Feng Ling opened the seat next to him and sat down on a slightly more comfortable seat: "Boss, head coach, please invite the irrelevant people out. Why are everyone else in a daze? Keep practicing. —”
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed his wrist.
The man strode in from outside the door, held her firmly, and did not step back at all: "Coach A-Ling, I have something to tell you."
He didn't call her by her name anymore, but gave her respect and called her by her current title.
In fact, he was so strong that she couldn't pull her hand back at all.
Feng Ling finally raised his head, looked at him, and said impatiently: "Can't you see me in class? Mr. Li, are you always like this? Your things are always the most important, and you must get what you want. You must also get the relationship you want. If you want others to wait for you for three years, they must wait for you. No matter what reluctance or grievance others have, they must first listen to your wishes and act. Others must surround you in everything. You, you are the eldest son of the Li family, and I am an orphan without a father, mother, or support, so I will be bullied by you inside and out. After I finally get out of the place that belongs to you, I will have to do it again. Will I continue to be tortured by you?"
Li Nanheng paused and let go.
When her black and white eyes were fixed on his, he could clearly see the indifference and defensiveness in her eyes, as well as some red blood streaks due to the lingering cold and fever.
She had never looked at him like this except for the time when he forced her to point at him because he forced her to kiss her and bullied her.
But it was the look in his eyes that made Li Nanheng's heart hurt for two years, and it felt like even the last drop of blood was about to drain out.
The man wanted to say something, but he looked at her who was sitting on the seat indifferently, and finally just said: "I'll wait for you outside."
He turned around and left, facing the confused eyes of the martial arts gym owner and head coach, and even closed the classroom door behind him.
Under Feng Ling's cold instructions again, those students who just thought they were watching some love-hate TV series quickly continued practicing to avoid provoking the cold-faced female coach who didn't seem to be in a good mood again, but they still He couldn't help but occasionally cast his eyes in Feng Ling's direction.
It turns out her name is Feng Ling...
Which zero is it? Is it still the number zero? Or which zero? Bells of bells? Or a watery spirit? It doesn’t seem to match her style...
Under the curious gazes of a group of people, the water glass in Feng Ling's hand suddenly spilled to the ground. The full glass of water fell at her feet and splashed on the edge of her trouser legs. But she obviously didn't notice it herself and still sat there expressionless. His eyes were also light.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Ling looked at them expressionlessly.
A group of male students were thinking absentmindedly. The water in the water glass seemed very hot. Didn't she feel it
Who was that man just now
For such a long time, they had often discussed in private what kind of man could subdue a woman like Coach A-Ling. It seemed that Chen Beiqing, a well-to-do rich young man, could not suppress her or conquer her at all.
But the one who just entered the door, obviously, in all aspects and in terms of momentum, it was rare for them to find that Coach A-Ling was actually a bit shorter.
She raised her eyes and looked at the short-haired woman sitting in front. She picked up the water glass on the ground calmly and put it aside gently: "If you look at it again, you will leave the get out of class directly. If you have any non-standard movements when you are on stage, you will be dismissed." If you make a joke in front of your classmates from all over the world, don't come to me and cry."
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Li Nanheng looked at the time.
Minutes and seconds passed, and Feng Ling still hadn't finished class.
He knew how seriously she took everything. She was still the same as before, but the nature of her work was different.
But she still had a fever of 39 degrees in the early hours of this morning. He stayed by her bedside for several hours and gave her antipyretic medicine, but it obviously had little effect. He went out to buy her some breakfast in the morning, and when he came back, he found that this woman had gone out. Got to work.
Thinking of the still high temperature he felt when he held her wrist, every minute and every second the man stayed in this room was torture. He opened the door outside and ignored the owner of some martial arts gym next to him. The head coach and I were about to go out for some air, but the door closed loudly.
After Feng Ling heard the sound of the door closing inside, he finally got out of his cold and expressionless state and said to the male students who were practicing their movements: "Practice for another half hour and then rest. I will check again at 1 p.m. Once you make sure everything is tidy and ok, it can be over. You can continue while I go to the bathroom."
She got up and walked out of the classroom. When she saw the empty reception room and the head coach and boss who were looking at her curiously in front of the office door, she paused without saying anything and walked towards the bathroom without squinting.
Feng Ling didn't go to the toilet. She turned on the faucet and washed her face.
The weather was cold, and the water was also very cold, and most martial arts gyms were air-conditioned and heated, so the water in the water pipes was not warm at all. It was as cold as when frost and snow first melted, and she poured some water on her face. Splashed on it, the biting chill made people tremble all over.
Looking up at the mirror, she saw herself wet.
In the small space with plenty of light, her pale face was nowhere to be seen. Because she was having a fever, there was a very light blush on her cheeks that didn't look particularly normal. You couldn't see it without looking carefully, but at such a close distance. If you look in the mirror, you can still find it.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead, and then saw her hand again - the white and tender fingers belonging to a woman, but in the palm of her hand there was a thin callus that had been worn out by holding a gun for many years. Although it was not obvious, it still remained. In the palm of her hand.
Just like her, after she stopped pretending to be a man, everyone who met her said she was beautiful and asked her why she cut her hair so short, cutting off the last bit of femininity.
She always just smiled faintly and didn't answer.
Her hair, her life, just like her hands, look beautiful to others, but no one knows that she has a thin callus inside that can never be wiped off.
As she watched, water droplets rolled down her face and fell on her palms. She thought she was crying. She raised her face and looked at the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were dry. Except for a little redness, there was no moisture at all. .
She didn't cry when she was kicked out of the XI base in such an embarrassing situation. She didn't cry when she learned that Li Nanheng was getting married. Of course, she wouldn't cry now.
She was actually a little surprised by her indifferent temperament, why she didn't even shed a single tear even though the pain was unbearable.
Feng Ling never considered himself a strong person.
She only felt that she was a child who grew up drinking wolf's milk and was born with a heart of stone.
She shouldn't have feelings.