Carpenter glanced at Cheng Hao and saw Old George's expression, which made him even more jealous. "I shouldn't have given up on him so easily. He's a very good boxer."
Why didn't he sign Cheng Hao in the first place? If he had signed Cheng Hao, he could be a manager now without having to search for suitable boxers!
"Your vision is not as good as mine." Old George said, feeling a little proud.
Cheng Hao's growth rate is faster than he imagined.
"He's really good." Carpenter looked at Cheng Hao, eager to try.
This time, Old George arranged for him to fight Cheng Hao, which was his own request.
He is already in his thirties and his physical condition is not as good as when he was young. He rarely plays games now.
But he always longed to step onto the ring, so every once in a while, he would compete with others.
This also makes him feel that he is not old.
As for winning or losing, he didn't care.
Cheng Hao hadn't stepped onto Old George's ring for a long time, but the audience still recognized him. When he stepped onto the stage, the audience cheered, "Cheng!"
"Violent boy!"
"Little cutie!"
…
Various names were mixed together, people laughed and waited for Cheng Hao's game.
When they discovered that Cheng Hao's opponent was Carpenter, some people who had seen Cheng Hao being defeated by Carpenter time and time again shouted, "Come on, little cutie! Don't let him knock you down again!"
"Rampage boy, let's see what you can do!"
"Go on! Hurry up!"
…
Of course, there were those who supported Cheng Hao, and those who supported Carpenter: "Carpenter, knock this guy down!"
"Carpenter, I'm betting on you, come on!"
"Carpenter, go ahead!"
…
Cheng Hao and Carpenter smiled at each other and bumped their gloved hands against each other.
When the whistle blows, the game officially begins.
The two sides started fighting almost immediately. Cheng Hao had been very violent recently, and this time was no exception. He was the first to attack.
Carpenter began to defend, but he also kept attacking.
The last time Cheng Hao fought against Carpenter, he could be said to have used all his strength, but this time it was not the case. This time, he fought against Carpenter with a relatively relaxed attitude. At the same time, he also found that Carpenter was no longer as strong as he remembered.
He was getting stronger, but Carpenter was already on the decline.
The two were evenly matched and the match lasted for more than ten minutes. During this period, both of them were knocked down, but they both got up and neither of them continued to attack while their opponent was down.
It was a gentlemanly yet exciting match.
And when Carpenter fell again, he didn't get up: "I lost."
Cheng Hao knew that he could get up, but it was obvious that he didn't feel the need to do so.
Carpenter's physical strength is not as good as Cheng Hao's. If he continues to fight, he will not only lose but also get injured.
Cheng Hao took off his boxing gloves, pulled him up, and then he was punched in the shoulder.
This punch was quite heavy.
Some of the audience who had bet on Carpenter to win shouted unhappily, "Carpenter, you're getting old! You're so useless!"
“Shit!”
"You're useless Carpenter!"
…
The person who bet on Cheng Hao to win was very happy: "Rampage boy, do you want a hamburger?"
"The little cutie's fists have gotten a lot bigger!"
"I knew you would win!"
…
There were even women whistling at Cheng Hao: "Cheng, I belong to you tonight!"
"As long as you are willing to accompany me, I will give you two hundred dollars!"
"Only two hundred dollars? I'll give you five hundred!"
…
Cheng Hao: “…” These women are too crazy.
He silently walked off the ring and ran away. Behind him, a woman started laughing.
"Cheng, just one night, just one night and you can earn so much money, why don't you agree?" Nick asked curiously.
Cheng Hao glared at him and finally said, "I will only be with the person I like."
"So what kind of person do you like?" Nick asked.
Cheng Hao was slightly stunned, and finally said: "I like people who love me." He didn't actually have any specific requirements for his other half, and he couldn't describe it now, but he hoped that person would love him, there was no doubt about that.
He wanted a loving family and another child.
"That's easy, a lot of people love you," Nick said.
Cheng Hao smiled and said nothing.
Cheng Hao doesn't like staying up late, so after the game, he left the bar and walked home.
On his way back, he saw some hooligans whizzing by on motorcycles. When they saw him, they actually slowed down and greeted him: "Hey, violent boy!"
"Hello." Cheng Hao also greeted them. Many of these gangsters have nothing, so they can do anything. They must not be offended.
Of course, they would not offend him.
"You're awesome." One of the men said, and then the group drove away again.
When Cheng Hao returned to Old George's residence, he met Monica at the door.
Monica had a large scarf wrapped around her head and was opening the door. She smelled faintly of alcohol.
"You wear a scarf when you go out? That's good." Cheng Hao said.
Monica rolled her eyes at Cheng Hao and said, "I'm not a child. I don't understand anything."
As she spoke, she had already opened the door and took off the scarf on her head.
"You are not a child, so you must protect yourself. It's not peaceful here." Cheng Hao said.
"I know," Monica said. "I've been through it all. I've been ostracized, splashed with water, slapped... and even worse."
Cheng Hao was stunned: "You..." After Monica came here, she has been reluctant to talk about her past, and now he knows a little bit.
"A black person in a white school will naturally be excluded," said Monica.
Cheng Hao was silent.
Monica is mixed-race, but in the United States, mixed-race people are generally classified as black. If she were to attend a school with only white students, she would indeed be an outlier.
Monica sat on the sofa. She burped and the smell of alcohol on her body became a little stronger.
Perhaps a little drunk, she suddenly said, "I've always had a bad life. No one loves me. My mother doesn't like me. In that family, I'm an outsider... I thought I had a lover, but he was only with me to play with me. When he heard I was pregnant, he ran away and told people that I had many men and that the child in my belly was not his..."
Monica suddenly burst into tears.
Monica's words were a little unclear, but Cheng Hao could roughly guess her previous experiences through her words.
She must have had a hard time before.
"You are a very good girl. Those who hurt you were wrong. What you should do now is to live a better life than them and make them regret it." Cheng Hao said.
"What ability do I have to live better than them? My mother doesn't like me, my father doesn't like me, and I'm very stupid..." Monica covered her face.
Cheng Hao asked: "Is there anything you like to do? Or what kind of person do you want to be?"
"I want to be a star," Monica said. "I hope everyone can see me and like me."
Monica's thoughts are the thoughts of many beautiful girls.
Although Monica is a mixed-race girl and may be discriminated against in a place full of white people, no one can deny her beauty.
Cheng Hao felt that her being excluded might be due to her beauty: "If you want to be a star, then work hard and become one."
Monica was stunned: "Can I do it?"
"Why not? You are very beautiful." Cheng Hao said, "As long as you are willing to work hard, there is nothing you can't do."
Monica didn't say anything, so Cheng Hao continued, "Those who hurt you must be hoping that you will achieve nothing. Do you want to give in to their wishes?"
Monica said without hesitation: "Of course not!"
"Then live your life well and show them how good you are," Cheng Hao said. Monica was still young, and no matter what she did, she should always find something to do.
Monica was young and was holding back some anger. When she heard Cheng Hao say that, she was really moved and her eyes lit up with fighting spirit.
At this moment, the door opened and old George walked in.
It was only ten o'clock in the evening, the peak time for bar business. Old George should have stayed in the bar, but he came back...
"Cheng Hao, there is a game tomorrow..." Old George was halfway through his words when he saw Monica.
Monica's face was a little red and her eyes were red because she had been drinking. She was wearing black stockings and a leather skirt, and had put on makeup, looking very mature.
Old George became furious almost immediately and yelled, "You went out? You drank? You're a girl, and you went out drinking so late at night? Do you know what you're doing? Don't you respect yourself so much?"
Old George was furious. Monica, who had previously shown her vulnerability, hid her own vulnerability. Like a hedgehog with all its thorns erected, she said to Old George, "I know what I'm doing! I don't need your help!"
"If I don't take care of you, who will? Who gave you the money you spent these days? You eat my food and spend my money, so can't I say anything to you?" said Old George.
Monica exploded: "You don't need to give me money! If you dislike me, I can leave!"
"George, calm down!" Cheng Hao was worried that the two would say something irreversible, so he hurried to persuade them: "Don't quarrel, you should talk calmly."
"I won't talk to him!" Monica said, "He doesn't care about me at all and doesn't take me seriously! You went out for training for a few months before, and you wrote to Danny, but what about him? Did he write to me or call me? He never cared about me!"
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