After leaving the boxing ring, Ding Xiaonian and Shang Yang found a fast food restaurant casually. After chatting for a few words, they didn't talk much. They learned that Ding Xiaonian's steel bar work had almost done the same, and the other party was very righteous. Seeing that he had given back the steel bars all the funds, the last batch of final payments were missing, but the problem was not big.

Seeing that his brothers were finally about to get out of the poor class, Shang Yang was very happy, and others didn't know the inside story. He knew that he had been suffering a lot since he dropped out of school. He searched for a few years and finally seized the first opportunity in his life. He would definitely spread his wings in the future.

Ding Xiaonian came in to cheer, and the other was to tell him that he would go to Yongcheng, the provincial capital in a few days and personally check the Bentley with a fake/licensed Bentley. Although Shang Yang did not say it clearly, he had a premonition that the car must be crucial to Shang Yang.

However, at the critical moment of the enemy, Ding Xiaonian still endured his words and said nothing but made Shang Yang feel confused.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the two separated.

Shang Yang walked home alone.

He had to relieve stress before the competition. His way of reducing stress was very special. He listened to the female anchor of the Midnight Radio named Youyou. Shang Yang believed that he had been poisoned. He never thought that hearing a person's voice could make people so intoxicated. He lay on the bed every night, closed his eyes, and just plugged in his headphones, and felt that his whole body was soaked in water. There was a pair of delicate and gentle hands around him, gently brushing every nerve...

He plugged in his headphones and listened to the sound, but thought about something else in his mind.

As the saying goes: High risks bring high returns.

Although madmen and challengers are invincible, once they can win the final victory, they will be among the top boxers, and the wealth brought by fame will be immeasurable.

...

There was a competition in the afternoon. Shang Yang did not come to the club in the morning, but was at home to rest. Not to mention that Chen Yutong was missing. In the past, this little girl knew that he was at home and came to "check the post" if he had anything to do, but now she is far away in the provincial capital to study. She didn't send him a message like anger. She should have been holding back her energy and asked Shang Yang to send her first.

After lunch, I came to the boxing ring, and a large number of boxers had gathered in the boxing ring.

The corridor entering the backstage was placed with temporary seats, and most of them were resting here except for the club boxers.

Shang Yang did not go back to the lounge, but searched in the corridor. Because Zhou Fei's game was also today, Uncle Zhou should be there, but he didn't find it. He walked into the off-field players' lounge when he first came to the boxing ring. It was not big inside, and it could only accommodate about ten people. After all, it was just a temporary rest.

Push the door open.

A strange aura came from inside.

Everyone in the lounge had their backs facing the door, forming a circle.

"Oh... I'm so old man, how did I think about my proposal last time? You two are married to a wife. During the day, the fool calls her mother. You two call her a wife. You two take turns to use it..."

The voice is very familiar, it is Lao Hei who met for the first time.

At that time, he was teasing Uncle Zhou and almost had a fight with Shang Yang. If Ge Zhong had not pushed the door in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"And my suggestion, when you get married, we will all go and support us, have wedding banquets, and do technical guidance during the wedding night. Otherwise, the fool will not be able to do it. You are older and leave the hard work to us."

"I'm the one, after all, I'm too physically exhausted and can give your wife a wonderful night."

Lao Hei said boldly again: "Everyone comes... Come together, I'll treat you!"

"Ha ha…"

The circle surrounding it burst into tears.

In the middle of the crowd surrounded by this group of people, two people were squatting against the wall. One was Uncle Zhou, who was wearing a century-old suit. In the face of the teasing of the people around him, he could only grin and put on a bitter smile. Such teasing was common. Every time he brought Zhou Fei to the competition, he would be ridiculed.

He is nearly 60 years old and is shriveled. He dares not speak out in front of these boxers.

Uncle Zhou squatted next to him, holding his head with his hands, without saying a word, and he could not see any anger. It seemed that this should be the case in front of these people. His attitude was completely opposite to when facing Shang Yang. Every time Shang Yang went to practice, he would attack like crazy, without mercy and without means.

"Don't smirk!"

Lao Hei raised his foot, rubbed Uncle Zhou's face with the sole of his shoes, leaned his head back against the wall, and made a banging sound: "It's been a long time since you asked you to marry a wife, but you haven't acted so hard. I've taken my words like a wind in my ears? Damn, I've been holding it in for two months and I'm waiting for you to marry a wife, but I just don't marry her. Isn't this giving me face?"

Lao Hei's feet were a little harder.

Uncle Zhou's face had been deformed and leaned firmly against the wall, and maintained the ugly smile on his face. He knew that resistance was useless and could only bring more ravages. He usually understates the past, but now the competition is about to be in high pressure, so he is more excited about his practice.

"say!"

Lao Hei tried hard again.

It seems that he is going to stomp the skinny Uncle Zhou’s face.

"Brother Hei... I'll look for you in the past few days...soon."

Uncle Zhou's mouth was trampled so hard that he couldn't close it and his words were intermittent.

"But I can't wait. Brothers, hold him down and strip him down. I want to play with him..."

Lao Hei said, retracted his feet and raised his hand to start picking up his pants.

"Brother Hei...Brother Hei...Don't move, believe me, soon"

Uncle Zhou was panicked when he heard Lao Hei's words, and his face turned extremely ugly and began to beg for mercy.

But everyone around him was not afraid of the big deal. Who would care about Uncle Zhou? When Lao Hei finished speaking, several people rushed up to hold Uncle Zhou down. His short figure struggled in front of several boxers. He did not succeed, only funny.

"Who takes mineral water for him to wash... The old guy doesn't know whether he loves it or not."

"Brother Hei...Brother Hei... I let me go for my age, please."

Uncle Zhou's voice was already pleading.

Zhou Fei next to him lowered his head and wanted to hide.

Standing at the door, Shang Yang watched this scene happen. He was not unwilling to move, but was waiting for Zhou Fei's reaction. After two months of being together, he knew that Zhou Fei's IQ was indeed a bit lacking and did not respect Uncle Zhou at home. However, he never expected that his biological father could still be indifferent to such a situation.

Is he a fool?

"Crack..."

Uncle Zhou's pants were pulled off, and then Uncle Zhou's wailing sounds were followed.

Shang Yang's teeth were trembling with anger. He was bullied by others and horses were ridden by others. Especially here, Zhou Fei's actions made him angry, but Uncle Zhou was still very good to him. His whole body was bleeding and he walked over quickly.

"Pull it... let him pout and hold it down!"

Lao Hei is still giving orders, and it seems that he is ready.

"Don't worry, I can't move, I can't move..."

"Hurry up"

The few people who held Uncle Zhou were urging him.

Shang Yang walked faster and faster, and when he passed by the sofa, he saw a stick with arm strength on it, which was a frame in the middle, holding the thing on both sides with his hands. He felt that one hand was not enough, and he firmly grasped one end with both hands.

"Shut down, I'm coming!"

Lao Hei shouted wildly and then moved towards Uncle Zhou.

No matter how hard Uncle Zhou struggled, he could not change his direction at all. Tears had already appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Come!"

Lao Hei's voice was unprecedentedly loud, and it sounded like he was cheering himself up, twisting his butt and trying to move forward.

At this moment, Shang Yang, who had already walked behind him, bent his waist, held the stick tightly with both hands, almost adding all his strength to Lao Hei's middle part.

The guard on the other side of the stick was completely infiltrated!

"oh…"

In an instant, Lao Hei's body suddenly tensed up, he raised his head to look at the ceiling, his eyes widened like never before, his face turned red and white, as if he was thinking about what had happened.

“It’s over before it even started?”

"What's the movement?"

“Is it comfortable?”

The people around him asked for some inexplicable questions. These people looked at Lao Hei. Yu Guangzhong was so scared that he shivered and quickly closed his mouth.

Then, everyone let go of Uncle Zhou's hand, turned slowly, and stared at Shang Yang with a fear of difficulty.

Uncle Zhou, who was finally relieved, quickly stood up and put on his pants.

When he saw Shang Yang, he froze in place, and then he turned his head without looking at each other and continued to wear his pants.

The scene is very quiet, terrible.

Shang Yang raised his hand again, held it on the stick, and pulled out the stick embedded in Lao Hei's body.

It seemed like I heard a bang.

“Eh…”

Another strange sound came from Lao Hei's mouth.

After being liberated, he slowly turned around and saw Shang Yang subconsciously growing his mouth. Before the terrified eyes could be filled, a black shadow came.

"You really deserve a beating!"

Shang Yang lifted the stick and pouted his head straight to Lao Hei's mouth. He never knew what it meant to start lightly. He exerted extremely hard, and almost hit his throat along the gap that opened. Lao Hei's body was pushed back two steps.

They were irritable before the game, and Shang Yang was irritable.

The pressures exist differently.

“Is it comfortable?”

"Is it so satisfying?"

"How happy!"

Shang Yang asked, holding the stick and constantly retracting it. After a few strokes, Lao Hei finally reacted, his face turned red, and his mouth made a dry retching sound. He grabbed the stick and wanted to pull it out with both hands.
To be continued...