When Cheng Hao opened the door, he found that there was a room outside that was slightly larger than the room he had just been in. This room also had no windows, but it had a door.
The door was a rusty roller shutter door, which was now wide open. Judging from the structure of the house, the two rooms inside and outside should have been a garage.
Of course, now this garage of less than 30 square meters has been divided into two parts. The inner room is for sleeping, and the outer room is the kitchen, dining room and living room.
The garage was not big to begin with, and it became even smaller after the partition. Even with only a few simple pieces of furniture placed outside, it still looked very crowded. Now, the tables and chairs were squeezed into the corner, and three black men, about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and only about 1.6 meters tall, were pushing a yellow man who was about the same height as them.
The yellow man had long hair, so Cheng Hao couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he knew that he must be the person who saved him before - the man was still wearing the shirt stained with his blood, but the shirt had been torn.
Hearing the door open, the four of them turned around.
"Yellow monkey, do you have a hidden lover?" One of the black men whistled nonchalantly and looked at Cheng Hao jokingly.
Cheng Hao didn't say anything. He took the stick in his hand and stabbed it towards the black man's stomach, hitting him hard in the stomach.
The black man's face turned pale, and then he covered his stomach and vomited.
Cheng Hao knew that after being beaten by him, this man would feel unable to breathe and would vomit uncontrollably. Now this black man had lost his fighting ability.
As a boxer, he knew exactly which part of the body to hit so that the opponent could not resist.
He knew even more clearly that after knocking down one person, the most important thing he should do was to press on and knock down the remaining two people as well.
But he had no strength left.
Not only that, he could feel the wound on his stomach split open and bleeding...
Cheng Hao looked at the three black men with a cold face: "I don't hit children, get out!"
Cheng Hao's aura was truly terrifying. He was also very tall, a full twenty centimeters taller than the people in front of him. Blood was still oozing from his stomach, and he looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.
The two black teenagers who were not beaten shuddered and ran out. Seeing this, the remaining black man who was vomiting kept running out, holding his stomach.
Cheng Hao waited until they left before looking at the remaining trembling yellow man: "What are you still standing there for? Go close the door!"
The young man immediately ran to the door. He took out an iron rod with a hook from the corner, hooked it onto the high-rolled shutter door, and pulled it down. When he was tall enough to reach the door, he pulled it down completely...
Before he could completely close the door, Cheng Hao had already fallen to the ground.
The vomit of the black man not far away gave off a disgusting smell. Cheng Hao cursed with the last of his strength: "Shit!"
After cursing, Cheng Hao fell down completely.
The boy who was closing the door paused, wanting to help Cheng Hao, but he didn't come over... He took out a key and locked the shutter door before turning on the light. Then he ran to Cheng Hao and asked in Chinese, "Are you... okay?"
The Chinese he spoke, to be more precise, was a dialect.
Fortunately, Cheng Hao could understand and even felt a sense of familiarity - this person is Chinese, not Japanese or Korean or something like that, it's really great!
But at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Cheng Hao saw the young man running over and began to help him.
His current condition was slightly better than the time he asked for help, but perhaps because he knew he was not going to die, he no longer had the resolve he had back then, and he didn't have the strength to help the young man get up...
Fortunately, although the boy was thin, he was very strong. He finally helped him up with great difficulty and carried him on his back.
His entire weight was on the boy, but his feet were dragging on the ground... Cheng Hao felt a little embarrassed. The boy used one hand to stabilize his body while using the other hand to open the door to the inner room.
The room was still the same as before Cheng Hao left. The mixed-race child had no idea what was happening outside. He raised his head and smiled at them.
The child's smile was like an angel's, but Cheng Hao had no time to appreciate it.
He felt a lot of blood being squeezed out of his wound... It was a miracle that he didn't die.
He was brought into the room, and the man held him, grabbed the shirt he was wearing and tore it off, then put his upper body on the bed, then took off his trousers and moved his lower body to the bed.
Cheng Hao: “…”
After the young man finished all this, he was already out of breath. Seeing Cheng Hao looking at him, he swallowed his saliva: "You... your clothes are dirty..."
Cheng Hao actually knew that the other person took off his clothes because they were dirty, and he didn't blame him, but he still didn't have the energy to speak...
At least he was safe, so Cheng Hao closed his eyes and rested.
"Don't die...you..." The young man's voice trembled a little.
Cheng Hao opened his eyes and looked at him, indicating that he was fine, then closed his eyes again.
He is very lucky. Judging from the current situation, he should not die. He doesn't want to die, so he has to live as Cheng Jinhao.
This was not what he wanted, but compared to death, it was definitely better to be alive.
All the things in his previous life were now gone, which made him feel very sorry.
Cheng Hao was a boxer in his previous life.
He was born in 1992. His father died early and his mother also died of illness when he was a teenager. Without anyone to rely on, he simply joined the provincial sports school boxing team to learn boxing at the age of twelve.
After that, he first showed his talent in the junior boxing competition. At the age of 18, he became a national boxer and won the national 54kg championship.
At the age of 20, he represented his country in the Olympics and won the bronze medal in the 60kg category of the Olympic boxing competition.
After that, he participated in many amateur boxing competitions and won the Olympic boxing gold medal in the 60kg class at the age of 24. After the Olympics, he became a professional boxer and won the WBO lightweight world championship and the boxing champion gold belt.
Because boxing matches are divided into many levels according to weight, and among all the levels, heavyweight boxers have always been the most popular, so his popularity and income are not particularly high, but not low either.
However, boxing matches are very prone to injuries. Although he won again and again, he also accumulated many hidden injuries in his body. Therefore, at the age of 28, he retired and planned to get married, have children, become a coach, and live a stable life.
Unfortunately, his retirement life ended just as it began.
Cheng Hao thought about the things he had experienced in his previous life, sighed a little, and closed his eyes to rest.
He was very weak at the moment, and what made it even more unbearable was that he was hungry, very hungry.
If only there was something to eat...
After Cheng Hao lay down, the young man who saved him covered his wound with a piece of gauze and fixed it with tape.
After treating Cheng Hao's wound, the young man went outside and came back a while later. When he came in, he was holding an iron lunch box in his hand and said to the mixed-race child in English, "Danny, your brother brought back fried chicken steak from school..."
Cheng Hao suddenly opened his eyes and moved his hands, knocking on the bed board. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the iron lunch box.
He wants to eat!
Cheng Hao's reaction made the young man a little dazed. He held the lunch box and looked at Cheng Hao blankly. As for the mixed-race child, he also looked at Cheng Hao in confusion.
Cheng Hao, who hadn't had the energy to speak just now, opened his mouth and said, "Eat!"
He wants to eat so badly!
The boy subconsciously handed the lunch box to Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao stared at the lunch box intently, and reached out to take the fried chicken inside, but when he raised his hand, he had no strength and just trembled continuously.
The young man saw that he was so determined to eat that he would die. He pursed his lips, picked up a piece of chicken fillet and put it to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao's hand fell on the bed, his mouth opened wide, and he almost wolfed down the chicken chop.
Seeing Cheng Hao like this, the young man took another piece of chicken steak and gave it to Cheng Hao, who ate it in three or two bites.
There were only two pieces of chicken fillet in the boy's lunch box, and Cheng Hao ate them all. That would have been fine, but Cheng Hao looked like he wasn't full yet.
Cheng Hao was indeed not full: "Anything else?"
The young man glanced at Cheng Hao, took out a long and big piece of bread from the corner and put it to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao took a big bite and swallowed it impatiently, and then... he choked.
This bread is not soft, but dry and hard, and difficult to swallow.
Cheng Hao was choking so hard that his eyes were almost rolling back. Seeing this, the young man took a glass of water and handed it to his mouth, and also lifted up his head so that he could drink the water properly.
Cheng Hao drank the water slowly, and it was only then that he had time to look at the boy's appearance.
That mixed-race kid is very good-looking, and this boy is not bad either.
He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, a little thin, but with big eyes and dark pupils. After meeting his gaze, the boy subconsciously looked away, but quickly turned his gaze back and concentrated on feeding him water.
Cheng Hao sighed secretly and felt a little sympathy for the child.
The child was very good-looking, but one side of his face was a little swollen, probably because he had been beaten. There were also injuries at the junction of his neck and shoulders. His hair and clothes were dirty and messy, and his hands were covered with small wounds.
Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is not having a good life.
And this is not surprising.
Racial discrimination has always existed, and during this period, Chinese people suffered even greater discrimination because their motherland was not strong and their numbers in the United States were small.
This can be seen from Cheng Jinhao's memory.
When Cheng Jinhao first came to this country, both white and black people discriminated against him.
If he didn't know how to fight, he would have been bullied to death long ago.
However, Cheng Jinhao was in good health and good at fighting, but the young man in front of him obviously did not have this ability, so he could only be bullied.
However, this child saved him, so he can help this child more in the future.
Cheng Hao made a decision, and took a sip of water and a bite of bread at the same time, and managed to finish the bread that was as long as an adult's arm and thicker than the calf of the boy in front of him.
After he finished eating, he still looked at the boy eagerly - he wanted to eat some more.
"You've eaten a lot..." The young man hesitated and was shocked.
"I'm still hungry," Cheng Hao said. He ate a lot. Even during his hard training in his previous life, he couldn't finish such a large and solid loaf of bread, but he was still ravenous.
He had never been so hungry.
However, his strength gradually returned and his overall condition improved a lot.
Cheng Hao suddenly thought of something.
He had noticed before that his injuries seemed to heal very quickly, but he didn't know the reason. Now, he had a guess.
Did he gain a golden finger after traveling through time? For example, did his wounds heal super fast?
As for being hungry all the time and wanting to eat...is this because the wound needs energy to heal?
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