Chapter 15: Frail Body
The lights in the boxing gym shone brightly, illuminating the packed stands. This long-anticipated match had generated a buzz among boxing fans, eager for the showdown.
The new boxer had made waves in the ring over the past six months, showcasing an impressive prowess that attracted the attention of prominent figures in the sport. His appearance fee for this match was a staggering two million.
Backstage…
“Number 1, do you need me to bandage you again?”
Lu Beihuai sat on the sofa, his upper body bare, revealing a canvas of bruises across his chest and back. His broad shoulders and strong waist were a testament to countless hours of training, his muscles taut and defined. He looked like a slumbering beast, his expression unyielding and his eyes dark, brimming with a stormy intensity that made anyone who dared to meet his gaze feel a sense of suffocation.
He radiated a pressure that kept others at bay.
“No need,” Lu Beihuai replied, lowering his gaze as he wrapped the gauze around his right hand. “I’ll leave after I collect my appearance fee tonight.”
“Are you sure you won’t fight anymore? Doesn’t your dad need the money?”
Lu Beihuai paused mid-bandage, his eyelids drooping slightly. “I won’t fight again. I’m afraid I won’t live long enough to care for my dad.”
He said no more, quickly finishing the wrapping.
The agent, a gentle man with glasses, remained silent. He understood Lu Beihuai’s situation all too well. If his family hadn’t been struggling, he would never have set foot in a boxing gym. But such talent, such innate ability to excel in boxing—how many could claim that? In just half a year, Lu Beihuai had earned multiple first-place titles in amateur competitions, drawing investments from various big names in the industry.
He was both talented and handsome, a joy to watch whether in competition or exhibition matches.
Every match had drawn a full house.
Yet, today marked the last fight under his contract.
“Yeah,” Lu Beihuai murmured softly.
He glanced down at the bandage in his hand, loosening it, tightening it, then wrapping it securely around his injured right hand. As he did, his thoughts drifted to a clean, beautiful face.
—I’ll give your father a bone marrow transplant.
—Don’t worry.
Half an hour later, the competition began.
The octagonal arena buzzed with excitement. Dressed in sharp suits and elegant dresses, affluent attendees filled the seats, their anticipation palpable. Fans had paid top dollar for this spectacle.
“Number 1!!!! Come on!!!”
Standing beside the ring, Lu Beihuai adjusted his bandages, his heart racing at the cheers from the audience. He lifted his gaze, the light catching the sharp angles of his face under the mask. His dark eyes were cold and calm, framed by indifferent brows that concealed a fierce, indomitable spirit. He exuded an aura that was both haunting and oppressive.
As the spotlight fell on him, his broad shoulders and strong waist drew attention, revealing a back marked by scars. The imperfections only highlighted his strength, presenting a striking image of raw masculinity that captivated the crowd. In contrast, his opponent, while equally sized, boasted more defined muscles, yet it was Lu Beihuai who drew the eyes of many, a living embodiment of brutal beauty in the boxing arena.
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Romance"Everyone Hates My Frail Body" Author: Yaoyaotu Status: Complete Summary: Song Qie was accidentally reborn after a car accident, finding himself transformed into a character in a novel that everyone despises. This character, also named Song Qie, is...
