Whose youth is not frivolous, whose youth is not sad? Life asks me to walk on my knees, but I insist on standing. I never bully others, but people always bully me. In this case, I am hot-blooded and frivolous, so that all those who bully me will be trampled under my feet. My fists are my support, and my legs are my ultimate move. Life is an endless fight. Defeating the opponent in front of you is the goal. Swift moves are like artistic dance.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
