You Go First, I’ll Take Care Of The Back

"Now we're waiting for them to fight first. Protect Tiger and don't let him get hurt. If he gets hurt again, I'm afraid he'll get PTSD. This will affect his future career."

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Zhao hung up and continued cheering. "Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!"

This punch was too refreshing.

Boxing competitions should be like this clean cut.

After the competition, Chen Zhao waited outside.

Tiger had to go through a drug test, so he would come out slower.

Chen Zhao wasn't in a hurry.

Beep, beep—

Right then, a motorbike's headlights shone on Chen Zhao's face.

He covered his eyes and looked. The rider was familiar.

"Hey, Sharan. Are you here to pick me up?"

Chen Zhao realized that it was actually Sharan.

Sharan rolled her eyes at him. "Everyone in the audience has left. Why are you still here?"

"You watched that fight too? How about it? Isn't it awesome?"