Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 839 - 606: Start Over

Heaven and Earth are the inns of all things, and generations are but transient visitors through time. The difference between life and death, the divergence between dreams and reality, is ultimate and unfathomable—it's better to revel in life's pleasures.

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"You can't even take one punch, and you think you're fit to practice boxing?!"

"Also, you're called Link, right? I'm warning you to stay away from Zhang Qin. You, a country bumpkin, don't deserve to pine after my woman."

"Damn it, did you hear what I said?"

Link only slowly came to his senses after being kicked.

This was an open-air athletic field, with banners in Chinese saying 'Sports make life better', 'Health first, starting with me', 'Strengthen the body, aim to succeed' hanging on the protective netting, with several sparrows hopping about on it.

A group of black-haired, black-eyed young people were playing soccer with vigor on the green field, their shouts incessant and lively.

On the opposite side on the hundred-meter track, another group of boys and girls were practicing hurdles.

At this moment, Link was sitting on the rubber track of the athletics field, feeling some pain in his nose bridge and uncertain if he was bleeding. His blue double star sports jacket and thighs both sported several footprints.

The owner of these footprints was a young man in a yellow Nike tracksuit, about twenty years old, with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, his right fist clenched with prominent biceps and deltoids, looking quite strong.

Standing next to the man was a woman of about the same age, dressed in an outdated dress, wearing rough makeup, with looks around six to seven out of ten. She was tugging at the young man's arm, trying to keep him from getting angry, occasionally glancing at Link with traces of apology and schadenfreude in her eyes.

Seeing all this, Link was still a bit confused; he didn't understand why he found himself here.

After Ivanka stepped down in 2036, just four years later, Link moved back to Washington, became America's top civil servant. During his term, he enacted several reforms, such as gun control, healthcare reform, regulation of Wall Street, withdrawal of overseas military forces, non-interference in foreign politics, and entering a honeymoon phase in relations with Huaxia, among others.

In his eight years in office, America saw stable growth in economy and technology, and various problems were addressed. But due to his range of reforms, he offended the interests of some forces, facing six assassination attempts over those eight years.

Luckily, he was physically fit, and he always recovered from injuries.

He retired from politics at sixty-five to focus on aerospace, becoming the person in charge of SpaceX and Blue Origin, investing nearly five trillion US dollars to establish colonies on Mars, Mercury, and Jupiter, making space travel a common mode of tourism.

The assets controlled by his family also reached a staggering twenty trillion dollars, growing at a rate of 15% per year.

At the age of 82, he ignored the persuasion of his descendants and immigrated to Mars, becoming one of the first permanent residents and the oldest among them.

At 98, while inspecting the surface of Pluto with a research team, he encountered an accident.

When he awoke, he found himself lying on the ground, being punched and kicked.

By assessing the gravity and the quality of the air, and the environment around him, he deduced that this was Earth. And from the memories slowly filling his mind, he knew this place was the No. 2 Athletic Stadium of Kyoto Sports University in Huaxia.

The young man across from him was named Liu Wei, a junior at the Sports Academy, practicing Sanda and boxing.

But Link, he was still Link.

Just like his life two generations ago, he was still from Huaxi City, Hundong Province, with similar family circumstances. He lived in a small town, with a father and a mother, and came from three generations of poor farmers.

The only difference was that in this life, due to his strength in his first year of high school, he was picked by the sports teacher to represent his school in the shot put event at the city sports meeting, where he broke the Huaxi City shot put record with a throw of 15.83 meters, which was only 0.8 meters short of the Hundong Province record, thereby becoming a national second-level athlete.

Instead of dropping out of high school to work in the West Mountain iron mines with his uncle.

During his senior year, he represented the city in the provincial sports meeting and refreshed his personal record in the shot put event, throwing 16.13 meters in the finals.

With his good results, he was admitted to the Kyoto University of Physical Education and Athletics, and became a university student majoring in sports.

18 years old, sophomore.

And the woman named Wang Qin, across from him, was his classmate. Because she was good-looking, fashionable, and had a cheerful personality, his predecessor had a bit of a crush on her.

About twenty minutes ago, the predecessor was running in the field when Wang Qin encountered him and asked him to go buy a cup of milk tea outside.

Coming from a small place, the predecessor had an introverted personality, was a bit dull and not good at socializing.

Hearing Wang Qin's requests, the predecessor didn't want to refuse and ran outside to buy the milk tea; when he returned, he saw Wang Qin and Liu Wei intimately together, laughing and joking.

When the former self handed the milk tea to Wang Qin, she waved her hand to refuse, clinging to Liu Wei's arm and mentioning she had a boyfriend.

Left holding the milk tea, his face flushed and he was at a loss of what to do, and then he was beaten up by Liu Wei.

Thinking clearly about the ins and outs of the situation.

Link couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing that his former self, once a tycoon worth tens of trillions of US Dollars, the founder and major shareholder of bases on Mars, Saturn, and Jupiter, a man with a myriad of illegitimate children, was now being bullied by an ordinary young couple.

He hadn't experienced this in a long time, it felt novel and amusing.

"Fuck, you dare laugh at this?!"

Liu Wei clenched his fists, ready to strike again.

"Brother Wei, stop hitting him. I only like you and won't like someone else. Didn't you say you want to go for the Boxing Championship Selection? Conserve your strength, don't waste it here."

The girl persuaded.

"Hmph! Beating a punching bag like him doesn't take any effort at all."

Liu Wei looked at Link with disdain, then reached into the girl's clothes for a touch, and then walked past him, arm in arm with her, looking triumphant.

Link shrugged, still with an inexplicable smile on his face. Being bullied is usually infuriating, but to someone who has experienced too much like him, it's not easy to get angry, not even feeling wronged.

Link helplessly sighed, stood up and brushed the footprints off his body, and started to rethink the events that had happened to him.

He couldn't understand why he was here, nor why the circumstances of this life were different from the previous one. Parallel universes? Gods? Or something else.

Also, how to live a renewed life so it doesn't go to waste?

The more he thought about it, the more his head spun.

He decided to take a break for a few days first.

"Classmate, do you need a tissue?"

Three pale fingers held out several scented tissues to him.

"Thank you!"

Link took the tissues and wiped his nose, spotting a bit of blood on the white tissue. He took the opportunity to look at the female good samaritan, a tall girl.

About the same height as Taylor and Ivanka, roughly 182 centimeters, wearing hurdle training shorts, with a pair of long, fair legs over 110 centimeters.

Generally speaking, girls with such leg length and height who train frequently are usually not very pretty.

But the girl before him defied his expectations with her round ovular face, shallow dimples, sweet looks, somewhat reminiscent of a Miss World surnamed Zhang, though too much time had passed and his mind was too cluttered to recall her name instantly.

"You're welcome!"

The girl smiled lightly, put on her jacket, and walked away with her companions.

Link picked up the milk tea placed on the steps and took a sip. Bubble milk tea, something he hadn't drunk for decades, and it didn't taste bad.

He just remembered that this milk tea had almost depleted his pocket money. Now, he couldn't even afford a haircut or a new piece of clothing.

Link felt very helpless; once a man worth tens of trillions, with several planetary bases, he was now penniless in the blink of an eye, an overwhelming contrast.

Walking on, he suddenly saw a banner hanging on the opposite gym wall: 2003 National Boxing Championship - Kyoto Selection Matchpoint, competition dates from May 28 to May 31.

Many young men and women entered the gym in groups, with waves of shouting echoing from inside.

"Boxing Championship?"

Link stopped his footsteps, glancing at the banner, knowing that national boxing championships, like the Golden Gloves Tournament in the United States, were the proving grounds for picking boxing talents. Fighters like Zou Gang, Zhang Zhilei, Zou Shiming, Zhang Xiaoping, and others had all made their names from the national championships.

Link stretched his legs and feet, feeling no problems, then turned and walked into the Gym No. 3.