Not only was the black man incredibly strong, but he had also been fighting underground boxing for many years and was very experienced. The inexperienced An Jingfeng was no match for him.
Just then, the black man delivered a fatal punch to Yao's chest, and Yao resignedly closed his eyes, waiting for the next second to reunite with his deceased parents.
He ended his life at the age of seventeen or eighteen, having already experienced all sorts of misfortunes.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the inevitable deadly punch never came.
With his eyes swollen shut, barely able to open, he saw through tiny slits that someone had blocked the fatal punch the black man was about to deliver.
Because his back was to him, it was possible to roughly determine that he was a Chinese boy of similar age.
The underground boxing scene, though illegal, has its own set of rules. In it, killing someone is not illegal, and the fight can only end when one of the fighters is beaten to the point of being unable to stand up, or when the other fighter is killed.
An Jingfeng was very worried about the boy, but the boy seemed to know his worries. When he swung his fist at the black man, he turned around and glanced at him.
In that instant when he turned around, An Jingfeng finally saw what his savior looked like. Sure enough, it was a Chinese boy of similar age to him, with a face and features so handsome that he was unforgettable.
Even in such a perilous situation, he still had the mind to smile at him. An Jingfeng was stunned, even forgetting the pain in his body.
In the eyes of Black people, Chinese teenagers of this age are not a threat at all, and they laughed and said vulgar things.
The boy frowned slightly, then swiftly kicked the black man across the face, and with a thud, the black man fell to the ground.
Just as the black man tried to get up, he was knocked to the ground again. And just like that, An Jingfeng was taken away from the underground boxing arena by the boy.
An Jingfeng was exhausted and fainted as soon as he left the Black Boxing City. In the last moment before he lost consciousness, he heard someone call the boy next to him "Young Master".
Young Master?
That title must belong to someone who is extremely wealthy or powerful.
But why would someone called "Young Master" appear in the underground boxing arena?
Before he could think any further, his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he was lying on an unfamiliar bed. Looking around, he saw that although the room was not large and simply furnished, it was clean and tidy. The sheets were clean and had a faint scent of sunshine.
The quilt, still smelling of sunshine, was something he hadn't done before he went abroad. He missed it dearly. He buried his head in the quilt, took a deep breath, and the warm, sun-kissed scent filled his nostrils, reminding him of his mother before he left the country, and how happy and elegant she was.
The scene in his mind shifts: his elegant mother, scantily clad and heavily made up, soliciting customers on a foreign street.
He was in so much pain that he flailed his arms around and accidentally knocked the water glass on the bedside table to the ground with a crisp thud.
Hearing the noise in the room, someone pushed the door open and came in. He suddenly looked up from under the covers and saw that it was an old man who had entered the room.
Despite his advanced age, he was in high spirits, especially given the proper, conservative clothing he wore—the kind of clothes only servants would wear—which made his status immediately apparent.
"Young man," the old man said, looking straight at him, "our young master is looking for you."
He followed the old man to the study, where the boy who had rescued him from the underground boxing city was sitting behind the desk reading a book. When he wasn't looking, the boy secretly glanced at the book cover.
This is a neurosurgery discipline.
Medicine in the United States is not like that in China; the students who get into medical school there are all extremely outstanding.
He was reading medical books, which means he wasn't studying medicine, but just wanted to become a doctor.
After leading him into the study, the old man respectfully said to the boy, "Young man, the person has arrived."
Then he respectfully left the study, considerately closing the door behind him.
"Thank you for saving me!" An Jingfeng, who was feeling uneasy, spoke first in the study.
Upon hearing his voice, the boy finally shifted his gaze from the book in his hands to the man's face. "You're welcome. I just saw myself in you."
An Jingfeng wasn't a smart man and didn't understand what he meant. However, for him in his current situation, whether he understood what others meant or not was unimportant. What mattered was that he wanted to continue living.
That day in the study, Xiao Anhe gave him two choices: first, to send him back to China for free; second, to stay in the United States and have his tuition fees covered.
An Jingfeng had no relatives in China, so he decisively chose the second option. However, he was also a man of principle. He could accept Xiao Anhe's sponsorship for the tuition for the time being, but he would definitely repay it in the future.
And so, his life, which would have ended at the age of seventeen or eighteen, was rekindled by meeting Xiao Anhe, and he set sail once again.
Instead of focusing solely on academic subjects, he enrolled in a military academy and began receiving militarized education.
Upon graduation, he was outstanding in every way and could have been offered a position as an instructor at the university, but he refused and resolutely returned to Xiao Anhe's side.
Many years later, the two young men talked again in the study. Unlike their conversation years ago, An Jingfeng was no longer standing humbly. He sat in the chair in front of Xiao Anhe and sincerely expressed his desire to stay by Xiao Anhe's side.
Xiao Anhe had shed the stunning beauty of his youth, which sometimes made it difficult to tell if he was male or female. Now, he was a handsome and refined man in his twenties. Sitting in a chair across a desk, with his hands folded on a book, he smiled and asked An Jingfeng, "Do you know who I am? You want to follow me?"
An Jingfeng felt a surge of inexplicable tension. After swallowing, he told Xiao Anhe everything he knew about him.
Xiao Yang is the eldest son of the Xiao family in City B. His mother arranged for him to study abroad during junior high school. His mother died of a serious illness, and his father remarried the following year. He now has a half-brother named Xiao Yang.
He had just said these words when Xiao Anhe stopped him.
Xiao Anhe's expression was not...
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