Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 212

Kim Donghu is an irreplaceable talent in Korean boxing.

At just 20 years old, he won the Olympic gold medal in the heavyweight division.

Then, just two years later, he claimed the gold in the heavyweight division at the Asian Games.

The time it took him to achieve this? Less than 12 minutes.

There had never been a boxer in history who delivered a performance like that.

So, when Kim Donghu announced that he would hold an intensive training camp for athletes,

active boxing players were filled with immense expectations.

They didn’t expect anything extraordinary.

They just wanted to experience it for themselves.

How high is the bar of the world they should aim for?

How strong is the strongest human being at this point in time?

They wanted to experience that strength firsthand.

But...

"Ugh!"

I never imagined I’d experience it so quickly.

And so directly.

"Your breathing is weak when you’re hit. If this were serious, you would’ve been down by now."

"...Ugh, gasp, thank you."

"If it’s too much, you can stop anytime."

"No! I must finish the first round! I must!"

This was a golden opportunity.

I absolutely couldn’t miss it.

With that thought, Park Ji-hong clenched his mouthpiece tightly.

‘This is 50%?’

I’d trained my abdomen well, and I’d never been knocked down by a body shot.

But I never thought I’d experience it during training.

And in a sparring session where the opponent was only giving 50%.

It didn’t feel humiliating.

It was actually thrilling.

This was what the world’s strongest looked like right now.

And I had the chance to be in a camp with that strongest.

I was ecstatic.

‘But this pressure... it feels like I’m facing a wild beast.’

Park Ji-hong stared at Kim Donghu’s eyes, surprised.

Is this really the atmosphere that a human can give off?

A form that seemed like it was forcibly woven from untamed lines.

A punch that could send anyone flying no matter where it landed.

Still, Kim Donghu faced his opponent with a calm demeanor and not a single change in expression.

All these things stacked up, creating an overwhelming sense of fear.

And the most frightening of them all was his breathing.

Even though less than a minute had passed.

‘I’m struggling so much, but he’s so composed.’

Compared to my own panting, Kim Donghu was perfectly fine.

The pressure that came from that was beyond imagination.

Was he never going to tire?

Am I just wasting my energy?

Why am I even doing this, knowing I can’t win?

Even though I knew this was just sparring,

even though I understood it was a light match,

the thought kept gnawing at me like shackles.

"Your feet have stopped. This is dangerous."

And, as if not to miss that opening,

Kim Donghu’s fist landed on my abdomen once again.

Thud!

It felt like a punch he had purposely thrown lightly, but the shock went straight to my internal organs.

"Huff!"

Unable to endure the pain, I gasped for air, and in my blurred vision, I saw other athletes barely breathing outside the ring.

Including myself, there were 20 people, and it took about 30 minutes for everyone to be cleaned up.

‘...But this isn’t the end, and I still have to do this for another 7 and a half hours?’

And I had to keep doing this for three months?

‘Just... just kill me.’

With that final thought, Park Ji-hong collapsed and closed his eyes.

It was time for a sweet rest.

***

From mid-September, Kim Donghu’s boxing intensive training camp began.

He had jumped straight into it, with no time for advertising after winning the gold medal.

The public was extremely interested.

Some even said that South Korea might become a boxing powerhouse.

Of course, news spread, and YouTube was buzzing about it for a while.

It became a topic most people were familiar with.

"...Oppa, you’re so busy."

Kim Donghu’s 6-year-old sister, Kim Seohyun, had realized this as well.

Being sharp for her age was both a blessing and a curse.

She could quickly gauge the surrounding situation,

which meant she could predict her future to some extent.

"Heeeing..."

The camp was supposed to last about three months,

and even if it was generously scheduled, it would last until the end of December.

The kindergarten performance would be on December 24th.

"Huuuheeing..."

There was an 80% chance she wouldn’t be able to make it!

"But I’m playing the princess."

She had worked so hard to get the princess role.

She memorized her lines perfectly, studied acting, and even watched princess animations to refine her elegant movements.

She even started playing with dolls, pretending to be a princess!

But if her brother didn’t come to see her, all that effort would feel pointless.

"Ugh...!"

Kim Seohyun struggled to hold back her tears.

But then...

"Huhhh...!"

She almost let it all out.

Eventually, she switched her thinking, deciding it was better to cry now.

For about three hours,

Seohyun cried herself out, her eyes swollen, and then made a resolution.

"It’s okay, even if Oppa doesn’t come! I’m a princess!"

No matter what happened, she promised not to cry again.

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Although she knew it was impossible not to, she would try her best.

And this thought stayed with her...

"Hiccup..."

"Seohyun, should we just contact Oppa and ask him to come?"

As soon as December 24th arrived, it was like nothing had happened.

"Huh... Is it really okay?"

No matter how bravely she spoke, her eyes still welled up.

Then, exactly 5 minutes before the play started,

just as the tears were about to fall...

"Our princess is here."

"Oppa?!"

Her brother appeared at the perfect moment.