Underground boxing matches are not the murderous arenas of ancient Rome.
The old man is particularly concerned about the physical health of the contestants, so every competition will be equipped with the most top-notch medical team.
This time, the person stationed in the infirmary was an old acquaintance of Qianqian.
A little old man who looked a lot like Einstein. He was slovenly, but his medical skills were extremely superb.
He bandaged Qianqian's forearm and complained:
"The baby named Harris doesn't know what kind of medicine he took. He feels like there's something wrong with his head. He won't live long!"
Qianqian nodded casually.
"Okay, okay, I have something else to do later, just try to deal with it in a less conspicuous way for me."
"Your bones are almost broken, what else are you going to do?"
"Go to a basketball game."
Little old man: "..."
Snapped!
The little old man directly closed the medicine box and threw two bottles of ointment to Qianqian.
"Go quickly, go quickly!"
He complained quite unhappily: "Little girl, the movie is crazy, please go home and sleep, have a good rest!"
"understood!"
Qianqian laughed and waved her hands casually.
Although this little old man who resembles Einstein likes to complain, he also takes every injured fighter seriously, and he is unanimously praised by the industry.
The little old man noticed Qianqian's perfunctory attitude and wanted to teach him a lesson, but Qianqian's expression suddenly changed.
"Wait, do you feel something?"
"What do you feel? Don't change the subject!"
"It's really not true."
Qianqian shook her head, stood up and left the infirmary.
As a fighter, Qianqian is extremely sensitive to the surrounding environment.
And just now, she clearly felt something "shocked" around her.
It wasn't an earthquake, and it didn't seem to be far from my position, as if something heavy had suddenly fallen to the ground.
She left the infirmary, followed her feelings and turned around the corner.
A tightly closed large pull-down iron door appeared in front of Qianqian.
Qianqian paused, recalling the scene when she passed here before.
Was this iron door... closed before?
It seemed to be the sound of the iron door hitting the ground when it fell just now.
"anyone there?"
Qianqian asked tentatively, but there was no movement around her.
Vaguely, she felt that there seemed to be "something" hidden behind the iron door.
"Gudu..."
Swallowed.
Qianqian slowly moved forward and approached the iron door, wanting to find out what was behind it.
Her hand gradually came closer to the handle of the iron door, and then she squeezed it tightly.
It's electric, but I seem to be able to pull it up with my own strength.
Pull it up and take a look?
But just when Qianqian was about to use her strength to pull the iron door open, a voice suddenly came from behind her.
"What are you doing here?"
It's the old man's voice
Qianqian turned around and found that the old man was standing behind her at some point.
"Haha, old man!"
Qianqian stepped forward and hugged the old man, and said with a smile: "I just finished bandaging, and I'm going to go back to the stadium later."
"not going home?"
"Han Xing...my husband is still waiting for me over there."
Qianqian was so excited that she directly lifted the old man up, spun him around in the air, and then placed him firmly on the ground.
"Quick, quick, where is my bonus?"
"Didn't I come to give it to you? The password is the same as before."
The old man threw a bank card to Qianqian, and then complained: "Tell me if you need money, you know I want to watch other people's games, but you come here to play..."
"But I also want to fight with them! It's a pity that I can't fight with the curator."
Qianqian touched the iron door in front of her and asked curiously: "Is this iron door always closed?"
"Yes." The old man nodded, "There is an abandoned basement behind that. It is extremely dirty. It is not cost-effective to clean it up, so it is simply kept sealed."
"But I remember that this door was opened just now..."
"How about you go in and clean it up for me?"
"forget it."
Qianqian shut up immediately.
Both of them actually like chatting with each other like this.
In terms of age, the old man is undoubtedly on the same level as Xu Cheng, but the old man and Qianqian are more like a pair who have been friends for many years and are good buddies.
A fun-loving person and a big heart are indeed a match.
She hadn't had much rest in the infirmary just now, so Qianqian simply sat cross-legged on the ground with her back against the iron door.
The old man didn't care much about his own image and sat on the floor with his champion.
The old man suddenly asked: "Is your husband an outsider who doesn't know your affairs?"
Qianqian immediately protected her bonus card, "I won, I can't pay back the money!"
"Do you think I am such a stingy person?"
The old man felt that his head was big and he couldn't help but rub his temples, "But it's a bit dangerous for you to go this far today."
The old man has seen extraordinary power, so he knows exactly what kind of terrifying opponent Chu Qianqian defeated today.
Qianqian gave an answer without any suspense:
"Because I want to win."
Qianqian moved her wrist and said slowly: "Ever since I was a child, every time I encountered something, I wanted to stand up and win."
"People around me often tell me that there is no need to decide the outcome of everything, as that would make life very tiring, but I don't think that's the case."
"Instead of letting me live my whole life in a haze, studying, going to work, getting married... I would rather always want to win and never stop."
"It's a feeling of being alive."
Listening to Qianqian's words, the old man couldn't help but look at the iron door behind her, and then smiled:
"It sounds like you don't like a quiet life."
"No, what I hate is being confused."
Qianqian changed the topic and shook her head: "My parents lived a peaceful life, but I have never been in a hazy state since I was a child, so I live a very happy life."
The old man didn't understand what he meant.
Qianqian continued:
"Tell you a story from when I was a child."
"At that time, the rock garden I often went to was going to be demolished. I cried and shouted that I didn't want that."
"So, my dad really went to the construction team to argue."
The old man was stunned, "He succeeded?"
That Xu Cheng should not be a violent person.
But Qianqian shook her head, "He tried to reason with me seriously all afternoon, but failed. His mother even sent him to sleep on the sofa as a punishment because he was 'looking for trouble.'"
The old man: "..."
"Then I begged my dad for mercy, and my mom found out that I was the culprit, so I went to sleep on the sofa."
Old man: "...?"
"In the end, my mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she also slept on the sofa next to me."
"So that night our whole family slept on the sofa."
Old man: "?"
What does this mean? The behavioral logic of this family is a little too out of date!
But before the old man could complain, he heard Qianqian add:
"That night, my dad secretly gave me a small stone, saying that he secretly took it from the rockery and asked me to keep it in my mind."
"At that moment, I felt that my dad could do anything!"
Qianqian's eyes were shining.
"My dad likes beautiful things the most."
"Whether it's his own or the people around him, he can't see those things disappearing."
These words made the old man silent.
He began to wonder what kind of person Xu Cheng was.
But Qianqian gave an answer. She said with a smile, as if to show off——
"The best dad, right?"
…
Separated by a door.
In that damp corridor, Xu Cheng slowly stood up.
Countless drowning hands attacked him, and the agents not far away watched eagerly.
Xu Cheng took off his hood and slowly clenched his fists.
