Chen Beiqing was in severe pain all over his body. He endured it. The moment he raised his head, he heard the man say condescendingly and coldly: "When I am honest with my woman, you still don't know which diaper to sit on and play in the mud."
Chen Beiqing frowned and was about to stand up when a man's hand pressed down on his shoulder. The pressure exerted on him forced him to half-kneel on one knee on the ground, unable to get up.
But whether it was the disparity in force or physical strength, it was still obvious that Li Nanheng had known Coach A Ling longer than him. But even so, Chen Beiqing had no intention of admitting defeat or giving way. Even though he was pressed to the ground by his shoulders, even though sweat was dripping from his forehead, he still curled his lips with a sneer: "You were chasing her when I was still wearing a diaper, so it seems You've been chasing for a long time but haven't caught it yet. Then you are really a senior, and your experience of failure must be much more than that of a novice like me. Why don't you ask Senior Li to remind me, what does she hate most about you? I will definitely know it. Avoid these things she hates and hold her heart firmly."
The pressure on his shoulders increased again, making Chen Beiqing suspect that his shoulders would be crushed by the man in the next moment.
"court death?"
"Li Nanheng." The door of the classroom was opened at this time, and Feng Ling walked in. Seeing this scene, he was already used to it. His expression was very indifferent and he only looked at Chen Bei, who was still unwilling to admit defeat even though he was suppressed on the ground. He leaned forward, then turned to look at the other man: "What are you doing?"
Li Nanheng moved his hands away from Chen Beiqing's body expressionlessly, clapped his hands casually, and glanced at her with a faint curl of his lips: "It's nothing.
He obviously wanted to hide it, but he concealed it with such a perfunctory attitude, which made it clear that he was unhappy with Chen Beiqing.
Feng Ling didn't bother to mind their other people's business these days.
These two people were crazy, and they fought overtly and covertly every day. She really didn't think about it. Anyway, they were both big troubles. If one died in the fight and the other was missing, maybe her world would be peaceful if they were both crippled.
"The head coach wants to see you for something, please come out." After Feng Ling finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Seeing that Feng Ling really didn't even bother to look at them, Li Nanheng threw the people on the ground away. Chen Beiqing half-knelt on the ground and turned to look at the person who had turned away in front of the door. Then, the two of them looked indifferently. They looked at each other, then turned away again in silence.
It wasn't until Li Nanheng also went out that Chen Beiqing got up on the ground, picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured it on his head. After waking up, he lifted a towel and wiped his face, then looked outside. He put his hands on his hips and walked back and forth in the classroom while breathing heavily, slowly calming his breathing.
He needed to think of a countermeasure, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that he really didn't even know what kind of role Li Nanheng was. It seemed that it was not easy to compete fairly.
In the office, the head coach saw Feng Ling coming and came over with a smile. Just as he was about to talk to her, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Nanheng who walked in the door. The smile on his face instantly dropped, and he raised his eyes to look at the man in front of the door: "The boss has not been here for the past two days, so he has left the affairs here to me for the time being. Recently, there have been quite a few people applying to be coaches in the martial arts gym. Mr. Li came in with a shady name, and he doesn't know what his skills are like. If he is just It doesn't seem good to stand here and take up other people's positions even though you know how to do some fist and leg embroidery. Why don't we find a time and let's make some gestures?"
Li Nanheng's eyebrows were light and uncomplicated, and he even seemed to want to laugh: "You want to fight me?"
"Since you said it so straightforwardly, I don't have to be too subtle." The head coach laughed and said, "How about finding a chance to play?"
Li Nanheng put one hand in his trouser pocket and said calmly: "You set the time."
Seeing his fearless expression, the head coach looked at his height and the large chunks of flesh on his arms that were not particularly scary, but were even and perfect muscles that could not be seen through his clothes. What, but you can feel it to some extent. Li Nanheng's skills are not too bad.
In recent days, I have heard complaints from the male students in Feng Ling's class, saying that the new assistant coach is very good, but he is more strict than coach A Ling. If he gets really cruel, it will be a scene where a group of people complain endlessly. , the movements personally supervised by Coach Li will not stop until everyone is in a state of pain that would be worse than death.
The head coach suddenly smiled and walked towards him: "Your clothes look good on you, but I don't know when you really start practicing..." When he said this, he held it directly through his sleeves. Li Nanheng's wrist.
As a result, before his hand could use any force, Li Nanheng suddenly avoided the force between his fingers without any trace in an instant, and at the same time, he suddenly held him back. Even though it looked like Li Nanheng was holding back, in fact, his wrist bones There was a huge pain instantly.
At the same time, the head coach looked at him again. There was an obvious warning in Li Nanheng's eyes. The head coach didn't say anything. He only looked at the hand that could avoid it so quickly and without leaving a trace. He could even avoid it. He easily caught himself back. Although it was just a small handshake with a not particularly large range of motion, it could be clearly seen that this Li Nanheng was not simple.
His skills and reaction speed were much better than he imagined.
Although he is a head coach here, in terms of skills, he is probably much weaker than him.
The two of them had a deep and calm smile on their faces, holding hands like this, but they were secretly competing for a time, until the head coach took his hand out of his palm, and then Then he calmly put his hand, which had turned white to the point of losing its color, behind his back. Li Nanheng looked at him with a calm and calm expression: "What does the head coach have to say?"
The head coach didn't speak for a while, and only glanced at Li Nanheng again. The two men looked at each other, and there was a silent silence. Although it was not like the confrontation when Chen Beiqing was around, this silent confrontation made Feng Feng Ling felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.
These two people wouldn't really fight because of her, would they
because of her
Probably not.
Just when Feng Ling thought that he was probably overthinking and there was no chance of a fight, the pain in the head coach's hand had recovered a lot. He casually placed his hand on his side and did not touch Li Nanheng again. He only said: "Tonight, the gymnasium at the Polytechnic University across the street is open to the public every week. How about we go there and play a friendly match? It doesn't involve any interests, it's just a simple showdown. How about it?"
Feng Ling: "..."
Li Nanheng curled his lips coldly: "It's up to you, I'll accompany you."
Feng Ling: "..."