when i have experience

Chapter 368 The Light on the Ring
For this question, Chen Xing smiled lightly.

"Kazakhstan stipulates that the same person cannot serve as the president of Kazakhstan for more than two consecutive terms. Do you want to guess how long Nur-Sultan has been president?"

"How long?" Yang Ling didn't even think about guessing, she couldn't guess anyway, but the president seems to have just stepped down as president.

"28 years." Chen Xing never thought that Yang Ling would be able to answer this question, and said to himself, "Because the constitution at that time added a sentence after that sentence."

"The same candidate cannot serve as the president of Kazakhstan for more than two consecutive terms, and it will not apply to the first and current president Nur-Sultan."

Chen Xing spoke softly, but Yang Ling felt a slight touch, especially when the city named Nur-Sultan was right in front of her eyes.

"Will he be remembered forever by the people of this city and this country?" Yang Ling glanced at this city, which she was already familiar with.

"After all, regardless of future generations' doubts about his long-term tenure, at least he is the one who protected the country when it was most vulnerable." Chen Xing stood beside Yang Ling, and Shi Guangchuan The flow continues, and some people are indeed engraved at the forefront of history.

He will be remembered by all.

Yang Ling's eyes were full of waves, and her face was almost pressed against the glass. "Do you think the world will remember you in the future, brother?"

"How would I know that?" Chen Xing smiled slightly.

"Maybe they will remember you, but they certainly won't remember me." Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a little cold, obviously the cold wind outside the glass window couldn't blow her.

At this moment, a big warm hand held her hand, causing the inexplicable chill to quickly dissipate.

"I will remember you, as long as I am still in this world, I will remember you." Chen Xing smiled slightly, but his eyes were very serious, and what he said was also very serious.

Yang Ling held Chen Xing's hand tightly, as long as she held this hand, the glass would be shattered, and the cold wind outside the window would not feel cold.

The corner of Yang Ling's mouth curled into a smile again.

He definitely doesn't know the wish she made, it's not that she wished him to win this competition.

The wish she made was that they would never be separated in this life.

If possible, don't separate in the next life.

. . . . . .

Before dawn in the early morning, a middle-aged man was running along the river bank. At this point, the sky had just dawned, the street lights had not yet been extinguished, and the cold night had not subsided. The cold wind was blowing from above the river bank, hitting the middle-aged man face.

A trace of sadness appeared on the face of the running middle-aged man.

Alas, this face is already so rough, and it still wants to ravage me. The word "fine skin and tender flesh" really has nothing to do with me in this life.

While sighing, the middle-aged man thought of the young boxer he had been training with during this period. They were different. He also boxed, and he had won the boxing championship. His skin looked very good, very resilient, not at all Rough, it really compares people to people, it's maddening.

Master Ake tightened the uniform of the riverside boxing gym he was wearing, trying not to think about Chen Xing's skin, which would make him feel better, and ran to the boxing gym against the cold wind by the riverside, the street outside the boxing gym was empty , Only people who can come out at this point have ghosts. Master Ake walked into the boxing gym, did not take out the key, but pushed directly to the gate of the boxing gym.

The gate of the boxing gym was open, and it opened in the early morning.

Master Ake was not surprised by this, but hurried into the boxing gym to avoid the cold wind outside.

"call."

Master Ake, who flashed into the boxing gym, exhaled, because he just opened the door and poured in a breath of cold air, and the breath he exhaled now turned into white mist. Master Ake rubbed his hands and looked at his boxing gym.

The boxing gym was pitch black, and there was only one place with light, even if it was faint, this light was now the most eye-catching direction of the entire boxing gym.

Only one light was turned on in the entire boxing gym.

This lamp illuminates the boxing ring below it, and the light of one lamp cannot illuminate the entire boxing ring, making the ring look a bit dark.

There was a man in the boxing ring. The man was wearing boxing gloves. The temperature inside the boxing gym was not much higher than outside, but the man was naked from the upper body, and his body was covered with sweat. A drop fell from the man's body and landed on the dark boxing ring.

It's still the same.

Looking at the figure under the dim light, Master Ake put his hands in his pockets, and instead of thinking about turning on the light, he walked towards the only lit boxing ring in the boxing gym.

The figure on the ring is walking, from one side of the ring to the other, with his head down, sweat dripping from his chin and hair, the figure is slowly walking back and forth.

"The body is not bad." Master Ake took the target from the side of the boxing ring. Now he will stand under the ring and look at the figure on the ring. He didn't stop working and put the target on. The voice was particularly loud in the silent boxing gym.

"Come on." The man on the ring actually knew that Master Ake had arrived the moment Master Ake opened the door, but he still habitually waited until he came under the ring to say hello before raising his head , say a word, here we come.

The figure on the boxing ring raised his head, and the only dim light shone on his sweaty face, his resolute face, hard edges and corners, and that trace of natural simplicity.

The figure on the ring is exactly Monroe.

"How can you play the game if your body is weak?" Monroe curled his lips and smiled, and the corners of his mouth moved like this, beads of sweat hanging from his chin fell down.

Master Ake put on the target, walked through the ropes to the ring, and walked to the opposite side of Monroe, "Same?" Master Ake raised the target and made standard movements to face Monroe.

"Same as usual." Monroe raised his glove and slammed a straight punch.

Of the two on the boxing ring, one attacked crazily, and the other crazily resisted with the target. Occasionally, there would be counterattacks, but those counterattacks were easily dodged by Monroe.

On the boxing ring, Monroe's punches are like a storm, without stopping at all. Everyone in the boxing world knows Monroe's boxing style, offense, and endless offense. If it weren't for this, he would not have the feat of 15 consecutive KOs .

There are very few target masters who can stop his attack, and Master Ake is one of them.

The two were fighting each other in the dim boxing ring. The dim lights were like the dilapidated underground garage in those days. Monroe and he were sweating profusely in the underground garage full of paint smell.

Until Monroe stood on the ground, stood on the ring of the world boxing competition, and stood on the No.1 throne of Kazakhstan boxing.

No one can know how much Monroe paid, only Ako knows.

And he, Ake, has also changed from an unknown young man to a master Ake known and respected by the majority of powerful boxers, and Monroe's queen target.

(End of this chapter)