Rekindling the Youthful Era

Chapter 752 Every punch lands hard and is incredibly satisfying!
Ying Zhicheng's punch was as fast as lightning, descending from the sky, and was filled with anger and ferocity, carrying a certain amount of emotion.

Li Luo thought it was just an interaction for the purpose of fitness, and that Ying Zhicheng would definitely hold back since he was a beginner.

This is hardly a case of stopping.

They were clearly there to kill him!

When Li Luo felt the oncoming force of the punch, it was too late to dodge. He could only rely on his youthful quick reflexes to barely take half a step back.

But Ying Zhicheng still punched him squarely in the face.

Fortunately, Li Luo subconsciously turned his head, and Ying Zhicheng's straight punch landed right on the soft padding on the side of the helmet, reducing the impact considerably.

With the half-step back that Li Luo took as a buffer, he staggered back several steps after being hit, his mind going blank for a moment, but he was still able to withstand it.

Holding onto the ropes of the boxing ring, Li Luo propped his head up with one hand, shook his head, and was still a little dazed.

After regaining his senses, he looked up at Ying Zhicheng, who was still quite eager to try, and immediately showed a helpless expression.

"Uncle Ying...aren't we...taking this a little too seriously?"

"Boxing naturally requires going all out, otherwise how can it be effective for training?" Ying Zhicheng said seriously. "Are you feeling better? If you've recovered, then continue."

Li Luo finally understood.

Ying Zhicheng came here specifically to beat him up.

I don't know what I did to offend him... Li Luo's mind raced, and after searching through his memory palace, he quickly realized the problem.

Hmm... new car...

Earlier, when Sister Xiaowen was driving, Zhusheng kept secretly kissing him. At that time, Yuan Wanqing received a call from Ying Zhicheng and told him that he had bought new cars for Yan Zhusheng and Ying Chanxi.

At the time, it was so exciting that I didn't think about the issues in depth and was completely led astray by Yan Zhusheng.

At this moment, Ying Zhicheng's punch opened Li Luo's mind, instantly waking him up.

Old Ying's hands are getting red and hot... he's not holding back at all.

But since he's the one who ran off with two of his daughters, he might as well vent his anger on him... Hopefully, Ying Zhicheng can accept reality soon.

After thinking it over, Li Luo suddenly understood the key point and felt relieved.

Ying Zhicheng's behavior clearly indicated that he was there to vent his emotions.

What does that mean?
This means there's a chance!

After all, if he really disagreed with this... oh no, these two marriages, Ying Zhicheng would probably come over and confront him in a huff.

Now that he doesn't ask anything and even uses boxing as an excuse to vent his anger on him, it's actually a good thing.

After figuring this out, Li Luo immediately adjusted his posture and returned to Ying Zhicheng's side, his fists protecting his sides and his eyes fixed on the front.

next second.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the image of Ying Zhicheng's standard boxing style immediately appeared in his mind.

Memory Palace.

Fully open!

"Here you are." Ying Zhicheng raised his fists and began to move back and forth with small steps. The next second, he suddenly threw a jab, which unexpectedly hit Li Luo in the chest.

The jab is not as powerful as a straight punch, but it is designed to catch the opponent off guard. After being hit, Li Luo staggered back several steps.

But he quickly rallied and returned to Ying Zhicheng, where he continued to be beaten.

Two boxing coaches were watching the show from the sidelines, chatting as they watched.

"That young man doesn't seem to know much. Judging from his movements and reactions, he seems like a complete novice?" The boxing coach, who was currently serving as Ying Zhicheng's sparring partner, commented with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

The female coach next to him nodded, then asked in a low voice, "Does President Ying have a grudge against them? They're fighting so fiercely."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." The boxing coach glanced at his colleague. "Just observe, don't have any unnecessary curiosity."

"I was just curious," the female coach said, spreading her hands. "Otherwise, that young man looked like he'd never trained before; he was just asking for a beating."

"I don't think so." The boxing coach frowned slightly, watching Ying Zhicheng's gradually unfolding offensive in the boxing ring. As time went on, things seemed to be getting a little strange. "Something's fishy."

"Hmm? What's going on?" the female coach asked suspiciously.

"Look at that young man's movements, he seems much more skilled than at the beginning," the boxing coach frowned. "Was he faking it at first? His footwork is good, and his defense is starting to look quite professional."

"It seems he really does... he has a foundation, he must have trained before." After being reminded, the female coach observed carefully and exclaimed in surprise, "Then why isn't he fighting back?"

"Does he look like he'd dare to fight back?" the boxing coach chuckled. "His opponent is President Ying."

“That makes sense…” The female coach nodded in deep agreement.

Ying Zhicheng's identity was no secret in their gym; he was the big boss of Huayue Film and Television upstairs, and considered one of their gym's top clients.

Every time Ying Zhicheng comes, the gym will offer him the best hospitality, afraid of driving him away.

This time, Ying Zhicheng brought a young man with him. I don't know what their relationship was, but he brought him directly to the ring to fight in freestyle fighting.

When the game first started, the two coaches thought Ying Zhicheng was going to bully the other team, but now it seems that the young man was probably just throwing the game.

The boxing coach, being an observer, could see that something was wrong with Li Luo.

Ying Zhicheng, however, was blinded by his own involvement and became so engrossed in his own superb boxing skills that he couldn't extricate himself.

But what he didn't notice was.

At first, he was able to land punches that landed squarely, often managing to hit Li Luo and force him to retreat repeatedly.

But as time went on, Li Luo began to consciously dodge, and if he wanted to, he could even dodge all of Ying Zhicheng's attacks.

But Li Luo didn't do that. Instead, he deliberately left some openings for Ying Zhicheng, and then used his fists or protective gear to effectively resist.

In this way, although Ying Zhicheng could still get the thrill of delivering punches that felt real, it didn't hurt Li Luo much.

As long as it allows Ying Zhicheng to vent his frustrations, that's all that matters.

Li Luo had gone to great lengths, running his memory palace at full speed to continuously replicate Ying Zhicheng's standard boxing moves. However, analyzing and replicating these moves was quite mentally taxing.

He hasn't used the possession trick in a long time because every time he does, his head feels unbearably swollen.

It was only used quite frequently during the basketball tournament in my first year of high school.

Now, when he used it again, Li Luo was also panting heavily, as it was rare for him to engage in such a high-intensity exertion.

Fortunately, Ying Zhicheng on the other side was no young man either. After such a rapid offensive for five or six minutes, he already showed signs of fatigue. After all, even in normal free fighting, it's impossible to throw punches continuously like that without the opponent retaliating.

After venting like that, he was actually quite exhausted.

"Alright... let's take a break for now." Ying Zhicheng had had his fill of fun this time. Seeing Li Luo stagger back after being hit by his punch again, he felt quite satisfied and withdrew his fist and took a deep breath.

Li Luo nodded and followed Ying Zhicheng off the boxing ring, sitting down on the sofa.

Just then, Ying Chanxi came down from upstairs. When she saw the two of them wearing boxing protective gear, she was immediately shocked and quickly ran to Li Luo's side.

"What are you doing? Why are you practicing boxing?" Ying Chanxi sat down next to Li Luo with a worried look, examined him carefully, and then said to Ying Zhicheng with some dissatisfaction, "Dad, are you bullying him?"

Having vented his anger, Ying Zhicheng suddenly felt a little guilty and embarrassed when his daughter asked him that question.

Instead, Li Luo took off his boxing gloves and quickly put his arm around Ying Chanxi to comfort her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. I learned it at school before. It was just a friendly sparring session with Uncle Ying. It's mainly for fitness, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Really?" Ying Chanxi asked with a look of suspicion.

"If you don't believe me, just watch from here," Li Luo said with a smile. "Uncle Ying, shall we try again?"

"Sure." Ying Zhicheng rested for a while, caught his breath, and nodded. "Are you alright?"

“No problem, let’s go.” Li Luo stood up with a smile and returned to the boxing ring with Ying Zhicheng.

This time, Ying Zhicheng was noticeably more restrained than before, and Li Luo also responded appropriately.

The two were evenly matched on stage.

Because Li Luo possesses a memory palace, he can perfectly replicate Ying Zhicheng's movements and habits. Therefore, he can always defend against Ying Zhicheng's punches and also make Ying Zhicheng block his attacks.

The two fought back and forth, thoroughly enjoying themselves, and the workout was indeed quite effective.

Ying Zhicheng sparred with him for about ten minutes, sweating profusely, and even felt that Li Luo understood him better than his long-term boxing coach.

This kind of perfectly synchronized attack is so satisfying.

"You kid, you've actually trained before?" Ying Zhicheng looked Li Luo up and down with suspicion, and before he stepped off the stage, he couldn't help but ask, "Then why did you look like you didn't know how to fight at the beginning?"

"Ahem... I haven't been learning for very long, so I was definitely a bit rusty when I first went on stage. After all, it was my first time doing freestyle fighting." Li Luo coughed and made up a story on the spot. "Mainly, Uncle Ying was holding back for me. After I gradually became familiar with the moves and techniques, I slowly got into the zone."

"Hmm...no wonder." Ying Zhicheng blushed at his words, realizing that he hadn't been going easy on him.

Li Luo's comment made me feel rather embarrassed.

However, thinking about someone's two-timing behavior, Ying Zhicheng snorted inwardly, feeling that he hadn't done anything wrong.

These punches were all relatively mild!
"Dad, have some water."

After Ying Zhicheng stepped off the boxing ring, Ying Chanxi obediently handed him warm water.

Ying Zhicheng smiled and took the drink, then took a large gulp with great relish.

Then he saw his daughter hand Li Luo a glass of warm water and wipe his sweat with a clean towel!

Upon seeing this scene, Ying Zhicheng immediately gripped the water glass in his hand tightly.

Thankfully it wasn't a disposable paper cup, or he would have crushed it.

"You're amazing!" Ying Chanxi said softly as she wiped Li Luo's sweat. "My dad has been boxing for many years, and you can still hold your own against him."

Hearing his daughter's praise, Ying Zhicheng's lips twitched twice.

"Ahem... Uncle Ying just went easy on me." Li Luo had already noticed Old Ying's sidelong glance and immediately said modestly.

"Mr. Ying, your shower is ready." A nearby attendant approached at the opportune moment and whispered, "Would you like to shower now?"

"Let him go first." Ying Zhicheng pointed at Li Luo and then said to him, "You're all sweaty after boxing, go take a shower first, I'll sit for a while and rest."

"Oh, okay." Li Luo nodded and followed the waiter toward Ying Zhicheng's private shower room.

Ying Zhicheng knows how to enjoy life. After becoming a platinum member here, he gets his own private changing room with a shower.

After Li Luo went inside, she quickly changed her clothes, took a shower, and then went inside.

Outside, after Li Luo left, Ying Chanxi obediently sat down next to Ying Zhicheng.

Ying Zhicheng turned his head and glanced at his daughter's cute profile. Suddenly, he recalled what Yuan Wanqing had said to him in the office earlier.

"...That's the situation. Xixi and Zhusheng both seem to have agreed to this, and their attitude is quite firm, so I can't be too forceful."

"Moreover, Li Luo is indeed outstanding enough, and all three children are in love with each other... In this situation, I really don't know how to stop it."

"You call this mutual affection?" Ying Zhicheng's voice rose instantly.

But Yuan Wanqing's counter-question silenced him: "Then what do you suggest we do? Or, would it be better for our two daughters to marry other men than Li Luo?"

This question lingered in Ying Zhicheng's mind from the moment he left the office until after his boxing match with Li Luo.

After blocking either Xixi or Zhusheng and forcing Li Luo to choose between them, can his other daughter find a better match than Li Luo?

Such a difficult choice would leave anyone in a helpless situation, regardless of who is in the position.

Anyone who truly cares about their daughter's future happiness would not gamble with something like this.

This left both Yuan Wanqing and Ying Zhicheng in an awkward situation.

Most importantly, Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng both agreed to this. On this basis, how could the parents possibly stop them?
Ying Zhicheng genuinely didn't know.

"Xixi."

"Ok?"

"Have you been happy living in Bihai Lanting for the past three years?" Ying Zhicheng leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling. "Has anything bothering you? Or have you suffered any injustices?"

"Dad, why are you suddenly asking this kind of question?" Ying Chanxi turned his head in confusion, then smiled and said, "Of course there are unhappy things."

"Huh?!" Ying Zhicheng suddenly turned his head, as if he had suddenly grasped some reason, and asked Ying Chanxi, "What's bothering you?"

"I haven't finished yet..." Ying Chanxi chuckled helplessly, "There are indeed things that make me unhappy, but if you ask me this suddenly, Dad, I can't think of anything right now."

"They should all be minor issues."

"But there are countless happy things."

"Is that so..." Ying Zhicheng remained silent until Li Luo came out after taking a shower, without saying another word.

(End of this chapter)