"I saw you staring at our teacher Qin fiercely when I was out of school!"
When Jiang Zichen said this, he stared at Fu Zhihuan's face without blinking, and said in a crisp voice, "The girls in our class said that boys will behave like this when they are jealous!"
"Then what?"
Fu Zhihuan laughed, and seemed to ask this question quite casually.
Then
Jiang Zichen was puzzled by this question. He rolled his eyes, and then raised his chin proudly: "In the future, you must not attack me like you did just now, or I will tell Sister Wen Ruan about this!"
Finally, the big demon king on his growth path was also pinched.
Fu Zhihuan smiled lowly, narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, but his face was surprisingly calm.
After a while, Fu Zhihuan called: "Simon."
"ah?"
"You instigated Xiaopang and Xiaozhuang to fight in judo class last time. While Zhao Zichen was mediating the conflict, you went to the bathroom to fight Glory of Kings. You also posted the team sharing records on my WeChat."
"I… "
"Then that night when you lost four games in a row and sweared in Moments, you forgot to block it. I'm sorry, I took a screenshot."
"this… "
"By the way, I also found that in the screenshots of several games of yours, the person with a girl's profile picture and you are using a couple ID."
"she… "
"And that girl who rode home with you in my car last week."
Fu Zhihuan's tone was very slow, and he said slowly: "I saw her holding the hand of a tall boy in a plaid shirt today, and we went home together."
What? !
Jiang Zichen's pupils shrank, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.
It took about three seconds for him to react from the great grief, with his head drooping and his feet kicking the ground, looking downcast and frustrated.
"Child, have you learned to threaten me?"
"sorry… "
Fu Zhihuan stood up, flicked Jiang Zichen's forehead with his index finger, and said calmly, "Here, this is jealousy."
Jiang Zichen's mood became gloomy visible to the naked eye.
He drooped his head without saying a word, and by the way, he reached out to fasten the belt around his waist, then turned around in silence, and walked out of the dressing room.
Looks like a lot of damage
Fu Zhihuan looked at his leaving back, the corners of his lips curled up, and he leaned lazily against the wall, not following him.
It wasn't until Jiang Zichen's figure disappeared from his sight that Fu Zhihuan restrained the smile on his lips, turned around and walked to the place near the window in the corridor.
He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
Just as he took out the lighter and was about to lower his head to light it, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped.
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, lowered his eyes, and thoughts surged in his eyes. After a long time, he reached out and took down the cigarette and put it back in the cigarette case.
With my own strength, I won't be threatened by a word from a teenager.
However, some things became clear in my mind as if enlightened by that sentence.
It seemed that he paid far more attention to Wen Ruan than he had imagined.
Zhao Zichen's father exchanged pleasantries with Wen Ruan for a while, then stood up with his hands behind his back, and continued to check the practice of other people in the gym.
Wen Ruan waited for a long time before seeing Jiang Zishen coming out of the locker room with his head drooping, looking sluggish. Without even raising his head, he walked to the youth class and stood quietly in the corner.
what's the situation
Why did the child, who was still in high spirits just now, suddenly wither after changing clothes
Wen Ruan waited for a while, but did not see Fu Zhihuan coming out.
"Miss, are you waiting for someone?"
A man about 1.8 meters tall looked in Wen Ruan's direction for a long time, and finally couldn't help but come to talk to him under the coaxing of his companions.
He stretched out his hand to hold on to the railing, raised his chin towards Wen Ruan, as if he was trying to be handsome.
Wen Ruan turned her head when she heard the sound, glanced at the 1.8 meter in front of her, and nodded politely: "Yes."
Perhaps seeing that Wen Ruan's expression was not very cold, the 1.8 meter seemed to have more confidence: "Are you interested in learning judo? I can teach you."
"I don't have much interest, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn."
Wen Ruan smiled and politely declined.
Laughter and booing suddenly came from behind—
"Just practice."
"Miss, give me a chance."
"Our Xiao Zhang is the most compassionate and cherishing jade, just pose a few poses, teach some basics, and won't hurt you."
Wen Ruan raised his eyes and refused for the second time: "Sorry, I don't really want to learn."
But as if they were afraid of being rejected and losing people, the group hugged and booed, but they refused to let go—
"Come on, we won't really do it."
"It's just learning two tricks casually, and it's not ashamed. People won't teach them if they want to ask him to teach them."
Wen Ruan didn't like the feeling of rushing ducks to the shelves like this, and together with the coaxing here, almost everyone looked in this direction.
Even Jiang Zichen, who was standing in the distance, looked up.
It feels bad to be surrounded like this.
So Wen Ruan sighed, stood up, tied up her hair that was loose on her shoulders, and tied it into a high ponytail.
She bent down, walked around under the railing and entered the training ground, then raised her head, and said lightly, "Yes, you can try."
After a few seconds of silence, boos burst out like a flood—
"Hey, Miss Sister is quite generous."
"Xiao Zhang, this time we have to seize the opportunity."
Just now the 1.8 meter and his companion looked at each other, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't use too much strength."
Wen Ruan glanced at him, didn't speak, just raised his hand to press his shoulder, and moved his arm.
Seeing this, the 1.8 meter also smiled and stretched his muscles. Then spread your feet shoulder-width apart, and straighten your bent knees just now, as if you are ready.
He moved his neck and said, "Miss, first you have to..."
Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes, not listening to the nonsense of the person in front of her. Instead, he quickly took a step forward, put his right shoulder against the 1.8-meter shoulder, clasped his arm with both hands, and pulled it down violently.
He fell over his shoulder neatly and knocked him to the ground.
"boom-"
A heavy voice sounded, attracting the attention of countless people.
The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, and then exploded unexpectedly—
"I rely on? What's the situation?"
"Xiao Zhang was knocked down by a little girl? That's not the case."
Wen Ruan straightened up, patted his palm lightly, then turned his head and glanced at the person next to him, and apologized politely: "I'm sorry."
If she didn't have to be so forceful, she wouldn't want to be in the limelight in other people's judo gyms.
The companion who had just made a fuss rushed forward, and while supporting the meter eight, he joked: "Miss sister, have you practiced?"
"Just study casually."
Wen Ruan had no interest in playing prestige here, she smiled apologetically, then turned around and prepared to go back to the resting place and continue to sit and wait for someone.
But as soon as he took a step forward, he was caught off guard and stopped by someone.
"Wait a moment."
Wen Ruan turned her head, and saw that the man who had been standing in the distance and looked like a coach suddenly stood up and walked towards him with a gloomy face.
"Since this little girl looks very good, why don't you practice with me? You know, it shouldn't be judo, right?"
Wen Ruan frowned.
In fact, if the 1.8 meter man just now was really competing with himself, he wouldn't be overwhelmed all of a sudden.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wen Ruan just took advantage of him being unprepared to attack him quickly.
After all, there is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, let alone people who have really learned martial arts, so the outcome is obvious at a glance.
And the coach seemed to feel that the students were being taught a lesson and lost their own people.
Said it was practice, but it was to save face.
Wen Ruan didn't intend to be brave, she smiled, and replied truthfully: "There's no need for that, I can't beat you."
"I just saw that you are very powerful."
The coach sneered, folded his arms and said, "I don't have any other ideas. When people who practice this line of sight see their opponents, they just want to learn from each other."
While speaking, he was already standing in front of Wen Ruan, and by the way, he stretched out his hand, ready to hold her by the shoulder and lead her to the center of the venue.
The atmosphere became tense in an instant, and everyone who was discussing just now lowered their voices, but no one was willing to step forward to persuade this bad luck.
And at this moment, a cold voice suddenly broke the silence—
"Chen Jiao, it's not interesting to practice with a little girl."
At this moment, Fu Zhihuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruan.
It was still the lazy tone, and there seemed to be a bit of a smile mixed in the tone.
He narrowed his eyes, put his arms casually on the railing, and put one hand lightly on the coach's shoulder. His smiling eyes were full of warnings: "Why don't I accompany you?"
The audience was in an uproar.
Countless people focused their eyes on Fu Zhihuan, and whispered to each other—
"Who is this person? Even Chen Jiao is willing to provoke."
"I heard that Jiao Chen is the runner-up in the city."
"I think this guy is quite a man, otherwise he would really let others bully the little girl? My students don't like it, and they are still practicing, so they form a group to tease other girls, and they are still not convinced when they are slapped in the face."
Fu Zhihuan was very close to Wen Ruan, but the distance of a fist.
It was so close that even when he spoke, Wen Ruan could feel his breath hitting her neck very clearly.
Wen Ruan subconsciously turned her head, and then caught off guard into those dark eyes.
"Didn't you want you to wait for me there?"
Fu Zhihuan laughed, straightened up, bent over and entered the training ground, "What are you running around for?"
Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly looked away, pursed her lips, and said softly: "I'm sorry..."
Fu Zhihuan wore judo uniform.
The loose clothes were worn on him, but they didn't look cumbersome at all, on the contrary, they looked more elegant. The slightly see-through clothes under the light can vaguely see the strong back line passing through the belt.
At this moment, the distance between the two is very close, as if they can feel the fiery breath spreading between each other while talking.
Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, patted Wen Ruan on the shoulder, and motioned to the rest area: "Go there and wait for me."
Chen Jiao's face changed, he stretched out his hand and touched his neck, his tone didn't sound as tough as before: "Mr. Fu, is this little girl yours?"
Chen Jiao knew a thing or two about Fu Zhihuan.
If it wasn't for the fact that this gentleman is not focused on judo, I'm afraid it won't be his turn to take the limelight in this gym.
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan stood up straight in front of Chen Jiao, tidied his cuffs slowly, and said calmly, "The person I brought."
The author has something to say: It’s a little late today, because it’s too late for dinner after class at eight o’clock.
I really don't have the energy for the second watch, let's fight for it tomorrow.
I will revise the article after I finish my homework later, I feel that the status of the last few chapters is not very good.
88 red envelopes will be drawn, and the red envelopes of the last chapter will be issued later.
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