I'm In Love With the Guy I Grew Up With-Chapter 778 Hello

Chapter 778: Chapter 778 Hello
Sweat covered his forehead and eyelids, blurring his vision. Qiao Nancheng raised his hand to wipe it away, but this simple motion tugged at countless wounds on his body, making his bones creak.
His opponent was a man roughly two meters tall, his body rippling with muscles. Qiao Nancheng recognized him. He was a former Boxing King of the professional boxing league who, because of doping, had ruined his entire career and now made a living through underground fights.
The opponent looked down on him as if gazing at a weak ant.
A fierce punch swung through the air and smacked into Qiao Nancheng’s jaw!
Crazy cheers erupted from the audience, the noise chaotic.
Just when everyone thought Qiao Nancheng was surely defeated, he struck at a tricky angle towards his opponent’s abdomen...
The two men fought like the beasts of the ancient Roman colosseum!
With only a sliver of strength remaining that was draining away rapidly, in that instant, Qiao Nancheng’s heart was as still as water.
Well, this is as far as I go.
Perhaps death was indeed the greatest release for him.
Even if he won this match, there would always be another.
Tonight, the biggest bet in the gambling den was his life.
If he died, the den would make a killing, which should be enough to pay off Grandfather Qiao’s debt.
Qiao Nancheng thought absentmindedly.
Caught off-guard, he was brought down again, his face pressed to the floor and a roundhouse punch slammed into the back of his head!
Overwhelmed by a powerful dizzy sensation, Qiao Nancheng stopped struggling altogether, letting his opponent carve him up like a fish on a chopping board.
He felt as if he couldn’t feel the pain at all; surprisingly, the image of Ning Xixi floated into his mind.
The first time he formally met her was on the first day of junior high.
Grandfather Qiao had brought him to the Ning Family, describing him as if he were a piece of merchandise, "He’s one of the children I’ve adopted. Trained from a young age, he has excellent skills and is around the same age as Miss Ning. There is no one more suitable to protect her at school. Besides, his blood type is the same as Miss Ning’s, so if there is ever an emergency, his blood can be transfused to her..."
Ning Jingshen recalled the car accident when indeed it was Qiao Nancheng’s blood that saved Ning Xixi, and he slightly nodded his assent, "Alright then, let him follow Xixi. Wang Ma, call Xixi down."
"Yes, sir, please wait a moment."
Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from the stairwell, and Qiao Nancheng curiously looked over.
That day, Ning Xixi had just woken up, dressed in a pink and white nightgown, rubbing her shiny black eyes as she walked down the stairs.
Her childish face still bore baby fat, features delicate and bright, prettier than any other girl Qiao Nancheng had ever seen.
Qiao Nancheng was momentarily captivated.
He vaguely heard Ning Jingshen introduce Ning Xixi, and then her star-like eyes met his.
She scrutinized him for a moment, tilted her little head, and smiled brightly, "Hello there."
But he only nodded hastily, not uttering a word.
For some reason, Qiao Nancheng who had long grown accustomed to his stutter and the taunts from others since childhood, chose to mask it in front of Ning Xixi.
He was so afraid that she would dislike him.
Just like every other person in the world who disliked him.
...
"Kill him! Kill! Smash his head! Smash his head!" the gambling den was filled with various throat-wrenching shouts, yet a single clear voice pierced through all the noise, reaching Qiao Nancheng’s ears: "Qiaoqiao!"
Barely clinging to life, Qiao Nancheng lifted his gaze towards the source of that voice...