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The fish on the shore usually try their best to keep their eyes wide open, and are not willing to die without stopping.

The same is true for Zhuo Fei now. He is trying his best to open his eyes, but the picture in front of him is a little blurry. He found that his opponent seems to have the shadow avatar, as many as three or four.

His body was shaking and his legs were shaking. He tried to stand up straight, but eventually fell to the ground again.

The countdown to the referee finally ended at this time, and the boxer raised his arms and shouted that this seemingly unsuspecting match ended before the first round of time was full.

Zhang Xiaojian pulled down Ye Mozhu's small hands covering his eyes and said, "It's over."

Ye Mozhu looked at the screen. At this time, the camera zoomed in and gave Zhuo Fei a close-up of his face. The high and swollen eyeballs, the seemingly crooked bridge of the nose, and the cracks in the corners of his mouth all told the world that he was a loser.

He just regained a little consciousness and his face was still stubborn, and he didn't seem to be convinced.

"Is he okay?" Ye Mozhu asked naively.

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while: "It shouldn't be a big problem, I hope he won't be in the ring after this time."

Ye Mozhu looked at Zhuo Fei's expression and said, "I'm afraid he will continue."

Zhang Xiaojian took out his mobile phone, sent a WeChat message to Zhuo Fei, and said, "Let's go."

Ye Mozhu turned his head and asked, "Should we go see him?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head: "His own choice needs to be carried by himself. The excessive concern of his friends will make him more injured when he just failed."

Ye Mozhu nodded: "It makes sense."

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Unlike the screen pictures in the mall, boos were everywhere at the ring.

An aunt wearing gold and silver shredded the ticket in her hand, and she didn't know what she was swearing. It might be because she didn't see the collision of muscles and muscles, the contest between strength and strength in her imagination.

The match lasted only ten minutes and it was really boring to the extreme.

Although the gimmicks of martial arts and boxing have been badly played in recent years, they will indeed attract many people to watch them live.

Known as the supernova in the martial arts world in recent years, the inheritor of the Northern School, Zhuo Fei, who was hung on his head by countless fancy names before the game, lived up to everyone's expectations.

Even the brothers and uncles who came with him couldn't hide their embarrassment.

So Zhuo Fei was quickly pulled to the stage, listening to his ears and yelling, watching his opponent stand in the center of the stage, showing off victory.

A loud sound concealed the boo, and the egg just above the center of the ring burst open, sprinkling ribbons and nice pieces of paper.

The boos turned into cheers at this moment.

The winner enjoys everything.

Zhuo Fei felt that the world before him had become a little fuzzy again, but silently remembered all the feelings in his heart at this moment.

When he was still young, he clenched his fists, and this failure did not make him shrink, on the contrary, it aroused the stubbornness of his seemingly calm temperament.

He just wants to train now, and then use his fists to win and win everything that belongs to the winner in front of him.

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It is not easy to win in competitive sports.

Because it requires a lot of sweat behind the back, as well as the persistence and hard work of gritted teeth.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know that Zhuo Fei's fate was completely changed today because of a failure. After he sent Ye Mozhu home, he also drove home.

It was neither early nor late, and I chatted with my aunt in the living room for a while, when the phone rang.

After opening it, it was Zhuo Fei's reply.

The message Zhang Xiaojian sent before was-I have time to come out and play together.

He said nothing about watching the game.

Zhuo Fei's answer is—Brother, I lost today.

He didn't know that Zhang Xiaojian watched his game.

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while, and replied in a very cliché—failure is damn success.

Zhuo Fei-fuck, my face hurts now...

Seeing this message, Zhang Xiaojian laughed.

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After chatting for a while, Zhang Xiaojian found that Zhuo Fei's mental state was not as bad as he thought, so he let go.

I told Zhuo Fei the time and place, and invited Zhuo Fei to go to the playground to play together. Zhuo Fei readily agreed and said to Zhang Xiaojian that he decided to go to the provincial capital to find a professional coach to continue training.

Zhang Xiaojian has no objection to this, because everyone has the right to decide their own life.

Before everyone became a salted fish, he didn't want to be a salted fish by himself. Zhuo Fei wanted to go to the provincial capital to train, just to work hard.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojian will inevitably think that he is a real salted fish...

Then wash up and go to bed.

Salted fish is actually quite happy.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaojian stood in the bathroom again.

Squeezed a stick of toothpaste, grinned open his mouth, and started brushing his teeth.

It's just that he found that the corners of his mouth in the mirror were full of toothpaste, and there was no trace of ambition in his eyes.

This is very salty, but he is very satisfied with it.

At this moment, there was a "ding" in my mind [Improper consumption-100000].

Improper consumption—15600

[Improper consumption—24000]

Improper Consumption—12141

...

A series of improper consumption made Zhang Xiaojian, who had just woke up early in the morning, a little confused.

Then he quickly figured out that this should be the medical expenses he had donated after much review.

Yan Ci is the person in charge of this matter. Every sum of money will be spent through his review. This also shows that many people have received the best medical care and should have been discharged from the hospital.

The reason why it is medical expenses is because Zhang Xiaojian's donation did not fall into the hands of the families of the victims of the bar fire.

This is not because Zhang Xiaojian inherited his second aunt's stingy, but he knew that donation was a technical job.

More money will change a person or a family. Li Mingzhi has beaten him personally, and he is deeply moved.

With less money, it doesn't hurt or itchy, and it can't help people who really need it.

Medical expenses are different. Zhang Xiaojian's donation allows every injured person to get the best and best treatment. It is the money that is really spent on the blade.

This is Yan Ci's proposal, which has won Zhang Xiaojian's heart.

In the future, charitable funds will do the same, after rigorous review, to help those who were accidentally injured heal, without changing their lives.

This degree is very good, which makes Zhang Xiaojian's nearly unlimited money spend a little meaningful.

This also made him feel like he was not as salty as he imagined, with a mouth full of toothpaste foam.

So he grinned naturally, and the toothpaste dripped to the corner of his mouth.

The only fly in the ointment is that donations do not accumulate points, but it doesn't matter. Zhang Xiaojian rinsed his mouth and looked at the accumulated mainline progress bar and said to himself: "Points are not counted, but virtue is accumulated."