1998: I'm Not a Talented Boxer

Liu Shisan was reborn and returned to the days when he was still moving bricks on the construction site in 1998. My father was a taciturn man with a scar on his face, and was called "Liu Mute" by his co-workers. After his father passed away in his previous life, he saw a yellowed newspaper among his belongings: "1975 Northern District Middleweight Boxing Champion—Liu Kaishan." Why did the once dazzling Northern Boxing Champion in the ring become a middle-aged man with a gradually curving back on the construction site? Liu Shisan didn't understand how much heartache, blood and tears his father buried behind his secret. "Dad, I want to learn boxing." My father was silent for a long time, his smoking hand shaking a little: "You don't have the talent to endure this hardship." Liu Shisan smiled: "Then let's try and see if I fall first or if fate bows down first." Start with sandbags from an old warehouse on the construction site. It started with a punch at 4:30 in the morning. This is not a story about a genius emerging out of nowhere. This is a young man soaking his hands with sweat, punching one after another in the cracks of reinforced concrete... A story about paving a way for himself and his father.