when i have experience

Chapter 370
"Huh?" Monroe didn't turn around, but turned his face sideways, and stretched out his hand to open the door in front of him. The door was half opened, and the cold wind from the outside came in and blew on him. You must know that this is the cold wind in Astana in the early morning. Monroe only ordered a thin boxing robe, and the cold wind blew on Monroe's solid muscles covered in sweat, blowing away the heat from the surface of his body.

Ordinary people are most afraid of blowing cold wind when they exercise and sweat. This way, the body can easily become overwhelmed by the cold and heat.

But Monroe obviously didn't have such worries. He was holding the door with one hand. Even a muscular young man couldn't compare the muscle lines on his arm. The surface flows wantonly.

These colds are nothing to him, let alone worry that his body will feel unwell because of it.

He is Monroe.

"Then what are you going to do in the last step?" Master Ake looked at the back of the cloak, and he felt a little dazed, as if the last time he saw his back, he Monroe was just a little-known, training The boxer in the underground garage during the field.

In the blink of an eye, Monroe became a middle-aged man with a completely different identity, and his every move attracted everyone's attention.

Master Ake didn't know whether to be proud of the young man in his memory or lament the time that passed away in a blink of an eye.

last step.

Master Arco knows no better than the furthest goal in his old friend's boxing career.

The goal that once seemed unattainable and would blow the belly of a cow is now half a step away, and Monroe is squeezed out of this half step.

When Monroe heard his old friend's words, his eyes were very calm, but his eyebrows were frowned by the cold wind.

There were too many emotions in those deep eyes.

People in this world always say that he is now at a crossroads, but they don't know that there has always been only one road in front of him.

On this road, he will never reach the final destination.

It's always only half a step away.

"It may not be possible, old friend." After Monroe said this, he opened the half-open door completely, and the cold wind outside the door couldn't wait to rush into the boxing gym, as if the cold winter army was occupying the new city.

The biting cold wind blew against Monroe's body, and even bulged the boxing robe. Monroe walked out of the gate of the boxing gym, and the morning light outside the gate had already illuminated the entire city.

A black off-road vehicle was parked at the entrance of the Riverside Boxing Gym, and the driver inside was waiting for Monroe.

Standing on the boxing ring, Master Ake looked at the strong body under the boxing robe. Under the boxing robe blown by the cold wind was the pinnacle of boxing in this country.

But for the first time, Ako felt that he was old too.

. . . . . .

In the morning, Chen Xing opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a head of jet black long hair. The black hair was on his neck and face, which didn't make him feel itchy or annoying, on the contrary, it made him feel very comfortable.

Under the long black hair is a flawless face, the woman breathes calmly, the slightly parted pink lips close together, the closed eyelashes tremble slightly with the breathing, this face has always shown the charm of a mature woman The face is actually a little cute.

Chen Xing moved slightly, trying not to wake up the woman in his arms, because it was indeed a bit early, it was only after five o'clock.

The boxing match was just today, and they had already participated in the weigh-in ceremony yesterday. Chen Xing's weight had been increasing during this period of time. He ate a lot of food to gain weight, but the weight gain was still limited, and in the end he still did not reach the middleweight and gate weight. Luo negotiated the weight.

But it's one thing if you're overweight, it's another if you're underweight. You're overweight obviously means the fight doesn't count, and there might be many reasons why the fight won't be called off. After all, professional fights aren't just about competing. The high and low points, the attention of the audience, and the commercial value will allow this game to continue, but the results of this game will not be counted.

Win or lose does not count towards the record.

Under the strict control of the team, this situation rarely occurs for boxing champions, but it is not unprecedented.

Being overweight is one thing, but weighing in is another matter. The game continues and will be included in the score.

Although a high weight does not necessarily mean that it is stronger, but in terms of a large span, a large weight means that there will be a big difference in both arm span and punching strength.

From most perspectives, a big weight is indeed a big advantage, so if you are underweight, you can continue to compare.

The day of the weighing was very harmonious, and Chen Xing and Monroe shared adversity. Besides, both of them dislike those who show kung fu, even if it is to satisfy the public's attention.

Monroe, the person with the highest position in the Kazakh boxing world, has now brought the game back to his own country. Those grandstanding moves are of no use to him. His popularity in Kazakhstan has reached a very high level. To the extent that his status in the boxing world made him disdain it.

And Chen Xing, who is the "underdog" side, did not have the idea of ​​arousing the enthusiasm of the public. He felt that even if he really wanted to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, it would be on the ring.

So the weighing ceremony was passed in such a "peaceful" way, which made many people feel that it was a pity that it was too boring, but the two boxers didn't mean it, and everyone had nothing to say.

The movement of Chen Xing getting up made the eyelashes of the woman in his arms tremble slightly, she opened her eyes, and looked at Chen Xing who was getting up with clear water.

"You're awake." Leaving Chen Xing's arms, Ling Xin stretched under the quilt, feeling something was missing. She had been sleeping in Chen Xing's arms all this time, but what she didn't expect was that she Chen Xing slept very comfortably in his arms, and the sleep effect was much better than before.

The only thing that made her feel a little flawed was that every time she woke up during this period, Chen Xing was no longer in the bed, and even before dawn, he had already left the bed.Of course Ling Xin hoped that she would be in Chen Xing's arms every time she woke up, but she also hoped that Chen Xing could accomplish what he wanted to accomplish.

Ling Xin, who stretched lazily, didn't show any spring light, she was dressed tightly, even her arms were wrapped.

As early as a week before the weigh-in, Ling Xin proposed to sleep with Chen Xing in a separate room. Of course, the reason was that he felt that the competition was coming soon, and Chen Xing should save his energy and not spend it on other places. He was afraid that Chen Xing would sleep with her every day. Sleeping together is uncontrollable.

It was Chen Xing's good talk that made Ling Xin give up this idea and didn't sleep in a separate room.

After Chen Xing got up and went downstairs, Yang Ling and Ling Xin also got up, and Luo Qinghe and Uncle Xing were sitting in the hall downstairs.

The two of them have been busy during this period of time, but what they are finally waiting for is today.

The world boxing championship between Chen Xing and Monroe.

(End of this chapter)