Zhao Yu smiled miserably: "A person who envys you a little and is jealous of your dreams."

Zhao Yu looked at Gao Fei, he was telling the truth.

After years of fighting, Zhao Yu has long been numb. Only by returning to the city and living the life of an ordinary person can he feel that he is still alive, or an individual, not a ghost.

Gao Fei can have his own dreams. Although the dream brings him pain, he firmly believes that dreams must also give Gao Fei the most precious things, and give him the belief and ability to persevere.

However, Zhao Yu was destined to live in the darkness and was a person who was not qualified to talk about ideals and pursue them at all.

If I were an ordinary person, I would probably work hard for what I like like like like like, right? It must be a pity that I am destined to be a ghost.

Why did the flying hero fight?

Zhao Yu thought of this problem that troubled him countless nights.

For what!? Why did you get scars on yourself? Why? Why did you smash someone else's head? Why?

It's just to protect these people!

Protect these people who live seriously, protect these ordinary people who face life sincerely, and protect these people who are brave enough to pursue and never give up.

Gao Fei, your dream is really something I have been protecting!

"Gao Fei, it seems you can still fight."

Gao Fei looked at Zhao Yu: "Where are you?"

"No problem." Zhao Yu looked at Gao Fei: "I'm sorry, today, I'm going to completely crush your dream."

"Nonsense!"

"No matter whether you want to admit it or not," Zhao Yu said: "Your fist is heavy, but you are faster than me! This is the fact."

"shut up!"

"I will let you have no way to punch again for the rest of your life."

"You...what were you saying?!" A terrifying color appeared in Gao Fei's eyes. He felt that this guy suddenly exuded a... murderous aura. This aura was very real and chilling. Now, he also completely believed that Zhao Yu had this ability.

"Gao Fei, you have completely angered me. It's still time to give up now." Zhao Yu threatened.

"Hmph!" Gao Fei snorted coldly: "I, Gao Fei, can lose, but I will never regress! You said you want to end my boxing career? Then let me see clearly how you did it. I still have the tricks to use!"

"Cherish it, this is your last time to fight as a boxer." Zhao Yu gritted his teeth: "From today, you will only have the word "prodigal son" to make yourself feel complacent!"

"Don't talk nonsense to me! I will not lose to a guy like you who even look down on your dreams! Ah-!" Gao Fei let out a terrifying roar and rushed straight towards Zhao Yu, resolutely!

"Ah--!" Zhao Yu also screamed and rushed towards Gao Fei.

Bang!

Zhao Yu was like a leaf in the wind, and his whole body was beaten up, his waist was placed on the rope, his abdomen was arched, and the wound was torn apart again. He gritted his teeth in pain, and his whole body turned down from the boxing ring, fell to the ground, covering the wound on his abdomen, and let out a painful roar.

Gao Fei was panting, his face full of bruises and swollen, and he looked unbelievable. He didn't dodge the last punch!?

Gao Fei just now really felt that he had passed by Death, and he really felt that way. But he didn't take a step back, and he didn't take a step.

Perseverance made him win.

At this time, the side door opened, and the referee came in with a kettle, stunned for a moment: "Is the winner determined? Oh my, Gao Fei, you are injured too? It's really beyond my expectations, but it's too exaggerated to hit the opponent under the ring?"

Gao Fei was still immersed in the dizziness after victory and did not come back to his senses.

Zhao Yu struggled to hold the boxing ring, stood up slowly, and looked at Gao Fei on the stage: "You won."

Gao Fei's chin began to shake. The battle was too difficult to win. His heart was ups and downs, and he almost experienced life and death. At this time, he heard his opponent admit defeat. He believed that he had won.

The door of the boxing gym has since been opened to myself. I defeated my opponent and obtained the qualification to enter the boxing gym to practice.

Gao Fei got down, covered his face, and tried hard to cover up his crying look.

Zhao Yu smiled tiredly. He didn't dare to take big steps, so he could only hold onto the chairs on both sides and move out step by step. Blood flowed out of his trousers along his lower abdomen, his face pale.

Yuchi Junwu thought the opening of the two was too boring, so he left the monitor for a while, and when he came back, he saw Gao Fei alone in the boxing ring. Zhao Yu seemed to move towards the gate bit by bit in pain.

He nodded: "As I expected, a lack of power, is not the opponent of a ferocious beast like Gao Fei. Haha, Zhao Yu, likes to take advantage of girls, right? Then pretending to be innocent, this is disgusting. Now, you will learn some lessons, right? But it is also a miracle that he is still standing."

Yuchi Junwu turned off the monitor and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Hey, what's going on? Tell me about the story."

The referee picked up the intercom and said, "I went out to drink water, but I didn't see the passing."

"Ah?" Yuchi Junwu said: "Please, you are the referee. Can you give me a little more professional?"

The referee said dissatisfiedly: "Master, none of them are professional boxers. Such bad competitions are just street fighting. Who has the patience to watch two hooligans fight? In short, this kid named Zhao Yu has been beaten so much that his mother doesn't recognize him, uh..."

"What's wrong?"

"This kid has a lot of blood, and his stomach has a lot of blood."

"Belly!?" Yuchi Junwu was puzzled. In boxing competition, stomach bleeding is rare!

"It's my stomach, my face is swollen, and I look very hurt."

"Oh, forget it, forget it, just end it. Give that Gao Fei a place. Start tomorrow. Let's practice with everyone in the outer venues."

"Do you really want to accept him?" The referee was surprised: "He is not a regular guy."

"If he wants to follow the rules, I will accept him. If he does not follow the rules, I can deal with him."

"knew."

Zhao Yu walked to the referee and glanced at the referee: "Correction of you, he is the most professional boxer I have ever seen."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he ignored the referee's surprise and continued to move towards the door.

I silently recited in my heart: Boy, since I have a dream, I must hold on and don’t waste my hard work.

Ah! Lucky lottery! Madan, the supermarket lottery is probably about to end, right? I am so depressed, but at this critical moment, I encountered such trouble. Speaking of this, my wound is troublesome, no, I cannot be seen.

Zhao Yu pulled a sportswear top from the chair at the gate, surrounded his chest and tied it.

He looked pale and gasped weakly: "I... got a disease that I would die if I didn't worry about others."
Chapter completed!