The light ahead turned red. Gu Lingfeng stepped on the brakes, glanced at the mess of banknotes thrown on the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, and muttered, "I didn't expect that idiot to be so handsome."

When they first met, it was pitch black, and Gu Lingfeng could only see the general shape with the help of the car lights. Moreover, he was extremely emotional at the time and had no mood to care about what the person looked like.

It was the same when they were in the live broadcast room. The camera was very far away. Although the figure and temperament were very suitable for him, the face was indeed not very clear. Only now did Gu Lingfeng really see Zhao Si's appearance.

One had to admit, Zhao Si was truly handsome, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and a hint of baby fat. He was tall and long-legged, thin but not frail, and when he punched, he was even more powerful, even a little aggressive.

But the strange thing is that once he stopped, his temperament changed immediately, becoming innocent and kind, with a pair of eyes shining brightly, as if he had never seen the filth of the world.

“What a pity.”

Gu Lingfeng sighed, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

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Gu Lingfeng left, leaving Zhao Si penniless again. He returned to the park with only two hundred yuan left in his pocket. He didn't go to the park gate to look for Uncle Chen. There were too many people there today, and it felt a bit strange to have everyone yelling at him.

After resting on the stool for a while, Old Man Chen came back and smiled brightly when he saw Zhao Si lying down. He squatted in front of Zhao Si and took out 500 yuan and gave it to him with a smile, "Here, there are many people today, and I made 500 yuan!"

When he heard the five hundred, Zhao Si Teng flipped it over and happily took it and put it into his purse.

"Uncle, let's go and eat pig's trotter rice!"

"Hahaha, let's go eat pork trotter rice!"

After eating the pork trotter meal, Old Man Chen took Zhao Si to another park.

It was still the same: they were performing at the park entrance every morning, but the crowds were growing, and the money they were making was also growing.

As the internet spread, Zhao Si became more and more well-known online, and many people knew that there was a young man performing at the entrance of the park.

He is very handsome, good at boxing, and a poor unlucky guy. He aroused the sympathy and love of countless uncles, aunts, boys and girls. Zhao Si gained a lot of fans invisibly.

On this day, most of them saw a video on Douyin, which was a collection of Zhao Si’s boxing edited by a young fan. It was similar to the silky cross-dressing videos edited by idols, and was accompanied by BGM.

"Ahhhhh, brother is so handsome!"

"Ahhhh, brother, come and hit me!!"

"This boy is so handsome!"

"Put on some pants upstairs!"

"This little brother is really good at boxing."

"That's right! You guys are so perverted, I just want my brother to kiss me~"

"I'm different. I just want my brother to lock me up and beat me up! Ah! Punch me on the butt, ah! Punch me in the heart."

"Girls! Is there no one you care about on the Internet anymore????"

Fans were all immersed in Zhao Si's infinite charm, and the comment section was filled with exclamations, occasionally interspersed with praise from a few uncles and aunts who were not sociable but equally sincere.

"You're obviously a liar!"

"Oh, you have the nerve to show off these fancy moves?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, besides looking at someone's handsomeness, do you women also know how to fight and kick?"

"The world is changing and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be!"

Where there are people, there are disputes. This may be human nature. Naturally, there are some vile messages in the comment section. Fans attacked them one after another, and soon those people were scolded hundreds of times.

Zhao Si didn't have a cell phone, so he knew nothing about the online dispute. Old Man Chen did have a cell phone, but as an old man, he used it for WeChat payments and playing Landlord (a card game). He didn't really understand the internet era, but he just thought their business was booming and the money in their WeChat accounts was growing.

On this day, Old Man Chen and Zhao Si got up early and went to the park entrance to practice boxing. There were already many people waiting. Seeing Zhao Si, the crowd became excited, shouting Zhao Si's name and pushing each other, all wanting to rush to Zhao Si.

Zhao Si had become somewhat accustomed to this kind of scene. For the past half month, every time he practiced boxing, the scene was exactly the same. He was just a little puzzled as to why there were so many people. Could it be that so many people down the mountain were into boxing? He had always found boxing with his fellow practitioners to be quite boring.

Seeing this, Old Man Chen hurried forward to maintain order, so as not to delay his making a fortune!

Seeing that he was old and looked thin and frail, everyone became more rational and spontaneously began to maintain order to avoid a stampede.

Seeing that things were almost quiet, Zhao Si started boxing. He kept doing it, but in fact, he was using the same boxing style. His master said that this was a style created by his master's grandfather. He didn't know what it was called, so Zhao Si and his younger generation called it "Unnamed Fist".

As the days passed, Zhao Si missed the days in the mountains more and more. He missed his master, his senior brothers and his junior brothers.

I don't know if Master is eating well, sleeping well, or if he's sick. Are his fellow apprentices angry with him? Have his fellow apprentices gone back to see him?

Or, does the master miss him?

Zhao Si was lost in his memories, but his hands did not stop moving. This set of boxing techniques had been integrated into his blood, and every move was unforgettable.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out in the crowd. A small group of people started arguing with Zhao Si's fans, and Zhao Si had no choice but to stop. He approached and used all his strength to separate the two groups with his hands and feet. He asked in confusion, "What happened?"

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