Global Film Emperor

Chapter 179 The Boxing King (3)

"I want to buy it! Buy it for me!"

As soon as Wang Zewen got out of the car, he saw Xing Qiuyue's younger brother and sister clinging to her legs, begging her to buy them something. Perhaps "throwing a tantrum" would be a more accurate description.

She was actually very gentle and introverted. Outside her family's small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. Her younger siblings would always take advantage of her small size to bully her, but she never scolded them. Perhaps she believed that this was what an older sister should do.

The two children were clinging to her legs, and if things didn't work out, they would sit on the ground. She was carrying two large bags of vegetables and looked at a shop, looking very embarrassed. Passersby were watching the three siblings, which made her blush terribly.

"Um... do you need any help?"

Wang Zewen walked over and asked softly. In fact, he had mustered up a lot of courage and was not as relaxed as he appeared. His fingers were constantly picking at the calluses on his palms.

"Brother Wen, I'm going to buy some things. Could you watch my younger brother and sister for me? I'll be right back."

"Sure, give me the groceries, I'll help you carry them, and you can get back quickly."

She looked around twice, then gritted her teeth and handed the vegetables to Wang Zewen, telling her younger siblings to listen to him. She then quickly ran away and went into a shop across the street.

The two children were very naughty. Their parents and older sister were too busy to take care of and educate them. Besides, they were not old enough to go to kindergarten, so they had been playing in their small shop since they were little.

Urban villages are a mixed bag, with all sorts of people, mostly migrant workers from other places, and their overall quality isn't very high. These two kids are at the age when their learning ability is at its peak, and if they frequently come into contact with these people, their character won't be very good.

The younger brother looked up at Wang Zewen, then kicked him. The mud from his shoe smeared all over Wang Zewen's trousers. When the younger sister saw her brother kick Wang Zewen, she kicked him back.

Wang Zewen really wanted to teach these two unruly kids a lesson, but since they were Xing Qiuyue's younger brother and sister, he couldn't really hit them. He could only scold them, but it didn't have any effect.

He eventually got used to it. One kick was the same as a hundred kicks, and he was already dirty anyway. Let the two kids keep rubbing mud on his pants legs; it didn't hurt or itch at all.

It wasn't until five minutes later, when Xing Qiuya came out of the store with two toy guns, that Wang Zewen breathed a sigh of relief. But when she saw Wang Zewen's trouser legs covered in mud, how could she not know what had happened?
He ran over and scolded the two kids, but the two little rascals still laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"It's okay, I just got back from training anyway. My pants were going to be washed anyway, so I'll carry them back for you. The vegetables are quite heavy, but it's alright, let's go."

Xing Qiuyue was a little embarrassed at first, but she eventually agreed. She held the hands of the two children, while Wang Zewen walked beside her carrying two bags of vegetables that weighed about 20 kilograms in total.

She seemed to be imagining something, her face turned slightly red, and her head drooped lower and lower. Wang Zewen would steal glances at her from time to time, and soon noticed her abnormality. Soon he also became somewhat unnatural.

The local snack vendors joked when they saw this, saying that here you can see boys who are already fathers at eighteen, and girls who are already breastfeeding babies at sixteen.

Xing Qiuyue is six years younger than Wang Zewen, but having only completed nine years of compulsory education, she is still a virgin, which is quite rare here. As for Wang Zewen, let's not even talk about him.

The neighbors' teasing made the two walk faster and faster until they reached the entrance of their shop. Wang Zewen followed her inside, put the dishes down, and didn't know what to say. Xing Qiuyue's mother was serving wine to the guests. When she saw the two, her expression changed slightly, but then she returned to normal and greeted Wang Zewen warmly.

After Wang Zewen placed the dishes in the kitchen, he called out and prepared to leave. Just as he stepped out of the restaurant, he heard Xing Qiuyue call out to him.

"Brother Wen, if your pants are really in bad shape, I'll wash them for you."

She was a little hesitant, but she still said it. Everyone has a time when they first fall in love. She was already twenty. At this age, it's already late in the season. Besides, Wang Zewen is not ugly. He is also vigorous and energetic. It's not surprising that a man like him is liked.

"No need, I have to do laundry tonight anyway, you go do your work, I'm leaving."

He strode away with a smile on his face, his steps lighter than ever. This was a good sign, a good start, wasn't it?
The mute old lady on the third floor was still chased to the door by her daughter-in-law. When she saw Wang Zewen, she still mumbled "Aba aba" twice. Wang Zewen was a little happy today, so he nodded to her, opened the door, and his mother was still sitting on the sofa sewing cross-stitch. She glanced at Wang Zewen, got up and went to the kitchen to heat up food for him.

Wang Zewen felt something was off. His mother was behaving strangely today. Usually, when he came home, the food would be cold, but today she actually heated it up for him, which was quite unusual.

The dishes were still the same. He served himself rice and sat down at the table to eat slowly. His mother was sitting opposite him, watching him wolf down his food, but her eyes were full of kindness.

"Are you tired today?" Wang Zewen looked up at his mother, picked up a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth, shook his head, then, as if remembering something, got up, took out a pair of shoes from his bag, and placed them under her feet.

It's not that he lacks filial piety, but his financial situation doesn't allow him to show much filial piety. However, today is Mother's Day, and he should buy his mother something. These shoes aren't expensive, and he's been saving up for a long time.

The mother seemed very happy. She tried them on, but then seemed reluctant to wear them. She kept glancing down at the white sneakers, as if she was afraid a thief would break into the house and steal them right in front of her.

As he finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and was about to pick them up to wash in the kitchen when his mother beat him to it, carrying the bowl slowly into the kitchen. Wang Zewen stared at his mother's back for a long time, the oil glistening at the corners of his mouth. Instead of wiping it away, he lowered his head, tore off a piece of tissue, and wiped his nose.

In the boxing gym's conference room, the gym owner and all the coaches sat together. As the most senior and oldest coach, Lao Song stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and tossed the documents onto the table.

The boss frowned as he looked at the documents in his hand, then rubbed his eyebrows. "Let's tentatively decide then: two featherweights, one lightweight, two welterweights, two middleweights, and one heavyweight. Report it up."

Ten months later, a national MMA competition will be held in China. As a well-known boxing gym in China, they can send one or two athletes from each weight class directly into the preliminary rounds, and the champion of each weight class can win a prize of one million yuan. The name of this competition is "Octagonal Cage Championship".

The other coaches had no objections and dispersed. The boxing gym began operating at high speed, and every boxer who had been nominated began to prepare for battle, undergoing completely closed training.

Wang Zewen also had some ideas in mind. He was eligible to register. He had been suspended from the league for three years, and he could have gone back to fight long ago. It was just that the boxing gym didn't dare to use him and hadn't renewed his boxer contract.

He watched Coach Song watching the boxers train, and finally couldn't help but walk over. He wanted to fight, and he was the only person in the light heavyweight division at the gym. He felt that if he was sincere, the coach might sign him up, since achieving results would bring honor to the gym.

"Song Jiao".

"what's up."

Old Song gave him a cold look, which made it difficult for Wang Zewen to speak. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Wang Zewen finally spoke.

“I heard there are no cruiserweight boxers in the championship, and I wanted to participate. That was six years ago. I'm sorry.”

This is not the first time Wang Zewen has apologized for participating in fights. He has always been sincere, but the fact that he caused the boxing gym to lose a lot of money has made it difficult for the gym to trust him again, even for Coach Song, who trained him.

"You'll participate? What makes you think you can? Are you an MMA student? Even if we register you, what are you going to do? Go out and get into a fight? Take down a dozen people by yourself?"

"I've also studied judo and wrestling before, and I feel I can bring honor to the gym."

"Alright, I don't want to hear your nonsense. First, you're not in a league of your own, and you can't fight like that. Second, I gave up on you a long time ago. I've turned a blind eye to you staying at the boxing gym, but don't even think about this. Just go do what you're supposed to be doing."

Coach Song rejected Wang Zewen without hesitation. He was disappointed and angry. He had wasted six years of his youthful folly and tried to make amends every day, but why was no one willing to believe him again?

"Instructor Song, I really know myself."

"Enough! No matter what you say, it's useless. Do you think you can impress me by training every day? You were so arrogant when you yelled at me and said you were willing to take responsibility! I know you could compete if you trained a bit, but I won't even consider you! Do you know why? Because you're not worthy! Do you hear me? You're not worthy!"

Wang Zewen looked at Coach Song, unable to vent his anger at all, feeling completely cold all over.

What people fear most is not that you make a mistake, nor that you do something wrong and never look back. What they fear most is that you keep trying to make amends. After doing something bad, you keep doing good things, but people still bring it up.

He! He did such and such things.
You try your best to make amends, but others always remember the mistakes you made and forget the process of making amends.

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I struggled to write this, and some reviews said it was filler, but this is a short story. All my future original films will be written in the form of short stories.

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