"I admit defeat."
In the middle of the playground, Coach Kosiah walked off the field with his fists clasped. The crowd of people watching the excitement dispersed and made way for him.
"This coach named Levi is so powerful! He defeated Cossia with just two or three punches." Someone whispered.
"You shouldn't have come yesterday, right? In fact, Cosia has been defeated twice. Last night he was defeated with just three punches." A young man who came here to work out turned around and said.
"That's awesome! I remember Cosia was the head coach of the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club. He was quite good at fighting. It seems that the coach named Levi from the Gray Seal Martial Arts School is even more awesome..." someone said to his companion next to him, all of them looking eager to make a move.
"Why don't we sign up and make an appointment?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Soon, three or two people walked towards the front desk.
"Milo, let's go too, don't miss out." Phil said hurriedly. He also felt that this coach named Levi was a real talent. If he could teach him a few more times, he would probably be able to get out of the last place in the next fighting club sparring ranking.
"Phil, Coach Cosia seems to be looking at you." Milo patted Phil, who was both excited and anxious, with his right hand.
"..." Phil looked to the right awkwardly, and found that Coach Kosia was looking at him with a complicated expression, as if he had heard what he had just said.
In the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, three head coaches teach three groups of students, and Phil's fighting club coach is Coach Kosia. Because Phil's actual combat rankings are always at the bottom, Kosia actually has a deep impression of Phil's face.
Cosia also heard what Phil said just now.
To be honest, the students I taught for quite a while went to other martial arts schools to become apprentices. Kosia felt somewhat angry and embarrassed, as if someone else had taken advantage of her.
But who can blame the other party for being really good at fertilizing? I couldn't beat him twice, and the gap was visible to the naked eye.
If Phil wants to do some extra work, let him do it...
Kosia retracted his gaze and was about to leave when Phil next to him suddenly called out "coach". Kosia paused for a moment, then decisively pretended not to hear. He quickly left and remembered Phil in his heart.
Phil, you are embarrassing yourself on purpose. Next time you are in the "death group" for actual training, you will probably cry in the first round.
"Coach Kosia seems... not to have remembered me..."
Phil breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry." Milo patted Phil on the shoulder, then pointed to the front: "Hurry up and sign up, there seem to be a lot of people going..."
"Yes, yes." Milo slapped his forehead and ran over in small steps.
At the front desk, an old man with gray bat-hair rolled up the newspaper and threw it aside. He took out a notebook and began to take notes.
"What's your name? How old are you? Which coach do you want to book? What time do you want to book? How many hours do you want to book? Finally, pay the deposit. It's not much, just fifty Red Lebanese Federation coins."
The old man kept asking questions, and light black words quickly appeared on the notebook. He stuffed the fifty-dollar bills he received into the drawer of the wooden table and shouted, "Next, next."
Finally it was Phil's turn. He immediately handed the old man a green bill and repeated his message.
Fortunately, Phil grabbed Coach Levi's last appointment spot for tomorrow, which is at six o'clock in the afternoon.
"Okay, Milo, let's come back tomorrow." Phil walked out from the front of the team and said to his friend sideways.
At this time, the front door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School was pushed open.
A tall girl wearing long clothes and long pants walked in with a backpack. She had short hair that reached her ears. Her facial features were not delicate, but deep and attractive. There was a heroic air between her eyebrows.
"Senior Sister Tifa!" Phil said with some surprise.
"Phil?" Tifa was also a little surprised. She weighed her backpack and walked over. Phil smelled a faint fragrance coming towards him, not the smell of perfume, but the simple smell of laundry detergent.
"Are you here to train at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School as well?"
"Oh, yes. I heard that the new coach here, Levi, is very good, so I came here with my friend to take a look." Phil said.
Next to him, Milo, a friend who didn't even have a name, curled his lips helplessly. Phil was not a person who couldn't walk when he saw a woman. For some reason, he was inexplicably shy every time he faced Tifa, like a boy who had just fallen in love.
In the front desk hall, Fertifa and the other man chatted briefly, and the topic soon turned to Coach Levi.
"You've made an appointment for Coach Levi's class tomorrow? That's a coincidence. I've made an appointment for all of Coach Levi's classes for the next month." Tifa glanced at her watch: "Sorry, the class is almost up. Let's talk again tomorrow afternoon when we're free. I'm leaving now."
After that, Tifa turned and left. One thing that must be said is that Tifa has been in the fighting club since junior high school. After long-term training, she has a very good figure and her back is also quite impressive.
Phil looked from afar until the figure disappeared.
"Hey, hey, Phil, your soul has been taken away."
Milo pushed Phil: "Let's go home."
"Milo, let's play for a while. Let's see what the facilities of the Gray Seal Martial Arts School are like. I feel the atmosphere is better than that of the Fighting Club."
"Stop talking nonsense, you just want to see more of Senior Sister Tifa." Milo said, "Whatever you want, go in."
The two immediately followed the passage to a public place.
On the right side, near the white wall, there was a row of seven or eight black sandbags hanging on a pole. Next to them, students with white bandages tied to their hands were exercising and punching left and right from time to time.
The sounds of "bang bang bang" continued to echo in the space.
Although this is a public area, it is actually a professional area, and all the students who practice here are experienced enthusiasts.
Phil looked to the left, where there was a space separated by a window, and dim sunlight shone through the window onto the ground. A tall young man was demonstrating specific fighting moves to Tifa.
The process is slow and there is a lot of explanation in between.
"The power doesn't come from the hands, but from here." Kaxiu patted his waist: "You have to learn to use your waist to quickly exert force and drive the muscles of your whole body, so that each punch will be powerful enough."
"You try it." He took two steps back to the right.
"Yes." Tifa, wearing a white training suit, immediately took a stance, crossed her legs, and held her arms firmly on both sides of her waist.
She twisted her body slightly and began to slowly push her fist forward.
Kaxiu nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a shock in his heart and a familiar bitter taste gradually spread in his mouth.
"Obsession Antique?!"