Although the underground boxing match founded by the old man is a gray industry, "grey" does not mean "black".
On that arena paved with white sand, there is no status, no wealth, no identity, no interests...
The only thing left above is the "competition" that ignores everything.
Therefore, the auditorium for the old man's underground boxing match is actually semi-open to the public.
As long as there is a path, or you know how to take the route, and you really come to enjoy the game, then even if you are a homeless man on the street, you are qualified to watch the game.
So, there is an office worker in the audience.
…
This office worker is also a frequent attendee of underground boxing matches.
He first came here once with a friend, and then he always liked to come to the stadium occasionally after work.
Bring two beers and come watch the game.
After the beer is finished and the game is decided, office workers will return home happily, take a shower, and then fall asleep.
Wait until the next day before continuing to work.
In order to watch underground boxing matches, office workers declined many social events.
Like a routine social gathering with colleagues, or an unfriendly reminiscence among unfamiliar classmates...
why?
——The friend who first brought office workers to watch the game once asked such a question.
"Why are you so obsessed with this?"
The office worker thought about it for a long time.
In the end, he shook his head helplessly.
"I don't know, but I just like watching it."
The office worker gave an answer that was not an answer.
"What the hell?"
The friend laughed.
He is not an office worker, but a rich second generation who likes to play outside all day long.
Once you've had enough fun, you'll probably have to go back and practice for a few years before inheriting the family business.
The thinking of rich second-generation friends is obviously different from that of office workers.
"You like to come here, there must be a reason, right?"
My friend extended his hand and gave an example:
"It's like you have a lot of troubles at home and want to come here for some quiet time;"
"Or maybe you were just reprimanded by your boss today and are worried about KPIs again, so you need a channel to vent;"
"Otherwise, be more practical. Do you think the host girl is very pretty and eye-catching;"
My friend slapped my thigh hard.
"By the way, let's be more artistic."
"You think that champion girl is lively and sunny, and you hope your daughter will become like that when she grows up!"
The rich second generation has watched so many movies that they can easily dream up all kinds of wonderful secrets.
The office workers only felt that they had heard nothing.
"This is all such a mess!"
As a young rich second generation, I often have brain twitches, so the office workers don't pay much attention to it.
He just waved his hand and said helplessly: "There is really no reason."
Seeing that the rich second-generation friends began to express their creative ideas again, the office worker could only bite the bullet and make up:
"If that doesn't work, just think of me as an alternative bar."
"I just like staying here, how about it!"
"Okay, okay, your poor brother believes it!"
A rich second-generation friend patted the office worker on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You can take annual leave tomorrow. I'll treat you to a drink at the Internet bar tonight and invite a few more people to play together."
"I won't go." The office worker shook his head.
The friend looked sad and said: "Are you angry?"
"no."
The office worker continued to shake his head and said, "I still want to go to the game tonight."
friend:"……"
Friend: "Hey——?"
The friend was speechless and said: "Underground boxing matches happen all the time, but those pretty girls tonight..."
At this point, the office worker suddenly interrupted:
"The curator wins the championship."
friend:"……"
Friend: "Huh?"
Friend: "Let's go together."
There will always be good-looking girls, but "curator" playing "champion" is no longer a rare level.
It is clearly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to appreciate it!
The friend immediately checked out of the private room he had booked, then drove over in his car, dragging office workers along with him.
…
A pair of young people came in and took their seats.
But the two people didn't realize that before they entered the arena, a literary young man wearing glasses passed by them.
There were still a few drops of sweat on the bespectacled young man's forehead.
He just chopped down Qianqian.
On the way to find Xu Cheng, the scholar also planned to randomly kill some spectators.
The office worker and his friends naturally become one of the casual targets of scholars.
Swish——! Swish——!
Gently cut twice.
All connections between office workers and rich second-generation friends have been severed by scholars.
At that time, neither man realized what was happening.
They felt that everything around them had become unfamiliar, but the remaining thoughts in their minds were still guiding them to move forward, enter the venue, and finally take their seats.
"us……"
The office worker murmured.
He was holding two bottles of beer in his hand. He originally wanted to share them with his friends, but now he felt that it was meaningless.
My friend is a rich second generation!
Would he come and drink his two bottles of cheap beer? What would be the point?
The friend murmured.
He also felt that sitting here was of no use.
It is true that office workers have been my good friends since childhood, but that's all.
There is no overlap of interests between the two parties.
Even if it is for spiritual pleasure, there is no need for rich second-generation friends to waste time here with office workers.
But he still blurted out:
"Let's watch the game."
"okay."
The office worker nodded.
He felt that all his senses were numb.
It felt like I had been in a meeting all day, feeling uncomfortable all over and just wanting to be alone for a while.
Why on earth did you come to such a noisy place?
If you have this time, it's really better to rest at home or do some work for the next day. Maybe you won't be so worried the next day.
All in all, staying in this noisy arena doesn't mean much to office workers.
But now that it’s here, what can we do?
Let's drink beer and watch the game.
Office workers and rich second-generation people sat side by side, watching the battle between the curator and the champion without much concern.
I even forgot to drink the unopened beer.
They watched Qianqian being knocked to the ground by the curator, and then watched Qianqian get up from the ground.
Knocked down, get up;
Knocked down, get up;
Knocked down, get up;
…
The cycle goes back and forth.
Gradually, Qianqian climbed up more and more slowly.
She was beaten so badly, but no one on the field showed the slightest mercy.
Because Qianqian has nothing to do with them.
Can……
Why?
why?
When they look at Qian Qian.
Watching Qianqian stand up from the ground while holding on to the wooden fence, watching her walk towards the curator step by step, watching her and the curator's two left hands cross each other.
At that moment, something seemed to touch them.
It was something different from their own numb senses, touching the most imperceptible emotions deep in their hearts.
The office worker burst into tears.
It welled up from the eye sockets, crossed the lips, and then to the chin, and finally dripped into the beer bottle in his hand.
The office worker suddenly realized something.
He finally knew how he should answer the questions asked by his rich second-generation friends.
Why do you always want to come here?
The office worker would like to answer this:
Those who shed blood and sweat in the ring, those who are high-spirited, those who roar and roar with their own will, those who remain standing...
They are all the "selves" they wanted to be, but ultimately failed to become!
