People say that a gold belt that has never been to North America is not a real gold belt.
A boxing champion who has never been to North America will be laughed at.
In today's world of professional boxing, no region can be compared with the strength of North America.
Therefore, the four major North American boxing organizations, WBC, WBA, IBF, and WBO, have become the most desirable places for all professional boxers.
However.
On the professional boxing stage of these top events, Asians are rarely seen. The differences in physique, physical fitness, strength, and fighting skills are destined to make it impossible for Asians to step into this sacred field that people yearn for.
Until Yuanzhen stood on the stage of the WBC featherweight gold belt competition.
-People immersed in the world of boxing finally remembered that there was a continent on the earth that they had completely forgotten.
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Yuanzhen is an orphan.
He didn't know his real name, his ancestral home, where he came from and where he was going - Yuanzhen only knew that his master picked him up at the gate of a martial arts school, which was located on the most mixed street in Hong Kong, and he had been learning boxing from his master since he could remember.
When he was in elementary school, Yuanzhen was boxing.
So before he learned to write, Yuanzhen had become a street bully who fought from one street to another.
When he was in junior high school, Yuanzhen was still boxing.
So his grades were terrible, and it was common for the old man to be invited to have tea by the class teacher.
It was not until high school that Yuanzhen finally got his head around the idea and started to rebel a little, except for throwing away his schoolbag and putting on boxing gloves to continue boxing at the martial arts gym every day. For example, he learned to think——
"Master, we are learning boxing so seriously because we want to participate in the Olympics?"
"Fuck you, you idiot. I have told you tens of thousands of times that the Olympics are amateur boxing. They can't handle your tricks, and you can't handle their tricks!"
"Are you asking me to join underground gambling games in the future?"
"Underground gambling games are for two or three kittens like you to play with at will." Go? You have to have a boss who likes you - if you have that fate, I will really burn the incense-"
"I am so handsome, why should the boss look down on me?"
"It's useless to be handsome, it's not like being a duck!"
"Old man, you're naughty again."
"...Where does it come from so much nonsense! Lift your legs high three hundred times first!"
"Three hundred times so cruel! I owe you money, stinky old man..."
"Five hundred times!"
"Hey!"
"Eight hundred times! Do you still have to bargain?!"
"Do it, okay..."
Above.
Once upon a time, Yuanzhen thought that he would devote himself to the boxing career for about his whole life. When his master, who had no children, he would inherit his martial arts school. Then he would inherit his martial arts school. He would take time to get a virtuous woman to marry, give birth to a Xiao Yuanzhen, and teach Xiao Yuanzhen to box...
OK, it's not creative, right? He didn't think about it either, but who told him that Yuanzhen would not be bullshit except for boxing.
Yuanzhen never thought about what it was like to be a father from the perspective of a master. His idea was simple - when little Yuanzhen grew up and inherited the martial arts school, he could retire. At that time, he would drink morning tea and watch the sunset every day, teach old men and women to do "sunset" boxing, and walk from the street where he grew up to the end of the street with a basket of vegetables - well, at least the dream is so beautiful. Until this day, I don't know how, as an Asian, Yuanzhen stood on the stage of the WBC featherweight gold belt competition. Sitting in the lounge, listening to the cheers of the audience outside and the messy reports from various TV stations, Yuanzhen was in a state of out-of-body experience - everything seemed like a dream. Until... someone outside seemed to be calling him in very unpleasant Chinese to prepare for the stage. They were really calling him. Yuanzhen clenched his fists silently and lowered his head——
9OZ boxing gloves, head protection... Gold Saint level boxing shorts are in place.
The rest is...
I am very calm.
Really calm.
I am very, very calm.
"..."
The lights outside are a bit flashing. Excuse me, can I wear sunglasses?
"--Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the WBC featherweight gold belt competition! Now let me introduce the red team to you first! The red team is Christian from the United States-this young American player has never restrained his brilliance since he stood out in the national competition ten years ago. He lived up to expectations as a seeded player at the beginning of this competition. He has made it all the way to the finals after winning five levels in the preliminary round. Let us look forward to what kind of wonderful performance he will bring to us tonight!"
So noisy. "--Now, please allow me to solemnly introduce today's blue team to you. It is very special and magical--it comes from an ancient country. In my hosting career, I have never read out such a name on the stage of the finals. Please focus on the entrance of the blue team. Yes, let us warmly welcome the contestant from Hong Kong, China, Zhenyuan! ! ! ! After so many years, we finally saw Asians in international events like WBC. Tonight, no matter success or failure, we should remember this young man! ! ! ! ! !
Damn, this host is a sweeper who was invited when the real diarrhea didn't come?
What a low standard of speaking.
Is white skin amazing?
Is black skin full of power?
Is black hair and yellow skin handsome too! ! ! !
Yuanzhen turned over and climbed into the guardrail in a not-so-good-looking posture. He bit the mouthguard into his mouth with a speechless face. Turning his head, he saw his master not far away. To be precise, for so many years, the man in front of him who was a little old and always wearing old silk Chinese clothes had been regarded as his father... Well, at this moment, as a father and also as a coach, the man stood outside the venue, and the expression on his face was still as calm, serious and cruel as when he stood beside the venue to supervise Yuanzhen's training countless times... It's just that the lighting on the scene exposed the graying of the old man's hair. This person... actually also gets old. Yuanzhen curled his lips helplessly, grabbed the edge of the guardrail like a monkey and stretched out his hand. In full view of the public, he patted the old man's shoulder and said in a slurred voice: "Relax, it's just a game, not a execution ground." With a snap. The claws were ruthlessly slapped off. Yuanzhen withdrew her hand and pretended to be beaten so hard that she touched the back of her hand through the thick boxing gag. He raised his head and showed a soothing heartless smile to the old man standing not far away - as if he was playing lazy countless times.
At this time, Yuanzhen didn't expect that this was the last time he smiled like this at the old man.
What he didn't expect was that since ancient times, there have been thousands of players who have died on the boxing stage, and he was so lucky to be one of them-
...
Before the whole world fell into darkness, the last picture in Yuanzhen's mind was that he was standing in the spotlight, looking at him expressionlessly. Under the light, the old man's hair was full of bright hair.
What a vivid sentence for a white-haired man to give a black-haired man.