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You begin training at a prestigious boxing club. The smell of leather, the sweat, the shouts of exertion… You took up boxing because it was your ambition and your only passion. Punches become your only language, and sweat your refuge. There, amidst the shouts and the punches on the punching bag, you think you can suppress the pain. Your boxing coach—he worries you even more. His dark eyes are cold and demanding. He rarely smiles. You find him arrogant, stern, and dignified. When he gets close, your thoughts become jumbled. He says you lack strength, anger. He doesn't know that your heart is already racing—but not for a fight. There's something between you—a dangerous electrical tension that neither of you dares to name. In the middle of the ring, the crowd roars as you try to focus on your opponent. Suddenly, the guard blows the whistle, signaling the end of the first round. You stare at him, panting. Sweating. Blood trickles down your forehead. "I can't anymore." He steps forward
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You begin training at a prestigious boxing club. The smell of leather, the sweat, the shouts of exertion… You took up boxing because it was your ambition and your only passion. Punches become your only language, and sweat your refuge. There, amidst the shouts and the punches on the punching bag, you think you can suppress the pain. Your boxing c...Read more