From that day on, he came here every day.
After waiting for several days, he finally got what he wanted today.
However, not only did people forget about him, they also seemed to be not very welcoming to him.
"Are you a private instructor here?"
Su Qiao simply stopped.
This man is just like that, he won't give up until he achieves his goal.
Even if she ignored him, he probably wouldn't leave wisely.
"I guess so." Cen Mohan also put on his fist.
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him unhappily: "Yes, yes, no, no, what do you mean by yes?"
Cen Mohan raised his eyebrows.
You look much better today than when we first met.
Although she seemed to have no affection for him.
"I'm a partner of the boss here, does that count?"
Su Qiao began to grind his teeth.
This stinky guy Xiao Si actually dared to say that he didn’t know Cen Mohan was also here.
It chose this place.
How could it not know who the bosses are
“Turns out he’s one of the bosses.”
"That counts too!"
Many gym owners were fitness trainers themselves before opening their gyms.
Do one thing and understand it; understand one thing and do it well.
Cen Mohan shook his boxing gloves: "Am I qualified to be your sparring partner now?"
"Is your fee high? If it's too high, I can't afford it."
It’s not that Su Qiao can’t afford it, but she never thought about fighting with anyone from the beginning.
How to say it.
Because of habit, sometimes when fighting, she would habitually use ruthless moves.
She was afraid that she would lose control and hurt others, and she was also afraid of revealing her true colors.
She takes up boxing just to build muscle and improve her skills.
Cen Mohan smiled and said, "I just come here occasionally to work part-time, it's free."
Things have come to this point, and it would be a bit unreasonable for Su Qiao to refuse again.
"Okay, let's give it a try."
For fear of hurting each other, the two tacitly chose to practice on the sandbag first.
At the beginning, Cen Mohan focused most of his attention on Su Qiao, preventing her from being hurt by the swinging sandbags.
Later, he saw that Su Qiao was agile, his punches were fierce, and his dodging ability was almost at the maximum level. Gradually, he felt the urge to compete with him.
Although it is small in size, it is very strong.
Moreover, the advantage of being small is that she is more agile and nimble, and has a better ability to avoid danger. Coupled with her strength and skills, the two of them ended up in a draw.
A refreshing sparring session not only made both of them sweat, but also created a certain tacit understanding and a general understanding of each other's personality.
"It seems you have practiced it before."
Cen Mohan took a deep breath, took off his boxing gloves, shook the sweat from his hair, took two clean towels from the shelf next to him, and threw one to Su Qiao.
The sparring just now was very enjoyable, and Su Qiao was in a good mood. He took the towel and wiped the sweat off his face. "I told you, don't judge a person by his appearance."
Cen Mohan also said simply, "I apologize for what I said before."
"That's not necessary. You only suggested it for my own good."
Su Qiao is not a stingy person. On the contrary, at times, she can be very generous.
A strange light flashed in Cen Mohan's eyes, and he hesitated for a moment: "You seem to be quite skilled, have you practiced?"
"I just practiced it randomly." Su Qiao said casually.
Cen Mohan sensed that she didn't want to talk about this topic and immediately stopped asking.
"Go take a shower and change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold easily."
Su Qiao had exactly this intention.
"Hi, I'm Chris."