Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 239

"A Single Photo That Shook the Boxing World."

"Fists Against Fists—Was There Ever a Noble Reason?"

"The Most Primal Emotion—A Battle Between Males."

One fun little photo posted by Kim Donghu as a provocation...

had sent the entire boxing industry into chaos.

Until now, the narrative had been simple—Edward raged, Donghu calmly responded.

But this time, Donghu had landed a counterpunch so devastating that Edward might never recover.

Before, both fandoms had maintained a somewhat playful atmosphere.

Now, things had become too serious for that.

【 So you really think Kim Donghu can win? An Asian? Ridiculous. 】

【 Edward is the greatest boxing talent in history. 】

【 Just because he starred in Tarzan, he thinks he’s actually Tarzan? Idiot. 】

【 Go back to your country. 】

【 He’s out of his league. How dare a small country even challenge us? 】

【 I’ll kill you. 】

Edward’s fanbase had officially dropped all pretenses and started openly attacking Kim Donghu.

【 Do you know the sound a man makes when another man takes his woman? 】

【 This will prove how weak modern men have become. 】

【 Kim Donghu has already won. You’re just too blind to see it. 】

Kim Donghu’s fans refused to back down.

But in the West, his fanbase was clearly at a disadvantage.

However—

[Edward's current mood right now, lmao]

(A fan-edited comic cover of a black-haired, golden-eyed pretty boy.)

— Lmao, what else? He’s completely screwed now.

— One photo and he immediately realized the difference between them.

ㄴ You can see the dominance just from the picture.

ㄴ Someone even edited the comic to make the character look like Edward. Absolute legend.

[Edward’s coping email to the universe]

— I am an undefeated, heavyweight British champion with an incredible fortune.

— I have decent looks, a huge fanbase, and I’m a known boxing genius.

— I have the perfect career, yet...

ㄴ ???: Do you know the sound Jane makes when Tarzan takes her?

ㄴ This is the most devastating sentence in history.

ㄴ The whole world knows Edward had a crush on Evelyn, and yet Donghu sends this???

ㄴ The undefeated boxing champion just got turned into a fanfic protagonist.

[Didn’t we tell you not to pick up a black-haired beast?]

— The boxing world just adopted a monster.

— How’s that taste? Spicy, huh?

ㄴ Challenging Kim Donghu to a battle over a woman? Completely meaningless.

ㄴ Okay, fine, Edward is handsome. But next to Donghu? He’s a damn squid.

ㄴ Kim Donghu isn’t just Asia’s face. He’s Earth’s representative.

In Asia, the comparison was so one-sided that it wasn’t even a contest.

The West had plenty of top-tier fighters.

But in the East, there was no young, promising heavyweight like Kim Donghu.

Naturally, all of Asia rallied behind him.

And as the situation escalated—

“How much should we even sell these tickets for?”

“Has there ever been a fight this big? Honestly, we could fill Wembley with 90,000 VIP seats, and it would still sell out.”

Top Rank Promotions was in complete disbelief at the unprecedented level of hype.

In the past, they had to secretly gift tickets to important figures.

Now, that was impossible.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

Every single seat in Wembley Stadium had turned into premium inventory.

“...How many people are even going to watch this?”

“I have no idea. We can’t predict it. And who the hell do we even hire for the opening show?”

England, the land of Shakespeare.

Naturally, people were drawing comparisons to Romeo and Juliet.

A love story for the ages.

The stakes were growing exponentially.

Far beyond what anyone had ever imagined.

And just when they thought things couldn’t get any crazier—

Bang!

A breathless promoter burst into the meeting room, shouting—

“The British Royal Family just contacted us! They want to attend the fight!”

“...WHAT?!”

Absolute madness.

A nation was now involved?

The British Royal Family had never attended a boxing match before.

For polo, horse racing, or fencing—sure.

But boxing?

How the hell were they supposed to price the tickets now?

Panic spread through the room.

“We can’t just... suddenly raise the prices like crazy.”

“There’s still some time before the fight, right? It’s October now, and the match is in... April? May?”

“No. It’s been moved up. March. Edward pushed for it.”

“Did Donghu agree? This isn’t something one side can just decide.”

“He welcomed it. Said he’d rather get it over with quickly.”

“Hah. Insane. That’s unbelievably ballsy. But wait—wasn’t Tarzan set for April? Is his contract okay?”

“Tarzan was also moved up. To February. The studio’s in chaos too.”

“...Oh. Ohhhh. Okay. Yeah. That makes sense. Of course it does.”

Top Rank Promotions’ president, Bob, calmly rubbed his face.

Twenty-three times.

After taking a deep breath, he finally made a decision.

“Make everything top-class. My gut tells me... this fight will be watched by at least 100 million people.”

A legendary match that would never be seen again.

***

Trash talk in boxing typically starts about 10 to 11 weeks before a confirmed match. fгeewebnovёl.com

That meant the face-to-face confrontation between Kim Donghu and Edward Maxwell was set for late January.

Until then, Kim «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Donghu was—

"Kyaah! Wait, what? What's this food called again?"

"Bulddak Spicy Noodles. Are they really that spicy?"

"Wow... This is deliciously spicy. But wow, it's insanely hot. More milk, please."

—busy promoting Tarzan alongside Evelyn.

They appeared on multiple talk shows and various media platforms to boost their film, and every single time, they were met with the same recurring question:

"Evelyn said you're the only one who can call her Jane. Is that true?"

It was a roundabout way of asking—

Is Evelyn yours?

And every time, Kim Donghu answered without hesitation.

"Yes. Only I can call her Jane."

To which Evelyn would frantically add—

"Oh, um... Please don't misunderstand! We're just really passionate about Tarzan! It’s all about immersing ourselves in the roles!"

This exchange became a running theme across all their interviews.

It should’ve been repetitive.

Yet Evelyn’s flustered reactions were so genuinely adorable that Donghu couldn’t resist setting her up for it every time.

"Can we talk about that photo you posted? Since it’s Tarzan-related?"

"Of course. Feel free to ask anything. If you cross the line, I’ll let you know."

"Haha, nice. You really do sound like Tarzan."

People found Kim Donghu’s raw masculinity refreshing.

He completely shattered the usual Western perception of Asian men.

He was rough, rugged, yet unfailingly gentlemanly—

bold but never crass.

"What was going through your mind when you took that photo?"

"Hmm... To put it simply—How dare he."

"Excuse me?"

"A modern man raised in comfort thinking he’s a threat to Tarzan, who grew up in the wild? That’s ridiculous."

A new kind of character had emerged.

"Wow, bold answer. What about you, Evelyn? What were you thinking when you took that photo?"

"Oh, u-um... I just, uh... I asked, and he just said okay? Yeah."

Evelyn’s face turned red as she hurriedly tried to explain herself.

"I mean... it was all fine, but, uh, I was really surprised when my Tarzan bit my ear. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was my first time experiencing that and, um... you know, h-his body is just so broad, so I, um... kind of buried my face in it... out of embarrassment..."

She was supposed to be the next great musical diva.

The artist currently topping the Billboard charts in a surprise resurgence.

Yet here she was, blushing like a schoolgirl.

The world was captivated.

But there was one person who absolutely hated this.

And it wasn’t Edward Maxwell.

It was—

"WAAAAH!!! Oppa, you idiot! You never play with me, but you’re always with those weird ladies! Waaahhh!!!"

Kim Donghu’s little sister.

Seven-year-old Kim Seohyun.

She loved her older brother so much—

to the point where she had somehow learned how to operate a smartphone on her own.

At her age, it was almost genius-level intelligence.

"...Is our kid actually watching an English talk show without subtitles right now?"

"I'm watching the same thing. Do seven-year-olds usually learn foreign languages on their own...?"

No one had taught her English.

She had just learned it.

A prodigy.

But Seohyun didn’t care about any of that.

Even though she had just video-called her brother.

Even though she had held back from crying during the call, so he wouldn’t worry.

Now, watching him on-screen, those feelings of loneliness surged all at once.

"I hate all the women next to oppa! Hate them! They're all mean and stupid! They’re stealing my brother from me!"

As Donghu and Evelyn continued their tireless promotions,

time flew by—

Until the first week of January.

Faster than expected.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick!

The first official press conference for Edward vs. Kim Donghu had begun.

The atmosphere was electric—

charged with tension and excitement.

Because Edward Maxwell was very obviously furious.

Is he gonna charge at Donghu during the trash talk?

Even the press conference staff were nervous.

But the event proceeded as scheduled—

Until the moment they introduced the fighters.

"Holy shit."

"What the hell is happening?"

"Are they seriously doing this? What even is this...?"

The crowd gasped in shock.

Because—

"Are we really doing this?"

"Why not? Tarzan premieres next month anyway."

Kim Donghu had walked in with Evelyn.

He had brought her to the very first face-off.

As if to say, You thought you were fighting for her? Too late.

It was so audacious that the entire room was stunned into silence.