Hearing him coming out, Feng Ling raised his eyes to look at him.
The man's eyes were very calm, as if he had just gone in and was working seriously, and had no other superfluous thoughts at all.
She frowned lukewarmly: "What do you want? I said this place is not suitable for you, and I don't intend to take you in, so you just reached out to our boss, right? Li Nanheng, you don't You’re short of money, but what you’re short of is time, is there any need to waste your time on me?”
"Coach A-Ling." Li Nanheng said calmly: "Aren't you sure you want to discuss these irrelevant things with me during class time, as you often say?"
Suddenly being blocked by what he had said, Feng Ling paused, and then glared at him fiercely: "Don't call me Coach A-Ling!"
"What's that called?" Li Nanheng seemed to be smiling, but his voice was low and somewhat hoarse, and seemed to be inexplicably bewitching: "Or, should I change my name and call you boss?"
Feng Ling: "..." She looked at him as if she was a psycho.
"How are you feeling? Do you have a headache?" Li Nanheng changed the subject at the right time just before she was about to get angry.
Feng Ling didn't look at his concerned eyes, turned away expressionlessly, took a step back, sat on the chair behind her, and said coldly: "It's just a little cold, it won't die."
"Then sit down first and teach me this lesson today." The man said and turned around to go back.
"Wait a minute." Feng Ling suddenly stopped him: "I will definitely not let you stay. If you insist on helping me teach this class now, then go ahead and teach it. Just treat it as if you owe me a lesson." Mine, but I'm warning you, they are all my students and have nothing to do with me, so don't take your personal anger out on anyone!"
Li Nanheng didn't seem to hear her. He only slowed down for a moment when she spoke, but it was only for a moment, and walked in without looking back.
Feng Ling sat outside and raised his hand to rub his aching head.
The boss must be crazy, how could he really accept him
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For this group of students, this class cannot be described in just two words: dire straits and fiery heat.
But since they all come to the Budokan to study, of course they are still interested in this field, and they must have watched various related learning materials and videos. With the skills of this new assistant coach, you can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person. , but I don’t know who he is. Although everyone thinks that his requirements are too strict and too cruel, he does teach well and standardly.
Coach A-Ling is already the best and the best teacher in the entire martial arts gym.
But the arrival of this new assistant coach...
Only then did they realize that there was someone who could be colder, harsher, more terrifying, faster and better than Coach A-Ling, making them unable to resist.
It is precisely because Li Nanheng is ruthless but also very standard. Although these students complained a lot after class, they still secretly asked for Li Nanheng's phone number, hoping to establish a good relationship with the new coach, so as not to be like Chen Bei in class in the future. Qing was targeted like that.
Gee, speaking of Mr. Chen, what he experienced tonight was simply inhuman torture...
He was forced to undergo half an hour of balance support training, and then added other more difficult movements. Everything was like picking at his bones, but he couldn't refuse. He had to listen to Coach Li the whole time. Conductor, when the class finally ended, let alone thinking about Coach A-Ling, he didn't even have the strength to call out the name A-Ling, and he fell to the ground slumped, too lazy to move again.
The key was finally kicked by Coach Li, who warned him that lying on his back was too easy and twisted his waist. After extensive training, lying on the ground like this would only twist and deform the tight muscles and joints, making him Either get up and leave immediately, or stand up and stand against the wall.
Chen Beiqing's anger and rare outburst of temper were all gone now, and he didn't want to say a word.
Today is also the first time that I was not invited to dinner after Chen Beiqing's class.
Although she refused every time, he always sent someone to send flowers before coming, and asked if he wanted to have a meal together before leaving. Even if he was rejected, it became a habit of his.
Then today, the office door that was supposed to be knocked before getting off work in the evening was instead pushed open by another man.
The person who came was not Chen Beiqing, but Li Nanheng who had changed back into his black casual sportswear.
"Boss Feng, when you get home from get off work, can I take you back?" Li Nanheng stood in front of the door, looking like he was living a good life and working hard.
They look like human beings, and they really look like that.
Feng Ling twitched her mouth because he called him "Boss Feng". She really didn't want to talk to him, but this man's pervasive and irresistible approach in her life really made her unable to imagine what he would do next. What do you want to do.
"If you want to go back, I'll take a taxi back." Feng Ling lowered his head to sort out the lesson plan materials and the CDs of the class videos on his desk, and said while packing them up: "Also, could you please move from next door to me."
This man, in just a few days after finding her, almost occupied her entire living space.
She was really caught off guard.
Don't know how to deal with it either.
"You know that I live next door to you and it's easy to drive or take a taxi. Why do you want to take a taxi yourself?"
"I still have something to finish." Feng Ling didn't look at him.
Li Nanheng took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and said calmly: "You go about your business. I'll take you back when you're done."
After that, he went out and lit a cigarette.
Feng Ling was sitting in the office while the man smoked a cigarette near the bathroom outside. About ten minutes later, the man came back and Feng Ling was still sitting behind his desk.
He took a chair and sat down without saying anything.
She didn't speak either.
As time passed, everyone else had left, and only the two of them were left in the entire martial arts hall.
Seeing that he really wasn't leaving, Feng Ling raised her eyes to look at him, but the moment she raised her eyes, she suddenly met the man's gaze.
He kept looking at her.
The moment their eyes met, Feng Ling's mind suddenly reflected many images from the past.
Who would have imagined that the person in charge of the Tangtang XI base would condescend to live in a cheap rental house in a place like Boston, and also go to a small martial arts gym like this to beg for employment as her assistant, and even when she claimed to be busy, Sitting there so quietly and obediently, waiting patiently for her to finish her work, without saying a word, she looked like a child who had done something wrong and was trying to make amends, waiting for forgiveness from adults.