Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Side Flash Straight Punch
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Fists cutting through the air, soles scraping the rubber floor.
Under the spotlight.
A lean figure stands in the center of the boxing ring, continuously making side flash swinging motions.
Straight Punch, jab, hook punch, swing punch.
His gaze focused, the movents of his punches, his footwork, ticulous.
Though slightly stiff, there's an indescribable sense of earnestness.
With each repetition, it's as if he's making subtle adjustnts, slowly improving.
Until he becos smoother and more coordinated...
"Fang Cheng, co over and help move the mats!"
A sudden call interrupts his engrossed practice.
"Coming right away."
Fang Cheng pauses, catching his breath for a few monts.
Then he picks up the mop and bucket that were set aside, and steps down from the freshly cleaned boxing ring.
"You really like boxing, you could apply to be a sparring partner; the pay is better."
"That won't do, if his face gets ssed up, we'd definitely have fewer female mbers coming to our club..."
Facing his colleagues' banter, Fang Cheng does not reply.
Silently, he picks up two sponge mats and heads towards the equipnt room.
Busy for half an hour.
Outside the window, the city under the night sky was dimly lit.
"Finally off work!"
"Let's go have a drink."
"Can't, I still need to pick up my girlfriend..."
As the sounds of conversation and clocking out beca sparse, the large venue fell silent.
Fang Cheng looks up at the wall clock.
21:35.
It's still early; ti for a free hot shower.
In the shower room reserved for trainees, the sound of running water soon starts.
Ten minutes later.
Fang Cheng, now in clean shorts, stepping on mosaic tiles, walks out of the shower area.
The lights over the washbasin are bright, and the mirror reflects his current appearance.
Shoulders slender, slightly bony, his skin pale without much color.
His facial features, however, grew more distinct and sharp because of this; the straight bridge of his nose, thin lips, all revealing a fragile air.
At this mont, his damp hair, ssy and clinging to his forehead, covers half of his eyes and brows.
From any angle, he looked like the type of pretty boy that girls would fancy.
"What's the use of being good-looking, still can't find a good job..."
Fang Cheng gives a wry smile, then quickly dries his hair with a towel.
He then hurriedly puts on his coat, packs up his things, and grabbing his cross-body bag, heads outside.
In the blurry night, neon signs flicker.
Displaying "Global Elite Fighting Club" in bold letters.
Just stepping out the glass door, a cold wind hits him, as if countless fine needles piercing his skin.
People on the street all walk with their heads down, fully suited up.
Fang Cheng turns up the collar of his jacket, hands stuffed into pockets.
Also, with bag on his back, he hastens his steps towards the nearby bus stop.
Hopefully, he can catch the last bus.
The weather forecast said, on November 20th, the first cold wave of winter will hit East City.
With this ghastly weather, if he walks ho, he'll surely catch a cold the next day.
Under the bus shelter, a few sparse passengers stand, continuously breathing warm air and stamping their feet.
There is also a young lady in a mini-skirt and thermal socks with a portable music player, listening to music with earphones.
Fang Cheng walks to a corner and joins the waiting line.
Standing silently, his blue canvas bag suddenly vibrates with a ringing tone.
"Mom..."
"I've eaten, been working overti just now."
Fang Cheng pulls out his cellphone from the bag, talking to his mother who works as a nursing aide in a hospital.
"Has the money been deposited?"
"It's okay, I've entered a big corporation as an intern now, I'm not short of money, grandpa's illness is more important."
"Mhm, mhm... I know, you also take care of yourself, it's getting colder recently..."
Only half a minute into the conversation, amid his mother's reminders, Fang Cheng gently presses the end call button.
He looks up, only to find that the gaze of those around him seems to be drawn to him.
Fang Cheng shakes his head discreetly, carefully hiding the expensive phone back into his bag.
Perhaps in their eyes, he is also soone of status?
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