Bab 54: Chapter 54: A Major Event at the Boxing Gym
Bang!
At noon, a shocking incident occurred at Alvin's Boxing Gym.
During a sparring match, Richard was unexpectedly knocked down by Paul.
"Oh! My! God!"
Paul was dumbfounded. Since when did I become this strong?
Alvin was also in disbelief.
Richard sat on the ground, his handsome face flushed with embarrassment. This was too humiliating. How did my legs give out like that?
"Richard, what happened?" Alvin asked, his face dark.
"Haha~ No need to ask, my punches must have gotten stronger! Hahaha, I finally defeated Richard," Paul said, raising his arms and laughing loudly.
"Shut up!" Alvin glared at him and then turned his gaze back to Richard. "You've been distracted during training lately, leaving an hour earlier in the afternoon than usual. I told you to focus on preparing for the competition and put other things aside. What exactly have you been doing?"
"Nothing much, just some personal matters," Richard said, scratching his face, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Personal matters? What kind of personal matters could make your legs give out?" Alvin frowned.
"Haha, I know!" Paul suddenly shouted. "I overheard Susan at the bar saying that Richard has been spending every night at Bundchen's place lately, maybe even with Angela. Think about it, Alvin. He's been dealing with two beauties every night for over a week without rest. How could his legs not give out?"
"..."
Alvin's face darkened, and he looked coldly at Paul before snorting and leaving the ring.
"..."
Richard's face alternated between red and black. Although Paul was talking nonsense, he wasn't entirely wrong.
Ever since New Year's Eve, when he and Bundchen finally got together, they'd been inseparable every night. The pleasure was indescribable.
He used to think his physical condition was excellent and that his recovery ability was beyond average, so a little extra night-time activity shouldn't be a problem.
But today, there was indeed an issue. He thought he could hold his ground earlier, but his coordination was slightly delayed, causing him to fall unexpectedly.
"Hey! Richard, we're both in good shape today. How about we have a proper match? I think I can win," Paul said excitedly, bumping his fists together.
Richard gave him a sideways glance and left the ring with his hands behind his back.
"Running away because you can't win, Richard? I never thought I'd see the day, hahaha~" Paul laughed loudly on the ring.
Richard shook his head, planning to deal with him later. He looked around the gym for Alvin but couldn't find him. After asking a student, he found Alvin sitting by the lake in the youth park outside the training facility.
The old man was sitting there quietly, smoking a cigarette, looking worried.
"Alvin, I was wrong," Richard said.
Alvin sighed, "Sit down and let's talk."
Richard sat on the steps. "Alvin, I've been spending more time at Bundchen's place this week. I didn't realize it would have such a big impact."
"Humph, a person's body is like a highly sophisticated machine, and an athlete's body is even more precise. Everything is interconnected, and if one part has an issue, it affects everything else. Doing that kind of activity increases the strain on your back and leg muscles. The more frequently you do it, the greater the strain. If you don't understand moderation, the minor issues you ignore will become the fuse for your failure. If you still want to become a boxing champion, you should know what to do at this critical moment," Alvin said sternly.
Richard nodded. "I understand."
"Alright, go on then. Eat more lamb, nuts, and oysters. I've heard that Chinese restaurants have dishes that are good for the kidneys. You could try them," Alvin suggested.
"Got it!" Richard smiled and went back to the gym's office.
He took out his phone, thinking of discussing with Bundchen about canceling their night-time activities until the first round of the competition was over. But the thought of leaving her fiery body made it hard for him to decide.
Yet, for the championship, for money and fame, and for their future together, he had to be firm.
Ding-dong~
Just as he was about to send a message, his phone received a text. It was from Bundchen: "Darling, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"What is it?" Richard asked curiously.
"Can we put our night-time activities on hold for a while?" Bundchen asked.
Seeing this message, Richard was stunned for a moment. Was this telepathy?
"Why?" he asked.
"Humph, it's your fault for staying up late every night. It's affecting my rest. Today at the fashion rehearsal, I almost tripped on the catwalk, which has never happened before. My walk used to be powerful and imposing, but it's lost a lot of its vigor these past few days. My agent scolded me," Bundchen said, a bit aggrieved.
"It's my fault. I didn't realize it would have such an impact."
"It's not just your fault. I didn't know either. We need to be more careful in the future and not let this affect our work. You have a boxing match coming up, and overdoing it isn't good," Bundchen said.
"How about we cut it down to a couple of times a week? You decide how to schedule it," Richard suggested.
"Emm~ How about twice a week, on Fridays and Saturdays? If you have a match or I have a show, we can postpone it and make up for it later. How does that sound?"
"Perfect arrangement. I agree!" Richard smiled.
"Then it's settled," Bundchen said, smiling as she put down her phone.
"What are you so happy about?" Angela asked, patting her shoulder.
"What are you doing? You scared me," Bundchen said, giving her a glare.
"Feeling guilty?" Angela teased, handing her a cup. "What happened today? You almost messed up."
"Didn't get enough rest," Bundchen yawned.
"Really? I told you not to stick together every day. Now look, are your legs feeling weak?" Angela said with a laugh.
"No, just didn't rest well," Bundchen blushed.
"Still in denial? Look at your legs; they're almost bowing out."
"Bowing out?!" Bundchen stood up in shock, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her long legs, wrapped in straight-cut jeans, were still long and straight. She took a few steps, and there was no bowing.
"Haha, guilty conscience!" Angela laughed, covering her mouth.
"Angela, you're so mean," Bundchen said, her face turning even redder.
Angela smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Is that lecher Richard coming over tonight?"
"No, we're taking a break."
"That's great. I can finally go home and sleep."
"You can go home whenever you want. No one's stopping you."
"Humph, you hypocrite. Last time, I accidentally stayed over, and you two made so much noise playing your games. One minute it was 'I'm dying,' the next 'help me,' like it was a crime scene. How was I supposed to sleep?"
"You... You're lying. We weren't that loud."
"Don't believe me? Should I record it for you next time?"
"No, we have to get on stage now. Let's go."
Bundchen stood up, dragging Angela to the runway.
Boom-tsk~ boom-tsk~ boom-tsk~
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(End of this chapter)
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