Change your clothes, walk into the room, and go to the boxing ring.

This room is about forty square meters. Except for the boxing ring in the middle, there is a one-meter-wide space around it. The space is the wall of the house. The ceiling is very simple and there are several incandescent lamps hanging to ensure that there will be no shadows on the boxing ring. Through the communication just now, I learned that the man who is about 1.9 meters tall is named Zhou Fei, and he is Uncle Zhou's son. As for too many topics, Uncle Zhou did not say anything.

The moment Zhou Fei saw Shang Yang walking into the ring, his shoulders kept surging, relaxing before the game, staring at Shang Yang like a hungry wolf, for fear of running away, and constantly hitting each other with his fists, which was extremely aggressive while demonstrating.

Shang Yang stood in a corner of the boxing ring. There were only two of them in the empty room. They were only wearing boxing shorts and of course they were wearing gloves on their hands. It was a bit unnatural. I wanted to say something to Zhou Fei, but I was keen to find that this guy was in a bad state, so I was too lazy to speak and stood there waiting for the time to come.

He has never been involved in boxing, and he is a good fighter. Apart from the fame he has gained after all, he thinks that one fights three is not a problem.

The depressing atmosphere lasts about two minutes.

Just as I heard a "creaking" sound, the door was opened.

Shang Yang didn't think anything was wrong, but just looked forward. Seeing Zhou Fei's eyes with angular muscles on his body, his eyes were blinking, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was about to attack. Then he raised his spirits and looked back subconsciously behind him. He had just turned around and was stunned by the situation in front of him.

Just see Uncle Zhou walking in from outside the door holding a sign, which read "First Round"

Of course, the most important thing is his dressing.

Uncle Zhou, who looks at least 60 years old and has dark eyes, looks completely different from the ones just now. He wears a pair of white high heels, white stockings on his legs, a dispersed white short skirt, a tight vest on his upper body, rabbit ears on his head, and a passionate smile on his face. If this outfit appears on a girl, no matter how much she looks, it will make people shine. If she wears Uncle Zhou, it will be a bit shocking and inspiring to the world.

Uncle Zhou obviously noticed Shang Yang's gaze, but he didn't care at all. He walked into the boxing ring in shock, stood in the center, showed it in four directions, and then walked down the boxing ring with the most authentic cat steps. Shang Yang's gaze never changed on him. He saw Uncle Zhou walk to the side. Then, he put down the sign very quickly, picked up a pair of trousers from the corner, put it on his body in a flash, and then picked up a black and white T-shirt and put it on his body, took off his rabbit ears, picked up a whistle, and ran to the ring again. The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and he was already quite skillful.

"squeak…"

He stood in the middle, whistled, then raised his hands to signal the two of them to get closer.

Zhou Fei had long been familiar with the process and went to the center.

Shang Yang approached the middle dumbly.

Uncle Zhou grabbed the wrists of the two, let them touch their fists, looked around, and asked with his eyes whether the boxer was ready. He knew if his son was ready. He had already asked the latter more. Shang Yang's eyes were mixed, but he still nodded slightly. Uncle Zhou nodded habitually, let go of his wrists and turned back. When he retreated to the edge of the belt, he suddenly blew towards the whistle.

"squeak"

The harsh sound cut through the room, which indicates that the competition officially begins.

"Swoosh..."

Zhou Fei was already impatient at this moment. When he heard the whistle, he punched quickly and rushed straight to Shang Yang's face. The speed was jaw-dropping. Perhaps it was because of his natural reaction speed, or because he was training some after the day, Shang Yang subconsciously raised his arms to block his face.

"Bang..."

The moment his fist contacted his arms, Shang Yang clearly felt that his arms were numb at the same time, as if they were not his own, and they were completely uncontrollable. The huge force made him think that his standing body would irreversibly shake, and his body was beaten backwards. Fortunately, after two steps back, his body leaned against the belt, otherwise it would be unknown if he needed to take a few steps back.

Shang Yang does not pay attention to boxing and does not know Tyson, but he has also heard of the glorious deeds of this fierce man. It is said that one punch can produce hundreds of kilograms of strength and one punch can kill a cow. He didn't believe it before, but now he really believes it. He is just an unknown boxer in front of him. He can lose consciousness with one punch. When he encounters a famous boxer, he doesn't need to ask for these arms.

"Good punch!"

"The Red Player is worthy of being hailed as the most promising boxer. His punch is strong and powerful, and he has the style of Mayweather. In time, this boy will definitely become a leading talent in the boxing industry..."

"The Blue Player was just careless just now. Please pay attention. When you look at him, is there any resentment from Pulev back then? I believe that the Blue Player must be prepared..."

"This game is so exciting and so exciting!"

There were only three people in the room, and Shang Yang and Zhou Fei were fighting each other, so the one who spoke was naturally Uncle Zhou. His voice was sluggish and full of energy. Even his voice was somewhat similar to the commentary on TV.

"Bang..."

Zhou Fei was like a bulldozer, only knowing to move forward and not backward. The height of 1.9 meters has formed an overwhelming advantage over Shang Yang. It can be seen from the lines on his arms that both sides are not on the same heavyweight level at all, but at this time the two of them have a boxing ring at the same time.

Shang Yang was forced to the corner and kept holding his head with both hands to protect his head.

Zhou Fei did not have the awareness of the other party being "studying" and his fists were hit like raindrops, and each time it seemed like he had a full blow.

Shang Yang's head was buzzing, with a faint sign of fainting, and even the pain was disappearing.

"Squeak..."

Uncle Zhou stopped commenting, blew the whistle urgently, turned into a referee and ran over quickly, hugged Zhou Fei from behind and dragged him aside. Zhou Fei was unwilling to give up, and kept hitting his chest with both hands, then raised his chest to push Uncle Zhou, who was shorter than him. If Uncle Zhou hadn't kept whistle in his mouth and barely suppressed it, it would be very likely that his other eye would have turned black.

"Young man, how about it?"

Uncle Zhou walked up to Shang Yang and asked with concern.

Shang Yang was wearing thick and shook his head. He used to think that beating people was a physical job, but he didn't expect that being beaten was also a physical job. He was very tired, his legs were floating and weak. He slowly raised his head and felt that the incandescent lamp on his head was particularly dazzling.

Uncle Zhou said in embarrassment, "It's just two minutes later. You can't continue like this. Just hold your head and wait for the beating. The consequences will be very serious. But you can still keep your heart in your stomach. Uncle won't let you suffer in vain. I'll give you extra money. If you can fight back, try to fight back. If you can't fight back, hold him on. If he can't fight back, he won't use his strength. If he drags it for a few seconds, it will take a few seconds..."

Shang Yang took a few breaths and finally recovered.

Looking at Zhou Fei's ferocious expression in front of him, then looking at Uncle Zhou's wrinkled face in front of him. For some reason, he suddenly laughed and joked, "Uncle, you spent money to hire me to punch. Not only did you not find any reason to deduct my salary, but you also helped me find excuses to be lazy. Is this money a bit unfair?"

"You kid!"

Uncle Zhou also smiled, with a smile in his eyes. He could never pretend to behave, and he was full of kindness. "Just do what I said, otherwise I won't care if I break it..."

He said, retreating from Shang Fei's eyes, and re-arriving at the center of the boxing ring, becoming a meticulous referee, looking at both sides.

"squeak"

With a whistle, the game continued.

There is no such thing as a god protecting his body. The gods came down to earth and waited for Shang Fei to continue to be beaten. But he also began to fight back. With his own experience, he punched Zhou Fei quickly. If he hit Zhou Fei's head, he could be blocked. Then he hit him in the abdomen. Unfortunately, Zhou Fei's punch made him unbearable pain, and when he hit Zhou Fei's punch, the other party had no reaction at all. His previous strength was in this room with only three people, as ridiculous as a child's wrestling.

Three minutes a session, one minute rest in the middle.

Shang Yang sat panting on the boxing ring with his back against the pillar in the corner.

On the opposite side of him was Zhou Fei, who was not blushing and his heart was not beating, and at most he was sweating a little.

Uncle Zhou transformed into a professional coach again, squatting next to Zhou Fei with a water cup, explaining to him how he performed in this section, what else needs to be improved, and what are the other party’s shortcomings.

For some reason, in Shang Yang's eyes, even if there were only two people on the other side, the decorations around him were not luxurious, and the incandescent lights were not even warm, but he just felt that the scene was so warm that people were intoxicated.

The end of the second section: Shang Yang's body was soaked, he felt obviously weak, and it was very difficult to stand.

End of Section 3: The nose is red and swollen, and the bleeding cannot be stopped.

End of the fourth quarter: According to Uncle Zhou's tactics, he hugged Zhou Fei twice and barely passed the test, but a small hole was also made in the eyebrow bone, and blood was drawn out...

The fifth section is not over yet: With a bang, Shang Yang fell to the ground completely, with his eyes closed, and in a large shape. If it weren't for the violent ups and downs on his chest and his whole body was still motionless, it would seem that there was no difference from a dead person. He had completely shed his strength and could not get up anymore, his arms were not broken, and his muscles were completely swollen due to defense...

I was beaten for half an hour and slowed down for half an hour, which could be considered as completing an hour of work tasks.

Shang Yang sat in the room where he had just come in and posted a poster. There was a ball of toilet paper on his nose and a band-aid sticking his eyebrows. If his admirers saw this, he might be sure that any girl would dare to fight for her life with a knife. He sat on a chair to change clothes. Uncle Zhou changed his suit and walked over, holding a stack of banknotes in his hand.

"Young man, you performed well, this is your salary..."

Shang Yang couldn't get enough energy. He just wanted to have a good sleep now. He took the money and counted it. He had more than three hundred yuan. He took out three more pictures and handed them over, "Three hundred more..."

Actually, I still have many questions in my mind, but I really don’t have the energy to ask again.

For example: I haven’t heard Zhou Fei say anything since I came in. Is he a mute?

For example: You look at your old conversation like a higher education person, how can you be in this place?

For example: Is Zhou Fei a little wrong with it, etc.

Uncle Zhou raised his hand and pushed it back, laughing and said, "Hold it, it's all hard money. Even if you buy nutritional supplements for these 300, you'll buy nutritional supplements for you. After all, I'm in blood. Uncle has limited abilities. If the conditions are good, I will definitely pay you more, but now I can only do this..."

Uncle Zhou has been here for more than a year and has been looking for someone to practice for countless times. He is afraid of being beaten by his son, so he can only find ordinary people. One third of them ran away on the spot when they saw this, and one third of them were beaten to leave halfway. The remaining people could persevere until they were knocked down, and they would never be lenient even if they wanted money. The first person who pushed the money back like Shang Yang was the first.

The more I look at it, the more comfortable the child is.

Shang Yang shook his head and pushed the money back hard. His voice was weak, but his tone was unresisting and said, "Uncle, you give money with your conscience, I make money with your conscience. It's enough for everyone to have this heart. Besides, we are not just working together this time, and you can't give it to me again and again in the future. Otherwise, I smell the smell of food when I came, and this money will be used as food expenses. I will come here to eat in the future. I am hungry today, otherwise I can hold on for two more rounds... Haha."

After Shang Yang finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave. It was already late, and it was about ten o'clock.

Uncle Zhou did not stand up, but he raised his head and his eyes kept magnifying. He looked at Shang Yang as if he was looking for a monster. He didn't dare to say anything when he was looking for someone. Ordinary people were seeking death as a trainer. Therefore, every time he found someone, he was half-tempered and half-coaxed. Even those who could last until the end did not have a second chance to cooperate. No one was stupid. Although the money given by this family was not bad, the "abnormal" Zhou Fei left no room for a fight. If Old Zhou took a slow move, it would be a lifelong battle.

One thousand eighteen hour sounds a lot.

But the danger is too great.

Shang Yang is indeed the first one who is coming.

He said in a nearly shocked tone, "You...you said you still want to be a sparring training for Xiaofei?"

Shang Yang looked at the old man who played several roles all night and felt very kind. He smiled knowingly: "Why don't you make money so easy to make? Just act like exercise. You need to train in the future. Call me at any time and cooperate for a long time... I'll give you a 20% discount... and then erase the fraction..."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhou was so excited that he stood up from the chair with a whizz. Some point touched his heart. Misty appeared in his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "I never ask the name of the person who came, but you are different... Child, what are your name?"
Chapter completed!