this surgery cost?"
　　 "Do you have medical insurance?"
　　 "Yes."
　　 "If you have medical insurance, you will get the full amount. What are you worried about? Make an appointment for the operation first, and do it as soon as possible."
　　 The three people left the consulting room with a smile. Wang Zewen looked back at the doctor's badge, bowed to him, the doctor waved his hand, and Wang Zewen nodded and left.
　　 When I got home, my mother said to cook, but Wang Zewen didn't stop. She felt relieved. If she wanted to cook something good, let her do it, while he was sitting in the living room chatting with her second uncle.
　　 "Awen, it's time to take care of yourself now, do you want to find a job?"
"not yet."
　　 "Then let me sell seafood for two days first. When you find a suitable job, you will leave."
"also."
　　 "That's good. I get up at 2:30 in the middle of the night, but it's hard work. Then the dock waits for me. I will take you to pick up the goods. You have to bike. I can't pick you up when I get out early. Do you know the place?"
"do not know"
　　 "I don't know anything about it, come on, I'll take you on a trip while I haven't eaten, sister-in-law! I'll take Awen to recognize the way, you cook first, and you'll be back soon."
　　 My mother poked her head out of the narrow kitchen and asked Awen to remember her way. Don't get lost tomorrow morning. After the two closed the door and left, the kitchen knife that used to cut vegetables paused.
"Ugh"
　　 sighed, she wiped the corners of her eyes and sucked her nose. The sound of the kitchen knife touching the cutting board came from the room again.
　　 The sun has gone down, and only a little light remains. It did not enter the night completely. The street light was on, and it was a bit dim when it first turned on. The two got into the van and drove towards the dock.
　　 The street light shone into the car, and Awen leaned on the car glass, looking out the window in a daze, feeling that his soul was floating out of his body. He didn't exist, so he couldn't hear or see it.
　　 "What's wrong, let me ask you what's wrong?"
　　 Seeing that he was not speaking, the second uncle looked at him sideways, stretched out his hand and punched him, and asked again.
　　 "Gall bladder."
　　 The corner of Wang Zewen's mouth trembled a few times, holding a piece of toilet paper in his hand, gently folding it in half a few times, gently holding it in his hand, and finally lowering his head, burying his head in the middle of his arm.
　　 The two were silent, and the second uncle’s small torn bread buzzed, and there was no noise reduction, but apart from the noise, there was no other sound.
　　 The lighter clicked, the second uncle rolled down the car window and flicked the soot to the outside. He put his left hand on the car window and hit the steering wheel with one hand. He exhaled a puff of smoke and was quickly sucked away by the external airflow, and gave a wry smile.
"Then hide it first? In fact, your mother knows, she must know that although she is not well-educated, she doesn't even understand the words. She doesn't understand what the doctor said, but she should know what's going on. Now, she is your mother, you should know it best in your heart."
"Sorry"
"what?"
　　 The second uncle was astonished as if he had heard the story of the heavens. He glanced at him and stopped by the roadside. They had already reached the beach. Today, when the tide is high, and the waves are big, they can photograph the roadside.
　　 Pulled on the handbrake, the second uncle leaned sideways on the car door and turned to look at Awen.
"Awen, you look at me, it's too late and it's too late to say sorry now, is it useful? Now you know you are wrong? Now you will say sorry? This is the funniest thing I heard this year, why have to wait Now! Your mother spoils you too much! That’s why you have become a 8.5-meter-high mentally handicapped! You don’t have a three-year-old child who is sensible and dreams? Where? From the day you fight outside! Are you worthy of dreams? "
　　 "People can't pay attention to dreams, so they forget reality. Look at your current situation. This is reality. Now your dream should be to change your status quo."
　　 After smoking his last cigarette, he threw it out the window, the car started, and drove towards the dock.
A few days after 　　, Wang Zewen began to learn how to sell fish, waking up early and greedy to stock up, and after closing the stall in the afternoon, he went on to work as a takeaway rider, earning money every day.
Until the day when his mother had the operation, the medical insurance also had to be reimbursed after the operation. Their family couldn’t get the money. It was still his second uncle who helped to pay for the surgery. It’s just from the scratch on his neck that the second uncle was at home. Life is not easy.
　　 Before the operation, my mother seemed to be very scared. She held Awen's hand and said a lot. Wang Zewen was always with her, sitting quietly on the bed of her mother, listening to her telling Wang Zewen's childhood stories.
Speaking of funny things, she smiled brilliantly. Wang Zewen stretched out her hand and stroked her long hair and waited for the time to come. At ten o'clock in the morning, he sent his mother into the operating room and sat at the door of the operating room. One hour.
　　 The effect of the first operation was good. Although his mother's complexion was a little sallow, she also had some strength on her body. This time he learned to be smart and gave the anesthesiologist a red envelope as soon as the salary was paid.
　　 At the same time, he gave up the job of selling seafood with his second uncle, and instead went to a moving company to work as a porter, because the moving company’s salary can be settled daily and the income is not small.
　　 He is in special need of money now. Even if the medical insurance can reimburse the operation fee, the expenses of various nutrients and daily necessities are also a lot, and he has even driven him to a corner, and he has the idea of ​​going wrong.
　　 Until after the second operation, my mother's condition changed drastically, and she could not eat a little bit of rice. She relied on daily nutrient solution to maintain her body's needs.
　　 On the twelfth day after the second operation, Wang Zewen woke up from next to her mother and found that she was confused.
　　 "Mom, it's cold, so get more quilts."
　　 "Don't touch me hot"
　　 "Good, good, no cover."
　　 She is like a child right now, and she loses her temper as soon as there is something wrong. What's more, she can't walk anymore, and she doesn't have the strength to stand up anymore. Even to sit up, she needs help.
　　 Twenty-seven days later, the nutrient solution could no longer be injected, and she also began to refuse to fight drugs, and could only hum in bed every day, but Wang Zewen knew that she was awake now.
Her head is full of white hair. She has been skinny in just two and a half months, but her hands and feet are severely swollen. Her eyes are very wide. She has been looking at her son, and what she sees is leaving him behind. He was not at ease, but everything also ended at eleven o'clock that night.
　　 "I'm going to get dressed."
　　 "Mom, where are you going?"
　　 "My son is very good at the competition, the national champion, wear clothes, I will go to see my son competition."
　　 It wasn't until this time that he realized that his mother was so proud of him, but he ruined everything, making his mother still remember the award he won eight hundred years ago.
Mother wanted to get out of bed all the time, but Wang Zewen couldn't screw her up, so he quickly called the nurse and helped her up. The mother sat and held his hand tightly. She just put on her shoes, and before the nurse arrived, she closed. Closed eyes.
He used to think that he would cry a lot when his mother left him, but when this became a reality, he found that he couldn't cry and he was numb. He forgot how to think until the nurse covered his mother. Baibu, he came back to his senses and realized that he had no mother.
　　 Three days later, he buried his mother in the cemetery he had bought beforehand. When the workers buckled the marble slabs and finished the glue, he recalled the past few months, just like dreaming.
　　 The second uncle looked at him without speaking, but patted him on the shoulder, took him to burn a lot of paper money for his mother, and then took him back home.
Wang Zewen pushed the door into the house and habitually glanced at the sofa. The woman no longer sits here to sew cross stitch. He walked to the position where his mother usually sits because the sofa is very old and that position is already somewhat When it collapsed, he sat up and made a chuckle.
There was a letter on the table written by her mother. The words were not good-looking, but the content was very long. He had read it several times before. As expected, when she got the results, she already knew that her health was very serious. The problem.
　　 The sun climbed to half of the center, finally shone into the room, leaned back on the sofa, and smelt it, as if it still smelled like a mother.
　　 "Hehehe"
　　 grinned like he was about to laugh, but tears fell after all. He picked up the letter written by his mother and read it again. It recorded many truthful words from his mother, one of which was.
　　 "You should go punch."
　　 "咚咚咚."
　　 Someone knocked on the door outside. He put the letter away, got up and opened the door. The person who came was Xing Qiuya, but she seemed a little different today, she seemed to have more confidence.
　　 "Brother Wen, are you okay? Aunt's business"
　　 "Ah, my mother won't mention it. Come in, I just went home, and there is nothing to entertain you. I heard that you are not helping in the store?"
　　 Xing Qiuya had been to the hospital several times before. Last time, the neighbourhood said that she had gone out to find a job, but he hadn't gotten confirmation from her, so he just asked.
　　 "Well, now I sell clothes in the mall. I want to go out and have a look, but I don't want to be a waiter in a restaurant."
"pretty good."
The two talked a lot about her. She changed a lot. She became the size of a mosquito without leaving the restaurant. People became more confident. Nearly an hour later, she got up and said goodbye. Go back to work.
　　 Just before leaving, she hesitated for a while before she made up her mind to turn around and give Wang Zewen a hug, said cheer to him, and ran away.
　　Wang Zewen was stunned at the door for a while, only to find that Song Jiao was rubbing shoulders with Xing Qiuya. After she went downstairs, he walked up slowly and looked up and down Wang Zewen, still expressionless.
　　 "Look for me?"
"if not?"
　　 "I don't punch anymore."
　　 "Yes, you said you won't fight, but your mother still wants you to continue."
　　 Song Jiao walked into the room, looked at the photo hanging on the wall, and nodded slightly. He had a huge contradiction with his lover, but had nothing to do with this suffering woman.
　　 "If my mother's plea works, I could play again three years ago, and now she is no longer there. What's the point of saying this?"
　　 "So the boxing is for your mother? Then she advised you not to continue practicing, why didn't you listen?"
　　 "She is gone now! So what does it have to do with her! I won't fight! What does it have to do with you!"
What Coach Song said was very hurtful. He sprinkled salt on Wang Zewen’s wound. In the end, Wang Zewen couldn’t help it. After six years, he yelled at Coach Song again, but this time, Coach Song was not as angry as he was six years ago. Still calm.
"So you gave up, twenty-six years old? The golden age, maybe you think the root cause of your giving up is because I didn't give you a chance. No, I gave you a chance. Once your suspension period is over, I will say you can go. You don’t want to go, so you are self-proclaimed, hiding in your old almanac’s honor, maybe you think you have a history of fighting and being banned, so no one will want you, but if you don’t try, you How do you know? After all, you used to be arrogant, but very weak, and now the arrogance is gone, but it is getting weaker, so I will not give you a chance, no one wants to give a coward a chance, do you understand ?"
　　 Coach Song sat on the chair, glanced at the cross stitch his mother had sewn, picked up the envelope on the table, and shook Wang Zewen.
"So I came to see you today. I really have something to do with your mother, at least half of it. She was right in front of me when she wrote this letter, but the line between the lines made me even more disappointed. I was afraid that you would be devastated after your failure. Then there was such a thing. You didn’t wait to lose, and you were stunned. You seemed to persevere, and you didn’t play for six years and kept training. In fact, it was a kind of depravity. Your mother kept watching. , That’s why I persuaded you not to fight, but she almost couldn’t stand it on her own, she couldn’t take you anymore, so she asked me to sign up for you. I have to say, you have a good mother. Great enough, her only shortcoming is that she is afraid that you lack the love of your father and that you doting too much will cause you to develop your current character."
　　Wang Zewen was silent. After so long of self-reflection, he had already realized this, but the more he knew, the more he felt that he owed his mother too much.
"Your mother hopes that you can participate in this competition. This proposal does not cause any loss to the boxing gym. It depends on what honor you can help the boxing gym. This is actually not an opportunity, but a wish of your mother. If you want to fight, this is a boxer contract."
Wang Zewen looked at Coach Song, and the two looked at each other for a long time. In fact, the two still have a feeling of mentoring and apprenticeship in their hearts. Otherwise, Coach Song would not agree to the request of Awen’s mother to mess around with such a big game. He didn't drive it, he was just the most senior coach.
　　 Finally, Wang Zewen took out the pen from the drawer and signed his name on the contract. He officially returned to the boxing gym and signed up for the heavyweight event of the Comprehensive Struggle Championship.
　　 Training begins!
　　The dark boxing gym only has air vents that can shine sunlight into Wang Zewen's body. The sweat of the whole body is shining with golden luster in the sun, and the jump rope is waved and shaken with both hands, and the two shakes are moving fast.
　　 Accompanied by the deep guitar plucking, the blood of the audience who had been suppressed was ignited at this moment. From this moment on, the plot truly entered!
　　 "1997199819992000!"
　　 At the moment when the drums burst, he quickly dropped the skipping rope, ran swiftly, and picked up a hundred kilograms of dummies as a hug! The fists kept hitting the dummy’s face, making loud bangs, and the camera quickly switched, and it went directly to a huge pile of sand. A group of professional boxers ran toward the top of the pile with heavy barbells, while Wang Zewen was doing it. Far ahead of other fighters.
　　 "Speed! It's too bad! Didn't you eat in the morning! Is it him? Give me another five sets!"
　　 Coach Song pinched the stopwatch and yelled at a bunch of boxers. The boxers wailed, and only Wang Zewen picked up the dumbbells and continued running wildly without saying a word.
　　 "The waist is hard! Who did he let you use your arms! Drive the waist inertia! Inertia! Have you never gone to junior high school? Haven't studied physics?"
　　 The 30-jin giant axe was lifted, and then slashed fiercely on the wood. This training of the original strength can strengthen the waist muscles, and finally make the fists become two large axes. Who will kill?
"Solid neck and knee! The most important thing is to be solid! After holding your arms, you must hold your arms tight! Raise your knees and hit them! If the collision is solid, the skull can crack! The solution, lower the elbow! Don't bow your head and want to go around. , You're almost no one's leg! Then you will send it up and let people hit!"
The Muay Thai coach held Wang Zewen’s head and began to explain carefully. The fighters who participated in other weight classes were listening carefully until the coach raised his knee~EbookFREE.me~ and was instantly blocked by Awen. His extremely fast reaction speed looked dumbfounded. Other boxers
　　 "Report the count! Report the count! Call out to Lao Tzu!"
　　 "1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!"
　　 Put your hands on your ears, your knees curled up, and ten abdominal muscle contractions were done. Coach Song put on his gloves and hit Wang Zewen's abdominal muscles with all his strength.
　　 "Come again! Shout out! Girl, you! Give me a louder voice!"
　　 used the fastest fist speed to make a great drop, hitting the drop ball back and forth to become a phantom. The whole room was filled with the crackling of the drop ball until Song Jiao brought in a boxer whose height and weight were similar to that of Wang Zewen.
　　 "Awen! Your sparring partner is here!"
　　Wang Zewen turned his head, rubbed sparks with the sparring partner, threw the protective gear at him, and took the lead in the ring. After the two of them met their fists, they went straight to work! But he was accidentally hit by the training partner on the cheek.
　　 "You hug the frame too low! Give me serious!"
After 　　 attacked each other several times, they found the neutral position, and a superman fist hit the sparring face with a heavy cannon. Under the slow motion, the facial muscles of the entire face were distorted for an instant, and then fell to the ground unconscious.
　　 A page of a calendar was torn off, and then quickly interspersed with the daily training. The audience could feel the passage of time, the penultimate page was torn off, and the final time stayed on November 1.
　　Comprehensive Grid Fighting Championship officially begins!
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