That is the judgment of destined destiny.

One day it will come to me.

I absolutely cannot avoid it.

I've known this a long time ago.

The air seemed to condense.

Tang Mengyan's boyfriend's face was blue and white, and flashed like a traffic light.

You are crazy. You are really crazy. You are sick! Tang Mengyan is already crying. She rushed towards me like crazy, pounding my chest hard, slapped the ring box in my hand away, and venting it on me like a storm, as if she wanted to vent all the hatred and resentment in her heart towards me. Maybe she has been holding it in for many years, and we have long needed such an vent between us.

You go. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely. Go, don’t let me see you!

Marry me.

I grabbed her wrist and repeated the same words word by word.

Let's start over. This time, I won't let you run away again.

A burst of warm applause suddenly broke out from the ring, and the referee walked onto the stage and announced the birth of this boxing champion. Everyone's eyes changed again, and I was still looking at Tang Mengyan.

Marry me, as long as you are willing to give me a chance, I will do anything.

I choked and said.

Tears slid silently along my cheeks.

Yanyan, come back. I miss you so much.

Tang Mengyan also cried, and we cried together.

But her face gradually became colder, and she was no longer the little girl who could impress her in just a few words.

Her eyes were red, but deep in her eyes, it was still so cold, like a snow-capped mountain that had not been able to melt for many years.

She glanced at the boxing champion on the ring and said in a stiff voice.

OK, as long as I am willing to marry you, you are willing to do anything, right?

yes.

I nodded.

Tang Mengyan lit her chin, looked at the ring, pointed at the boxing champion with strong muscles on the stage, and said.

OK. Then you go and knock him down. Go! Kill him down and I will marry you!

I was stunned.

My heart is cold.

There was a dead silence around.

Then there was a burst of sneering from somewhere, as if laughing at me for being overestimated.

I looked at Tang Mengyan steadily.

She also looked at me, her eyes full of tears.

Three full seconds.

Then I rolled up my fists.

good.

I said calmly.

Then I'll beat him down.

Even if you die in the ring.

Then, I jumped down, jumped out of the audience, raised my head, rolled my fists, walked along the aisle, step by step towards the ring.

It's like walking to the battlefield alone, facing the ancient Roman warriors with thousands of troops from afar.

I accelerated my pace, like a passerby who dared to go on stage during a martial arts competition and hiring in martial arts novels, jumped onto the ring, the security guard ran towards me, and the referee also looked at me in surprise, trying to drive me off the stage, but I bit the bullet and pushed him away, and walked to the boxing champion.

The boxing champion looked at me with a look of surprise and said nothing.

Sorry, my girlfriend said that as long as I beat you down, I will marry me. Can I have a chance to compete with me? I also know boxing. I am at my own risk.

As he said that, I didn't even get the referee to pull me away, and I punched the boxing champion in the strong chest.

The boxing champion frowned.

What are you doing?

He asked in a rough voice.

Challenge you. Aren’t you a champion? I don’t accept it. I have the ability to hit me.

As he said that, I took another move and punched him in the chest. He didn't move at all.

The referee stepped forward and grabbed me like crazy, but I pushed him away.

Don't stop me!

I shouted, and then punched the boxing champion again. This time, the boxing champion did not hit me, he protected his body with his gloves, and then punched me hard in the chest.

In an instant, I felt like my chest hit a small train, and I was staggering backwards.

I covered my hot chest and the referee stopped me and the champion, but I shouted, pushing him away like a mad bull, pounced towards the boxing champion, hugged him tightly, and then hit his chest.

I felt that every punch I had hit on a hard iron wall, my fist was so soft, soft like two sponges, and his muscles were as strong as a fortress.

Are you sick? The boxing champion punched me and hit me in the abdomen. I felt that all the internal organs in my stomach were rolling like clothes in the washing machine. I coughed violently and spit out saliva all over the floor.

But I still pounced on it, like a stray dog ​​kicked away by someone. Even though I knew the physical difference between me and the bully, I still rushed forward without hesitation, trying my best to bite one of the other's feet.

After I got a few crazy punches, the boxing champion also got excited, and the blue veins on his forehead were pounding.

The referee could no longer hold him back. He punched me angrily, which made me fall to the ground with my stomach in my arms, and I was powerless all over and could barely stand up.

Come on!

I hooked my finger provocatively and rushed towards him again.

Pass.

Another punch hit my shoulder. I felt like my shoulder was cracked and it hurt, but I still waved my soft fist and hit his chest. When I hit it, the champion actually laughed.

Are you tickling me?

He said angrily and laughed.

It's great, come again!

I wiped my mouth, shouted like crazy, stumbled forward, waving my fists at him.

Responding to me was the ruthless blood-red gloves. My chin was punched hard. I felt the whole world spinning. I vomited, and a large mass of gastric juice was squirming in my throat, falling to the ground weakly.

Actually, I already knew the ending.

I simply couldn't be the opponent of a professionally trained boxing champion.

I've known this a long time ago.

Some things cannot be changed by your hard work.

It’s like I have a fate with me during the confinement period.

Many times, you are just a mindless moth, foolishly pounced on the candlelight.

You thought you could put it out, but in the end, it would only burn yourself.

Don’t want to live anymore, right? Seeing that I was obsessed with it, the voice of the boxing champion became cold.

I could no longer speak. As soon as I opened my mouth, gastric juice would flow out of my mouth with blood, but I still dragged my body, shaking, and walking towards him step by step.

Come on.

I said softly.

I'm still standing.

I haven't fallen yet.

Then, I raised my fist and rushed towards him.

The audience was already in chaos, and everyone thought I was crazy.

It turns out he is a psychopath.

Being too heartbroken is crazy.

Someone said so.

I was trembling, and every cell on my body was asking me to run away. They were telling me that I had no chance and I couldn't beat him.

I'll die.

But deeper inside, there was a voice shouting stubbornly.

The voice was stubborn and lonely and firmly holding on to the last position.

What is that.

I don't know anymore.

All I knew was that the voice supported me, making me walk towards him inch by inch, tremblingly, bit by bit, straighten my bent fist and hit him.

Another punch.

I no longer know which punch this is. Each punch hit my abdomen like a rocket, and my chest knocked me to the ground, making me feel like my bones were falling apart.
To be continued...