Global Film Emperor

Chapter 178 The Boxing King (2)

At 4:30, his phone rang. Wang Zewen turned off the alarm on his Nokia green-screen phone, got up from the small sofa in the boxing gym, folded the towel covering him, and got up to open the gym door.

After washing up and changing into an old set of sportswear, I went outside, stretched my muscles and warmed up, and then started jogging around the boxing gym. Before long, I met the other boxers from the gym.

Good morning, Awen.

"morning."

There wasn't much interaction, just a simple greeting. They were three or four years younger than Wang Zewen and weren't very familiar with him. Moreover, the coach often used Wang Zewen as a negative example.

A cautionary tale of someone who became famous at a young age and then became arrogant, ultimately ending up with no matches to play. Nobody wants to end up like Wang Zewen, and nobody wants to associate with someone like him.

He ran until six o'clock, when the cafeteria lady had already prepared the food. A normal boxer gets five meals a day, but Wang Zewen is only considered a cleaner and only gets three meals. He has to take care of the rest of the meals himself.

I didn't eat much last night, and I'm starving now. This morning, they served me bread and noodles. I scooped up a mouthful of noodles and stuffed it into my mouth. Pigs make all sorts of noises when they eat, just like pigs do when they eat. Huffing and puffing, in five minutes, I had stuffed a whole bowl of noodles into my stomach. I even took a piece of bread with me before I left.

At this time, the boxers had just finished eating and were resting, and Wang Zewen took advantage of the time when no one was around to start his physical training. Although this was very unhealthy, and Wang Zewen even vomited during his initial training, he had no other choice but to either stop training and go home to sell seafood, or risk developing a prolapsed stomach by training.

He chose the latter.

He was actually a genius, a fighting genius. He was the intercontinental junior kickboxing champion at seventeen and the national professional kickboxing champion at eighteen. If he hadn't gotten into trouble, he could probably be developing in the Japanese professional kickboxing league now.

Although he hasn't had a training team for six years, his physical fitness is still the best in the gym. There are already few heavyweight boxers, and his simple clean and jerk can leave the lightweight boxers speechless.

Not everyone can be called a genius. The only genius in the boxing gym before was Wang Zewen. If the gym hadn't discovered a new genius, Wang Zewen probably wouldn't have reached where he is today.

He made a mistake and should pay the price for it, that's true, but what really led to his current predicament is the environment of the boxing gym.

While the boxers went upstairs to do their physical training, he could only take a rag and wipe here and there. Footprints were left on the plastic floor. He squatted down to clean it, and when he looked up again, he saw the person he didn't want to see.

Coach Song glanced down at him, his face still calm. Even after six years, Wang Zewen couldn't accept such an expression. After all, he lost his father at a young age, and this was the man he had once regarded as his father.

Not knowing how to face him, Wang Zewen chose to stay away from him and sit to the side listening to him scold the other boxers.

There's a saying that's really true: he scolds you because he feels responsible for you; if he had nothing to do with you, there would be no need for him to scold you.

Wang Zewen desperately wanted the coach who had raised him since childhood to scold him again, even just once, but now, he hadn't heard Coach Song say a word to him for six years.

Somewhat disappointed, I left and glanced back at Coach Song, but there was still no surprise in sight.

If there is no hope, then stay away and avoid seeing each other; at least you won't suffer the torment in your heart.

"His second uncle, has Ah Wen come over to help out?"

The mother walked to her second uncle's seafood stall, looked around, and when she didn't see Awen, she asked him a question, even though she knew in her heart that there was little chance of it.

"It would be strange if he even came. Hey girl, it's seventy-four yuan and sixty cents, just give me seventy-four. I absolutely can't shortchange you. If you don't, come find me. My stall is right here, you can't run away. Do you think he can come by himself? You can drag him here, but he won't come. If you ask me, he's so old and still not doing anything productive. You might as well go to the boxing gym and cause trouble, make him unable to stay there. When he has no money for food, he'll naturally go to work and earn money. He might hate you for a while, but that's still better than him still having that dream."

Uncle Er secured the styrofoam box with tape and handed it to the woman buying crabs. His cigarette butt was almost burning down to the mouthpiece, the ash still clinging to it. Sitting on the stool, he threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out. Uncle Er then gave Awen's mother a rather unpleasant suggestion. "That won't do. He's a grown man; he has his pride. I just want him to have a decent job, just enough to support himself. It was my idea to have him learn boxing, and now that that path isn't working, I share the responsibility. It would be good enough if he could find a wife in the future."

"He's such a young man, with hands and feet, he'll definitely find a wife. You're thinking too much. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, why worry so much?"

"He's already twenty-six, not young anymore, he should be getting married by now. How can I not worry about him? Oh well, if he still wants to practice, let him practice some more. Maybe he'll be able to fight. I'm going home to work now. Goodbye, Uncle."

The mother smiled sheepishly. Although this was her husband's younger brother, she still felt a little embarrassed by his doting affection for her son. She covered her left hand with her right, gently rubbed the back of her hands, and turned to leave.

My second uncle had a heavy smoking habit. He lit another cigarette, took a puff, then put a few abalone in a bag, walked out of the stall, and called out to Awen's mother.

"Sister-in-law! Take this. That rascal didn't come home again yesterday, did he? Don't worry about him all day. Take this and try it when you get home. It's not expensive, it's farmed. You don't look too good. Go home and get some sleep."

After a brief struggle, the mother accepted her second uncle's offer and slowly left, carrying the white and red plastic bag. The second uncle watched Ah Wen's mother's figure and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"That's fucking bastard."

"Bang bang bang ha!"

The gym does not only serve professional boxers; it also recruits students from outside the gym and collects tuition fees to support the professional boxers, forming a complete economic cycle.

Wang Zewen watched as the female trainee on the stage, wearing super short shorts and a loose tank top, with her hair in a ponytail, was shooting targets, making a series of "whoosh, hah, hey" sounds, and shook his head.

The target feeder on stage had previously fed targets to Wang Zewen. Originally a professional target feeder, he had gradually reverted to his old ways and started training students.

These trainees certainly don't have the same level of professionalism and awareness as professional boxers. They'll take the ring seriously, because if they don't, the coach will beat them up. But these trainees are paid, so they can't be beaten up.

There was some trash on the ground, the small kind. Wang Zewen took a broom and carefully swept it up, then emptied it into the trash can next to him. He glanced at the black trash bag and saw that it was almost full, so he picked it up and threw it away.

"Ah Wen! Can you do me a favor? Help me feed this beauty a shot. I have an upset stomach~ It's been like this since last night. Could you help me out for a bit? Thanks!"

She whispered something in Wang Zewen's ear, "You're such a grown man, yet you're still so shy. You're too embarrassed to say loudly that you have diarrhea." She threw the target into Wang Zewen's arms and then rushed into the toilet.

This kind of substitute target feeding does happen, and Wang Zewen quite likes it. Usually, the original target feeder will give Wang Zewen some money so that he won't work for nothing.

He put the broom aside, stepped onto the boxing ring, put on his hand pad, patted the female student on the ring to indicate that he was okay, and then reached out and attached the female student's boxing gloves to the hand pad. Professional boxers call it "target practice," while teaching students is just like teaching children to play.

"Hey? Aren't you that...that...that Wang...what's it again! That kickboxing champion! I saw that video of you fighting that foreigner, it was so cool! That high roundhouse kick!"

"No, you've mistaken me for someone else. Be serious, come on, left hook, right punch, beautiful."

Wang Zewen continued feeding the target until the instructor finished relieving himself. The female trainee was still thinking about it when Wang Zewen returned the target to the instructor, picked up the broom and the black plastic bag, and got up to leave.

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(End of this chapter)