Early in the morning, just as Pei Ziheng had finished his breakfast, Zhao Yun started shouting outside the gate as if urging him to die.

Shen Mingzhu asked Pei Ziheng to call Zhao Yun in to sit for a while and have something to eat.

At Zhao Yun's age, his metabolism is high, so he is not afraid of eating more.

“My mother…”

When his eyes fell on Zhao Yun's colorful face, Pei Ziheng paused.

Zhao Yun embarrassedly covered the wound on his face with his hands, "If I say I fell while playing basketball yesterday, would you believe me?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Pei Ziheng asked calmly.

“No.”

Zhao Yun simply stopped hiding and allowed Pei Ziheng to look at his face.

"That bastard Gong Rong dared to bully you when I was away. Can I let him go?"

"Did you win, then?"

"He got beaten a lot!"

"So, you lost?"

Zhao Yun was embarrassed.

Although he was taller than Gong Rong, he was no match for Gong Rong, who graduated from a martial arts school, in terms of fighting. He came to Gong Rong with a threatening attitude, but ended up being beaten like a bear.

So angry!

"I'm still having breakfast. My mom asked you to come in and sit for a while."

"No, I'll wait outside, hurry up."

How could he feel embarrassed to go in and embarrass himself with such a bruised face?

Pei Ziheng didn't force it.

"Where's Xiaoyun?"

"Outside."

"Why doesn't he come in? It's so sunny outside."

It is already the end of May and the sky is already bright at six o'clock. Now it is a quarter past seven and the sun is already starting to get quite scorching.

"He's embarrassed."

Shen Mingzhu was both amused and puzzled when she heard this. How could this boy, who was always thick-skinned and ate as much as he wanted, become shy?

"He hit the ball with his face yesterday." Pei Ziheng tried his best to save face for his good brother.

It turned out that he was injured.

Shen Mingzhu wanted to call the person in to check on him, but then she thought that Shen Hongmei was not a careless person and would be able to take good care of the person, so she gave up the idea.

…

On the way to school, Zhao Yun asked about the duel with Gong Rong.

"…Did this bastard force you to agree? Don't worry about him. I will go to and from school with you every day from now on."

Zhao Yun has to practice basketball after school every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, so he doesn't go home with Pei Ziheng.

"No, I took the initiative to bring it up."

Squeak! Zhao Yun braked the car, staring at him with a pair of eyes like copper bells, "Are you going to die? Even I can't beat that bastard, you want to fight him one-on-one, isn't it like lighting a lantern in the toilet?"

Lighting a lantern in the toilet - looking for shit (death).

Pei Ziheng calmly asked back: "I guess you don't want to have another grandfather, right?"

A thought slowly emerged in Zhao Yun's mind: "If I lose, I have to call Gong Rong grandpa. You are my brother, so you have to call him grandpa with me, so..."

Pei Ziheng smiled, "You'd better hope that I win. If I win, you can also get a grandson for free."

Zhao Yun: ??? Thank you! ...

No one knew who spread the rumor, but the news of Pei Ziheng and Gong Rong's duel quickly spread throughout the school, and even several neighboring junior high schools, high schools, technical schools and martial arts schools knew about it.

There were many different reports about the cause of the incident, but everyone had one consensus: Pei Ziheng was crazy.

For a child who is still wet behind the ears to challenge a boxer in a one-on-one duel, isn't that like hitting a stone with an egg?

The head teacher even had a special talk with Pei Ziheng, asking if he had been bullied by Gong Rong. He told him to focus on his studies and not waste time on a man like Gong Rong who had strong limbs but an empty head.

The students in the class have different opinions on this matter.

On the way home from school, Pei Ziheng was stopped by Jian Xun again.

"Pei Ziheng, what's wrong with you? Just because you got second place in the exam this time, you gave up on yourself and agreed to such a ridiculous and funny bet?"

Pei Ziheng asked back: "What's so funny about that?"

"Ha, you don't think you can beat Gong Rong, do you? Have you never looked in the mirror?"

Jian Xun's face was filled with anger, "I never thought you were so vulnerable. You can't get up after losing once! I actually targeted a coward like you. It's a shame!"

"Fuck, there must be something wrong with Jian Xun!"

Staring at Jian Xun's back as he left angrily, Zhao Yun cursed.

Pei Ziheng ignored the various voices from the outside world, signed up for a short-term boxing class, and set aside at least three hours a day for training.

The date he and Gong Rong agreed to have a duel was the first Sunday of summer vacation, which was about 40 days away.

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Beating Gong Rong is the small goal he has set for himself.

Although it is difficult, it would be meaningless if the goal was not difficult.

To be honest, he was a little excited. It was a wonderful feeling.

…

Shen Mingzhu was totally in favor of Pei Ziheng learning boxing. If her daughter wasn't still young, she would have wanted her daughter to learn it too.

Practicing boxing can not only strengthen your body, but also protect yourself.

At this time, Shen Mingzhu didn't know that her son was practicing boxing not to strengthen his body, but to make a bet.

However, she soon found out because her head teacher called her.

…

"aunt."

"Hey, Ziheng, you're back?"

Looking at the polite and sensible Pei Ziheng, Pei Wenping had a friendly smile on her face, but her eyes looked Pei Ziheng up and down.

In order to facilitate training, Pei Ziheng shaved his original side-parted hair into a short buzz cut, tied a blue headband around his forehead, wore the training suit of the boxing gym, and had a small bruise on the left cheekbone of his face.

The originally handsome and gentle young boy turned into a martial arts boy.

Pei Wenping followed Pei Ziheng up to the second floor before she withdrew her gaze and started to nag Shen Mingzhu: "Ziheng, why did he suddenly start practicing boxing? He's going to be a senior in high school soon. If he gets hurt, won't it affect his studies?"

Shen Mingzhu smiled and replied: "I'm not worried about Ziheng's studies. At his age, more exercise is a good thing."

"That's right. It's not good for a boy to be too weak."

Pei Wenping echoed a few words and continued to talk about the business.

After the chat, Shen Mingzhu invited Pei Wenping to have dinner with her. Pei Wenping agreed without hesitation and went to the kitchen to help diligently.

Shen Mingzhu got up and went upstairs.

"Someone told me that you are going to fight a student from a martial arts school. Is that true?"

Pei Ziheng nodded, "It's true."

Shen Mingzhu took a deep breath.

As soon as she learned about this, she went to the martial arts school to learn about Gong Rong's personal situation and secretly watched Gong Rong's training scenes.

Her heart tightened when she saw the other party wearing casserole-like boxing gloves and punching the sandbag to leave marks.

She didn't even want to imagine what the consequences would be if this punch hit her son.

…

“Bang, bang, bang!”

"Hit him! Hit him in the lower body!"

The small boxing gym was bustling with people, cheering, shouting and cheering.

On the stage, two boxers were fighting hard. Every punch hit the flesh and every move was fatal. The scene was full of blood and violence, which made Shen Mingzhu tremble with fear.

Finally, the battle was over. She felt relieved and turned to ask Pei Ziheng beside her:

"Son, after watching the boxing match, do you still want to fight Gong Rong?" (End of this chapter)