Start the liver experience with push-ups

Whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Fists cut through the air, soles of shoes scraping against the rubber floor.

Under the spotlights.

A lean figure stood in the center of the boxing ring, constantly practicing side-stepping and punching.

Jab, straight punch, hook, swing.

His eyes were focused, his punching movements, his footwork, meticulous.

Although it looked a little stiff, it had a kind of indescribable seriousness.

After each repeated movement, it seemed like he was making subtle corrections, slowly improving.

Until it became more and more fluid, more and more coordinated… … … …

"Fang Cheng, come over and help move the mats!"

A call suddenly entered his ears, breaking the trance-like atmosphere of practice.

"Coming."

Fang Cheng paused, lowered his arms and took a few breaths.

Then he picked up the mop and bucket that were thrown aside and walked off the boxing ring that had been wiped clean.

"If you like boxing so much, you can apply to be a sparring partner, the salary is higher."

"That won't do, if his face gets beat up, half of the female students who come to our club will definitely be gone… …"

Facing his colleague's complaints, Fang Cheng didn't reply.

He silently stepped forward, carried two sponge mats, and walked towards the equipment room.

He was busy for half an hour.

The city under the night sky outside the window was already brightly lit.

"Finally off work!"

"Let's go, let's go for a drink."

"No, I have to pick up my girlfriend… …"

It was still early, he could still get a free hot shower.

In the shower room dedicated to student training, the sound of rushing water soon rang out.

Ten minutes later.

Fang Cheng changed into clean shorts, stepped on the mosaic floor tiles, and walked out of the shower room.

The lights on the washstand were bright, reflecting his current appearance in the mirror.

His shoulders were thin, slightly bony, and his skin was pale with little blood.

The contours of his face were more profound and three-dimensional because of this, the straight bridge of his nose, the thin corners of his lips, all revealing a sense of fragility.

At this moment, his wet hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, covering half of his eyebrows.

No matter which angle you looked at it from, he looked like the pretty boy type that girls preferred.

"What's the use of being good-looking, you still can't find a good job… …"

Fang Cheng gave a slight wry smile, then took a towel to dry his hair.

Then he quickly put on his coat, packed his things, and picked up his messenger bag and walked outside.

In the hazy night, neon signs flickered.

Displaying the words "Global Elite Fighting Club".

As soon as he walked out of the glass door, the cold wind blew in his face, like countless fine needles piercing his skin.

Pedestrians on the road all lowered their heads, fully armed.

Fang Cheng put up the collar of his jacket and put his hands in his pockets.

He also carried his bag and quickened his pace, walking towards the nearby bus stop.

Hopefully he could catch the last bus.

The weather forecast said that on November 20th, the first cold wave of winter would arrive in Dongdu City.

In this kind of terrible weather, if he walked home, he would definitely catch a cold the next day.

Under the bus shelter, a few scattered passengers were standing, constantly breathing and stomping their feet.

There was also a young woman wearing a short skirt and warm socks with a Walkman, listening to music with headphones.

Fang Cheng walked to the corner and joined the waiting line.

While standing silently, the vibrating ringtone suddenly rang from the blue canvas messenger bag.

"Mom… …"

"I've eaten, I've been working overtime just now."

Fang Cheng took out his phone from his bag and talked to his mother, who was working as a caregiver in the hospital.

"The remittance has already been received, right?"

"It's okay, I've now joined a big group as an intern, I don't lack money, grandpa's illness is more important."

"Yeah, yeah… … I know, you also have to pay attention to your health, the weather has been cold recently… …"

After only talking for half a minute, Fang Cheng gently pressed the phone's hang-up button in his mother's instructions.

He raised his head, but found that other people's gazes seemed to be attracted to him.

Fang Cheng secretly shook his head and carefully hid the expensive phone back in his bag.

Perhaps in their eyes, he could be considered a person of status?

This was a new product launched by Noah Company last year.

Compared to the previous "big brick", it was much smaller, and it also supported text messaging, and the price was much cheaper.

He tightened his belt and saved two months' salary and rented a second-hand phone from the market.

Spending so much was just to make it easier to find a job.

Now it was more of a decoration to show off, and he could hardly afford the monthly rental fee.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes showed a trace of dimness.

Despite having a degree in law from a key university, he had not found a satisfactory job for nearly a year and a half because of his poor eloquence and some sensitive and special reasons.

He didn't want to squat at home, so he chose to do odd jobs while continuing to study hard, preparing to join the army of graduate students.

In contrast, those classmates with superior family backgrounds.

Before graduating, their parents arranged for them to take the civil service exam, or they directly entered large groups and well-known law firms for internships.

Fang Cheng had no envy.

For a poor student, perhaps the exam was the fairest way out.

Instead of competing with others in connections, resources, and resumes.

He was just, a little unwilling… …

Raising his head and looking at the night sky that was blocked by skyscrapers, leaving only a line.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flickering.

Compared with the original world, this world was similar but not the same.

It also had modern civilization and prosperous cities.

However, the development of science and technology in various fields was unbalanced, the gap between the rich and the poor was even greater, and social contradictions were more acute.

Just like the Daxia Republic he was currently in, the wealthy families occupied the main promotion channels and monopolized most of the resources.

Class solidification had reached the point where everyone could scold it, but there was nothing they could do about it.

It was too difficult for ordinary people at the bottom to climb up by relying on hard work alone… …

"Hiccup ~"

A middle-aged man with a drunken face and disheveled clothes had somehow gotten close and was standing next to him.

The pungent smell of alcohol and sweat assaulted his nostrils.

Casting a sideways glance, Fang Cheng subtly shifted his position, moving a few steps away from the drunkard.

The other people waiting for the bus also made similar movements.

The drunkard, however, seemed oblivious, holding a can of beer and continuing to gulp down a mouthful.

Seeming bored, he muttered a few words, then began to harass the woman next to him with a leering smile.

He uttered all sorts of foul and offensive language.

He even directly lifted the young woman's short skirt, scaring her pale and causing her to flee.

The drunkard was not ashamed but laughed loudly, casually throwing the empty beer can on the side of the road.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng only frowned slightly and did not say a word.

Having struggled in society for a long time, he had become as worldly and indifferent as those passersby.

In recent years, with the economic downturn, various marginalized groups have become increasingly numerous, and public security has naturally deteriorated.

Recently, there was even a gang fight that made it onto the television news.

"It's just like the terrible weather…" Fang Cheng exhaled a breath of white air, silently thinking as he looked at a few oddly dressed, bleached-hair youths across the street.

"Hey, little girl, what are you doing?!" Suddenly, an angry shout interrupted his thoughts.

He saw the drunkard pointing at the nearby trash can.

Beside it stood a thin little girl, clutching a bulging, tattered burlap sack in her hand.

Her dirty face revealed a sense of nervousness and fear, making her seem somewhat at a loss.

"What are you doing taking my things?"

The drunkard questioned again.

The little girl realized what was happening, looked down at the beer can she had just picked up, and quickly explained timidly:

"I thought you didn't want it anymore…"

"What do you mean, didn't want it? Is this how your parents taught you? To take other people's things without asking first?"

"Then… then I'll give it back to you…"

The little girl lowered her head, reluctantly extending her small, frostbitten hand.

She wanted to return the beer can, worth two cents, to the other party.

However, the drunkard was still unrelenting, slapping the can away.

"Your dirty hands have touched it, how can I drink it now? It's disgusting! You uneducated thing…"

Upon hearing this, the people waiting for the bus frowned, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

The drunkard cursed and grumbled, seemingly recalling some bad things, and his emotions became even more agitated.

"Damn it, that bitch looks down on me, giving me a cuckold's hat, and now even a little girl like you dares to despise me!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the sack in her hand, wanting to snatch it away.

"No, no!"

The little girl desperately protected her hard-earned scavenging results.

However, she was too weak and could only hug the bag with her whole body, being dragged to her knees on the ground.

Fang Cheng's frown deepened, almost twisting into a knot.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath and turned around.

"Uncle, enough is enough."

"What? Are you talking to me?"

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, then released his hand, turned his head, and glared at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng patiently tried to speak in a calm tone:

"Life is not easy for anyone, let's be considerate of each other."

However, these words did not have a persuasive effect but instead made the other party even more aggressive.

"You brat, what right do you have to lecture me? Are you a cop, or a rich man? Don't be too arrogant!"

The drunkard spat saliva at Fang Cheng while pushing and shoving him.

Fang Cheng was pushed back two steps and couldn't help but push back as well.

In the midst of the mutual pulling, the drunken fellow suddenly became enraged.

"You pretty boy, you dare to fight back, I'll kill you!"

Relying on his fat physique, he raised his fist to punch him.

Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Immediately afterward, a scene of punching and attacking on a boxing ring flashed through his mind.

So, almost instinctively, he lowered his body's center of gravity, rotated his shoulders and hips, and threw a backhand punch.

Bang!

A side-stepping straight punch, passing the swinging arm, solidly hit the bridge of his nose.

"Ah—" The drunkard cried out in pain, covering his face, feeling dazed.

He only felt his head buzzing, and all kinds of sweet, spicy, sour, and salty tastes surged out.

Then, two streams of bright red liquid slowly flowed down from his nostrils.

He touched his bloody nose and looked at it.

Immediately, he became angry out of humiliation, cursed, and rushed over again.

Bang!

Still the same boxing technique, the same position.

The drunkard staggered and fell to the ground, his drunkenness instantly fading.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, seemingly loosening his teeth.

Obviously, he didn't expect to be beaten badly by a weak-looking pretty boy.

After being stunned for a while, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat.

Fang Cheng stopped, shook his head, and sighed:

"Uncle, it's getting cold, go home early."

At this moment, the faint sound of a police siren, "woo-er, woo-er," came from afar.

The middle-aged man shivered, hurriedly got up, turned his head, and ran.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

The other people around and the passing public, seeing this scene, all pointed and discussed in surprise.

Fang Cheng gasped for breath, picked up the bag that had been thrown aside, patted it silently, and put it back on his shoulder.

He turned his head to look at the little girl's tearful smiling face.

Although he did not obtain any benefits or advantages from it, a kind of inexplicable emotion surged.

His chest was a ball of heat, like a torch lit on a cold winter night.

Making himself feel warm and illuminating the cold darkness around him.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed.

A line of small characters, like a game prompt, appeared in his field of vision.

[You defeated a worthy opponent, Boxing skill experience +20]