Then he saw Chengdong standing on the ring, letting the opponent's fists fall on him like rain. He was beaten back repeatedly, but he didn't say a word.
It was one thing to know what he was doing part-time, and another thing to see it in person.
Chen Liyang's eyes turned red instantly, and he wanted to rush forward desperately and protect him in his arms.
But he knew that this was Chengdong's job, and rushing forward now would only push him into an embarrassing situation.
Just seeing him being beaten like this made his heart hurt.
When I was fifteen years old, I would play games in an Internet cafe every day during the summer vacation, and I would even blame my mother because the food she cooked was not delicious.
Compared with him, at the age of fifteen, I was just a moth, and a moth with a bad temper.
What has a person gone through to become so sensible? The hardships in life did not break his young heart, but instead made him live like an aspen in the desert, so strong that it makes people feel heartbroken.
Coach Xiaomi who chased after him thought that Chen Liyang would go up to make trouble and drive away customers.
Who knew that he was hiding in an inconspicuous corner, looking at the ring, his eyes red, which made him feel a little unbearable.
On the ring, Zhou Chengdong suddenly felt a little flustered. He didn't know what he was panicking about. In short, his heart couldn't calm down at all.
This reminded him of the scene when he felt like he was being followed when he was outside, only to turn around and see nothing.
That feeling came again, as if there were a pair of eyes looking at me somewhere.
Every minute and second that followed was a torment for him.
"Are you okay?" Coach Xiaomi felt that Chen Liyang was not in good condition.
Chen Liyang shook his head: "I'm fine."
His voice was no longer as gentle as before, and was a bit cold and distant.
Coach Xiaomi could feel that he had a father-son affection for Zhou Chengdong, otherwise he would not have shown such an expression when Chengdong was training with others.
In this way, Chen Liyang watched secretly for more than an hour. He didn't say a word during the whole process. When Zhou Chengdong was hit, he counted the number of words, a total of three hundred and twenty-six times, and his heart ached three hundred and twenty-six times. Down. (Note: Please don’t bring this part-time job into reality!)
In the end, Zhou Chengdong was exhausted and lying on the ground. He had been beaten to numbness, and now he just wanted to lie down for a while.
When Coach Xiaomi saw it was over, he walked up and praised the customers, saying that his boxing skills were getting better and better.
There is no way, the customer is God.
After the male customer vented his anger, he felt much better: "The employee you hired is good. He is very resistant to beatings. He has not made any mistakes for so long. He is very bloody."
It was obviously a compliment, but in Chen Liyang's ears, it was like being whipped repeatedly on his wounds.
Especially the sentence about being able to resist being beaten was due to the amount of pain Chengdong endured.
But he is just a child, and he shouldn't have to endure this.
He knew why Chengdong broke his promise and continued to do this part-time job after promising him.
After all, he was a useless stepfather. He performed an operation on Xiaobei and spent almost the same amount of money.
He is carrying this family for himself, and he is taking on this responsibility for himself.
How could I have the face to blame him for being disobedient?
After Xiaobei was discharged from the hospital, making money was imminent. He must make the first pot of gold in his life with the smallest investment in a short period of time.
Only if he has money in his hands, Chengdong will not do this behind his back.
Zhou Chengdong paid no attention to the coach or the customers. He just lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
He just stared at the lights on the ceiling until a person appeared in front of him.
He was so familiar with a person that he thought he was hallucinating for a moment.
Until he blinked hard and realized that the person was still there, he was so frightened that he sat up directly: "You...why are you here?"
He didn't know if Chen Liyang saw him being beaten, which made him even more panicked.
Chen Liyang stretched out his hand: "Can you stand up?"
Zhou Chengdong nodded repeatedly: "Yes... yes..."
As he spoke, he took off his boxing gloves, placed his hand on Chen Liyang's palm, and stood up with his strength.
Due to the force exerted on the abdomen, there was obvious pain from the trauma that was originally insignificant.
But he didn't dare to show it, for fear that Chen Liyang would find out and blame him for being disobedient.
But little did he know that Chen Liyang had already guessed it through his slight frown, but he just didn't say anything.
"Have you been working here part-time these days?" Although he said it in a question, his tone was firm.
Zhou Chengdong knew that since he found this place, he couldn't hide it from him, so he nodded: "Well, but you don't have to worry, this part-time job is not life-threatening, it is just an ordinary sparring partner."
Chen Liyang opened his clothes, revealing dense scars, criss-crossing them. It was shocking to see, and he took a breath: "Is this what you said is not life-threatening?
Do you know that you are only fifteen years old, and it is not your turn to support the family with an injury? "
His tone was colder than ever before, with no loud scolding or angry accusations.
But the calmer he was, the more uneasy Zhou Chengdong became.
This kind of Chen Liyang was far better than the previous Chen Liyang who beat him, refused to feed him, and made him scared.
This fear is not physical fear, but mental fear.
He likes Chen Liyang now and doesn't want him to be angry with him and ignore him.
"Can you please don't be angry with me? It looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all, really!" He stood in front of Chen Liyang with his head lowered and his tone was weak.
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