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The American TV series "Four-Round Boxing Champion Starts with Shameless"
Author: One or two bowls, just enough for three or four cups
Synopsis: My punch carries the power of four hundred pounds of flesh and blood. Can you withstand it?
A fat man awakens his inner wisdom, a sledgehammer wielder is reborn, possessing a inferior version of steel bones and a steel kidney, and a body that absorbs energy rapidly. Facing bullying at school, unfair treatment of Chinese Americans, the 'freedom' of American society, and the 'modern' society dominated by money, Victor embarks on the path to becoming a boxing champion.
It was on this path that Victor discovered the world was a complete Frankenstein's monster:
Are all the boxing champions from different eras grouped into one era?
The bankrupt sisters were actually classmates?
Shameless people actually existed in the 1980s?
News editors' friends, politicians' festering darkness, Rocky with his invincible cheat code fighting a blond boxing champion, the deadly drug lawyer, the two brothers who escaped from prison, the sassy or gold-clad lawyer... The King of Four is not afraid of any of them!
Please note: This is a sports article that blends elements of American TV shows, crime, and action, and is not a fantasy superhero story.
The main American TV series that were stitched together include "Shameless", "2 Broke Girls", "Chicago PD" and so on.
Chapter 1: The Neckless Boy - One Punch, One Kid
1. This book is full of twists and turns, both exciting and suspenseful. It is not overly cool or flashy and is not recommended for colonists to read. If you want to read it, please clean your mind first and put it in your pocket. Passengers, please note that we are about to start our journey.
2. The author's updates are guaranteed. There is "The Dark Iron Blood Chronicles of the American TV Series" (that account was banned) and "The Light Sphere of Astartes". It is the same style as always. I hope you will like it (if you like it, please give it a thumbs up and some recommendations and flowers. I would be very grateful). Please leave more book reviews and give me your advice.
3. The protagonist accidentally enters the world of professional boxing, and there will be American sitcoms like "Shameless" and "2 Broke Girls" in the story. The protagonist only has one female lead at any given time.
4. A brief introduction to American professional boxing:
(1) Weight classes in American professional boxing (17 major weight classes)
Miniweight: 105 lbs (weight limit, one pound is approximately 0.9 catties); Light Miniweight: 108 lbs; Mini Flyweight: 105 lbs; Super Flyweight: 108 lbs; Flyweight: 112 lbs; Super Flyweight: 115 lbs; Lightweight: 118 lbs; Super Lightweight: 122 lbs; Featherweight: 126 lbs; Super Featherweight: 130 lbs; Lightweight: 135 lbs; Super Lightweight: 140 lbs; Welterweight: 147 lbs; Super Welterweight: 154 lbs; Middleweight: 160 lbs; Super Middleweight: 168 lbs; Light Heavyweight: 175 lbs; Super Heavyweight: 200 lbs (Note: WBC used to set it at 224 lbs, now it's standardized at 200 lbs); Heavyweight: No upper limit (boxers usually weigh over 200 lbs).
(2) Related events:
The Big Four (these organizations are not the events themselves, but they promote the development of professional boxing through rankings and certified championship titles):
WBC (World Boxing Council): The oldest, with the iconic green belt;
WBA (World Boxing Association): The oldest organization, its titles, such as "Super Champion," have become controversial due to their complexity.
IBF (International Boxing Federation): Known for its strict enforcement of the rules (such as mandatory title defense);
WBO (World Boxing Organization): Founded in 1988, it is now widely recognized as the fourth largest organization—all boxing organizations in this book will be traced back to their founding in 80;
Li Shengli felt extreme pain.
It was a pain that seeped from the bone marrow, as if someone were using a blunt instrument to slowly break his bones inch by inch, and then using sandpaper to grind his nerve endings.
Every inch of skin was screaming, every muscle was twitching.
Even more terrifying was the strange heaviness that accompanied the pain—as if his body was no longer the lean, powerful shell he knew, but rather stuffed into a leather bag filled with wet sand.
And it's very noisy.
The harsh laughter, the dull thuds of fists and shoes hitting flesh, and his own heavy, bellows-like breathing echoed in his ears.
These sounds blended together, creating a dizzying noise storm.
Further away, there could be the sounds of dripping faucets, the clanging of metal, the creaking of metal doors, and the scraping of something heavy being dragged.
I didn't sleep well last night. A bottle of Niulanshan shampoo should have helped me sleep well—but now it seems like the fifteen yuan was wasted!
This thought flashed through Lee Seung-ri's muddled mind.
He remembered that he was in the construction site dormitory, drinking the last bottle of liquor hidden under his brother's bed to relieve the muscle soreness from three consecutive days of overtime work.
But now...
I felt extremely painful as soon as I woke up, and crackling sounds accompanied the pain.
That wasn't an ordinary sound; it was the cracking sound of a shoe tip hitting ribs, the crisp echo of a hand slapping against the cheek.
The pain surged in waves, and every breath tasted of rust.
"屮·····!"
Lee Seungri wanted to curse, but found his lips were swollen like two sausages, and he could only utter indistinct mumbles.
When Li Shengli opened his eyes, he found a group of foreigners—red-haired and yellow-haired men—surrounding him and punching and kicking him. No wonder he was in so much pain.
Sunlight streamed in through the high-mounted skylight in the toilet, casting dappled shadows on the dirty tile floor.
He huddled in the corner, his back pressed against the cold wall, as six white teenagers dressed in strange, loose clothing took turns assaulting him.
"Yellow-skinned pig!"
A tall, thin man with dyed green hair kicked and cursed as he walked. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a skull print and his nose ring gleamed in the sunlight.
"Fatty!"
Another freckled, red-haired boy grabbed Lee Seungri's hair and slammed his head against the wall, yelling, "Look at your fat body, it's disgusting!"
What shocked Lee Seung-ri the most was that he could actually understand these insults—although the accent was strange, they were indeed in English.
What's even stranger is that these words automatically translated into Chinese meaning in his mind, just like a foreign movie with subtitles that he had watched his whole life suddenly turned into his native language dialogue.
Can you see your own bottom shell?
A blonde girl with a lip ring squeaked, poking her black-nailed finger at Lee Seungri's protruding belly. "Oh wait, I forgot your belly is covering it up!"
Li Shengli was furious, and without considering the consequences or how he could understand English, he acted recklessly.
The muscle memory from six years of wielding a sledgehammer on construction sites instantly resurfaced. He grabbed the arm of the nearest blond-haired kid—the same red-haired, freckled man who had pulled his hair—and flipped him over, slamming him to the ground.
With a ripping sound, Li Shengli tore off half of the other person's hair, along with a piece of bloody scalp.
The boy let out a pig-like scream, and blood immediately gushed from his head, flowing down his pale cheeks onto the floor.
He then threw a punch, ignoring the vulnerable attacks from the side.
Li Shengli's fist struck Huang Mao's face with the precision of a sledgehammer on a construction site, instantly smashing Huang Mao's nose.
Blood and snot spurted out together, with a few drops even landing on the mirror in the sink three meters away.
"Holy shit!"
The green-haired boy gasped and backed away, his arrogance instantly turning into fear.
Then he swung his arms left and right, forcing the two or three people back.
Lee Seungri was amazed by the power of his new body—although he was fat and clumsy, his muscle mass was astonishing, and every swing of his arm was accompanied by a whistling sound.
A skinny kid who tried to sneak up from the side was elbowed in the chest and crashed into a toilet stall, knocking over the toilet brush and bucket.
He then grabbed a large, dark-skinned man by the neck, enduring the beating from two or three others.
The Black student, who was taller than everyone else, was being pulled over by Lee Seung-ri like a little chick.
Three punches landed on the big black man's face, knocking him unconscious.
With each punch, Li Shengli could feel the deformation of his opponent's cheekbone under his knuckles.
The remaining people saw this and ran away as fast as they could.
The green-haired boy tripped at the door and his knee hit the ground hard, but he ignored the pain and crawled out of the toilet on his hands and feet.
The girl with the lip ring ran the fastest and was long gone—what a pity, that pretty face only needed one punch to make her value plummet to $5 a time.
Li Shengli was panting heavily, sweat rolling down his swollen, beaten face, mixing with blood.
He looked down at his trembling hands—hands that were a size larger than his original ones, with thick knuckles and bruises and old wounds on the back of his hands.
Li Shengli spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the face of the unconscious blond-haired man. He stood up unsteadily and suddenly realized a terrible truth:
This is not his body.
Turning my head, I saw through the toilet glass a huge, neckless fat man with a face covered in bruises.
Round face, bear neck, door-like back, thick limbs, bumblebee belly, elephant legs.
The stranger in the mirror was wearing a ripped dark blue hoodie with the words 'Brooklyn Tech' printed on it, and jeans that were about to burst.
"Holy crap! Is this really me, who's 1.7 meters tall and weighs 72 kilograms?"
Lee Seungri subconsciously touched his face, and the fat man in the mirror did the same.
He then noticed that his hair was black, but mixed with a few strands of deliberately bleached gold, and there was a small scar on his left ear.
A sudden, intense headache struck, and Li Shengli staggered, grabbing the sink for support.
Fragments of fragmented memories flashed by like a revolving lantern:
An Asian boy was shoved in the classroom, his lunch tray was deliberately overturned, and his locker was stuffed with insulting notes... 'Chink,' 'Fatty,' 'Go back to China'... these words echoed in his mind along with sharp laughter.
"Fuck..."
Lee Shengli groaned, and this time he clearly heard himself speaking fluent American English with a distinctive Chicago accent.
The next moment, the security guard's shouts came from outside the door, and the static noise of the walkie-talkie and heavy footsteps grew closer.
There were also noises coming from inside the toilet. Li Shengli turned his head to look at the innermost stall behind him and saw a short white man and a tall black man throwing a large bag out of the window.
The bag looked unusually heavy, and it made a dull thud when it hit the ground, along with the sound of metal scraping against metal.
The Black man stood still, his face bearing a chilling indifference.
The short, white man with dreadlocks climbed out of the window, turning back to Lee Seung-ri before leaving and saying:
"You fat pig, if you dare tell anyone, I'll kill you!"
His voice was very soft, yet it pierced the eardrums like a venomous snake.
It's even more annoying!
Lee Seungri was furious and was about to punch them twice—because Lee Seungri believed they were also bullies.
But as he took his first step, a dizzying sensation washed over him.
Black spots began to appear at the edge of his vision, and a sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears.
The black student's indifferent face split and overlapped before his eyes, finally turning into a blurry gray.
Suddenly, it felt like an electric current pierced through his mind, and Li Shengli instantly collapsed to the ground with a thud, without even making a thud—he had so much fat.