Mr. Kang's gaze was still searching on the field, and he did not see the familiar back.

Maybe I guessed wrong, the violent mother is not a boxer.

On the other side of the boxing ring, Xia Sheng was standing on the field, wearing protective gear that had not been used for a long time, and she was facing a man.

This is the first mixed free competition system for men and women held by the boxing club.

Xia Sheng is standing here because of the acute gastroenteritis of the player who was supposed to participate in this game.

The owner of the club said that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, anyway, the eyeballs have already made a lot of money.

Before Xia Sheng took the stage, the owner of the club said, "This is your first time fighting a man. Don't be nervous."

At that time, the senior brother standing behind Xia Sheng lowered his head, and did not feel embarrassed to say that they were the group of people who had played the most in this life.

Xia Sheng stood where he had fallen, the voices of countless people in the audience, but couldn't hear what they were saying.

She seemed to suddenly return to the competitions she participated in when she was seventeen.

Xia Sheng began to remember that he had to walk with a heavy load and tied stones to his arms.

Because she is a girl, her father is a boxing family.

The other little girls wore small skirts and pigtails. She could only wear boy clothes. She could only learn what her mother said. She told her father who hated herself that she also wanted to learn boxing.

In fact, she didn't want to learn boxing at all, and she didn't want to be sweaty or dirty at all.

The other little girl went to kindergarten. She was learning boxing with a group of boys. No matter how standard she was and how long she practiced, her father would never look at her.

Until she knocked down the first boy, her father started to look at her more, and even called her a good boy, would teach her boxing skills, take her out, show off to others, and the mother would smile at her that day.

When she was a child, she desperately tried to knock down other people for a name and a smile, like a plant plunged into the desert, desperately trying to absorb some resources for survival.

This life has been going on for more than ten years.

Until the beginning of the registration for the competition, she was a girl, and there was no female boxer competition at her age.

She still remembers that there, her father looked at her as if he was awakened, without saying a word.

She is not a son, and her father never said a word of praise to her since then. No matter how many boys she defeated, her father still shook his head disappointedly.

After the mother gave birth to her younger sister, the father still divorced and did not want custody of the two of them.

That night, she and her sister were taken away by her mother. The mother only said a word, it was all your fault. If you can't beat your father in this life, you are sorry for me.

Yes, all this is her fault, obviously no one welcomes her to this world, she stubbornly snatched the position of her son, people hoped for the stars and the moon to get pregnant, and she wanted a son, so why did she take her son? s position.

Her birth seemed to owe them a huge debt, a debt that would never be repaid in this lifetime.

She can only keep doing her best and repay this debt.

At that time, the girl next door practiced piano every day. She could only watch her practice piano secretly from the window. The girl was wearing a white dress and sitting there. It turns out that there are people in this world who want a daughter.

At that time, she thought, it's just that she accidentally went to the wrong place.

Later, the girl found her and secretly taught her to play the piano.

At that time, she had entered puberty, and she still had iron blocks tied to her arms.

My mother didn’t know where to find the identity information of a male boxer similar to her. After stealing their identity, she began to force her to eat meat and fat. She gained tens of kilograms in a few months. The boxers are a bit like, and then there are matches after another.

At that time, countless people in the audience, this little fat man would definitely lose the joke.

At this moment, countless people in the audience are also saying that this woman will definitely lose, and the physical gap between men and women is natural.

"This woman looks good, but we are here to watch the game. If it depends on her looks, I just go to the beauty pageant. This game is not interesting to watch."

One voice after another brought the woman on stage back to reality.

The opponent standing on the opposite side is a bit embarrassed. The opponent is the most promising junior of another club. Now he is in the limelight. At this moment, he said: "Sorry, the ring is the ring. ."

Xia Sheng just looked at his opponent without saying anything.

Both sides touched their fists and started tentatively.

The commentator’s voice echoed throughout the arena--

"Hey, both of the players have the surname Xia, so they really have fate."

"Brother Xia only tried two times. It is estimated that he is pitying and cherishing Yu."

"No, Xia must be the most feared person on the court now, for fear that he would accidentally beat the opponent to death."

The court burst into laughter. It was indeed a fun and eye-catching game.

However, the parties on the court were not relaxed. He could feel that Xia Sheng's punches were getting heavier and heavier. He had put away his previous thoughts and began to respond seriously.

"Brother Xia is really pitiful and cherish jade. He didn't use his full strength today." The narrator was still laughing: "This soft little fist, this is the little fist punching the chest that the girl said--"

"Brother Xia is starting to fight back."

"Twenty seconds left--"

The next second, the woman kicked her back violently and the man fell to the ground.

The audience was silent.

Xia Sheng closed his eyes in silence, a sound burst out from a certain point, and then the entire arena was ignited.

Mr. Kang was a little strange: "What is watching next door? Why is there such a loud voice?"

The person next to him probably heard what the child said and said: "The next door is also a boxing match, but it is a mixed men's and women's match. It is estimated to be used for eyeballs. How can a woman beat a man physically?"

"Innate disadvantage.".

"But they sold well, and they sold out all at once."

President Kang frowned when he heard it. Couldn't it be a violent mother next door?

The violent mother fights so hard that he always thinks too much.

After watching the game here with fear, Mr. Kang was hugged by his big dad to watch the basketball game. When he finally left the gym, he ran into a violent mother with a bruised face outside.

Yue Qin was so scared that the child fell from his arms and ran over: "What's the matter with your face?"

"Fighting with destiny." Xia Sheng was immersed in the sun without any haze. He tilted his head and smiled: "Moreover, I won. I am no longer the kid who was beaten by others. "

When Mr. Kang ran up, he heard these words and said when he was hit by someone at your level. Obviously you were the one who hit him!

The most surprising thing is that the big dad did not continue to ask, but the big dad said sincerely: "Awesome! You can win against fate! We will go back to eat snail noodles to celebrate."

The violent mother ran out happily: "I'm going to the art center, I'm going to play that great piano!"

Mr. Kang looked at the violent mother who was as happy as a child. He leaned to his father's ear and whispered: "Dad, you know she is not fighting with fate, right?"

Dad can’t be so stupid, right?

The big dad rubbed his son's head and said, "When you grow up, you will understand that everyone has things they don't want to say. As the people we love, what we can do is not to get to the bottom, but to accompany you. Hold her and cook her a delicious meal."

Mr. Kang, who is already an adult, but still wants to get to the bottom, and doesn’t know how to cook at all: "..."

He was not worthy of love.