"No, Taekwondo is like my life, I can't leave it." Jin Zhengxuan's tone was full of determination, with a sad and lonely look on his face.

For him, who has been practicing Taekwondo since childhood, Taekwondo has been completely integrated into his life, just like eating and drinking, it is a completely habitual life.

Without Taekwondo, his life no longer has any meaning. Living is boring and boring. What is the difference between death and death?

"You can go to the hospital to take the clearest CT scan of the whole body's bones. All the bones have been displaced. If it continues, the nerve points will be compressed. At that time, it will be even more impossible to treat."

Zhang Yang's face was full of confidence, and he felt sorry for him in his heart. He continued: "If I stop playing Taekwondo now and recover slowly through traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture, at least I can take care of myself in the future."

"But……"

"Not doing Taekwondo doesn't mean you leave it. You can be exposed to any information activities related to Taekwondo, but you just can't do it yourself."

“What will happen to my life?”

Jin Zhengxuan continued with a wry smile: "I have been studying Taekwondo all my life and making money from competitions. Once I leave the competition, I will have no income."

What he said was a bit sad, and it could also be said that there was no need to tell Zhang Yang about these hardships at all.
Chapter completed!