"Bang."
Drenched in sweat, Jiang Chen once again fell backwards onto the ground, panting as if he had completely run out of strength, spread-eagled on the boxing ring without getting up again.
After a short while, a hand reached out from midair.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath, grabbed the hand, and used it to stand up.
His bare upper body, now soaked in sweat, didn't speak of bulkiness but the symmetrical and smooth muscle lines exuded a masculine charm just the same.
That a college student from a higher education institute could have such a physique was already commendable.
"You okay?"
Bai Haoran, wearing only a pair of sports shorts as well, got off the boxing ring and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Jiang Chen, who had been thoroughly beaten, shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Brother Bai, how come you're so good at boxing? Have you trained before?"
