*Everything in the story is neither fiction nor truth. It’s just someone’s whisper.
This is the story of a boxer.
I started boxing in middle school when I was fighting with bad friends. Because he had so many accidents, he often missed school, and was eventually expelled. My parents tried many different things with me and eventually sent me to a boxing gym.
“Go and fight as much as you want to fight.”
This is what my father said to me right before I entered the boxing gym. I cried out in joy. Now you don’t have to go to school, and you don’t have to ask for money after a fight. Isn’t this a place where you are praised if you fight well?
As soon as I entered the gym, a foul smell of sweat and hair paste stung my nose. The director and coach must have already received the news from my parents, so they changed me into gym clothes.
“You said you had a fight? Let’s take a look at your skills.”
I went straight into the ring. and… … I got beaten up by my youngest friend.
“There are a lot of guys who are better at fighting than you. “Exercise with humility.”
After coming to my senses, I devoted myself to exercising every single day. Fortunately, his skills gradually improved as he suited his aptitude, and he won championships in several competitions, starting with the National Sports Festival. After turning into a professional boxer, he also won titles in Asian competitions.
Exactly 10 years after I first entered the gym, I entered the world competition. However, perhaps because he was very nervous, he was unable to withstand the opponent’s fist for less than one round. Of course, the game ended just like that.
“Take a good rest. “You’ve been exercising non-stop all this time.”
The director said as he looked at me lying on the hospital bed. After that, my family, relatives, and colleagues who worked out with me said the same thing.
But I couldn’t rest. I had to beat the guy who knocked me down and win the world title. Because I wanted to make a lot of money and help my parents, who had suffered a lot because of me.
Not long after, I came out of the hospital and headed to the gym in the middle of the night. Even if I went to practice during the day, the director wouldn’t let me do it. I’m sure they’ll send me home to rest more and say I’m fine.
I worked out all night long, hitting the punching bag. Maybe it was because I was in the hospital, but my condition wasn’t back to normal at first, but after about a week, I was able to recover to my original state. Should I say that it is much lighter?
After about a month of secretly practicing, I felt like it was time to tell my family and the director. I can’t keep lying.
As I was hitting the punching bag with all my might and making a promise, the gym door clattered open. Did you hit the sandbag so hard that all the sound leaked out? I can’t get caught today… … I have to hide first.
Pot – The gymnasium’s fluorescent lights turned on. The drunk director and coach entered.
“Did you hear it, director? “I heard the sound of a punching bag just now.”
In response to the coach’s question, the director nodded and sighed.
“huh. “I heard.”
“Ha- these days, there’s an uproar about kids being scary. “Are there really ghosts in the gym?”
“There are ghosts. But there is no need to be afraid.”
“yes?”
The director clicked his tongue. Before he knew it, his eyes were turning red.
“You bastard… … . If you still can’t let go of your regrets… … .”
The director entered the gym ring without even taking off his shoes. Then, he placed a bottle of soju in front of a portrait of a player on the side.
“That’s enough. Take a good rest. “Don’t hit and fight in the sky.”
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