Wen Jinhe ran all the way to the police academy, the neon lights on the road kept provoking her, she really wanted to jump up and smash these dog-eyed things with a punch; the street lights on the telephone pole flickered, stinging her eyes, she really wanted a monkey to go up the tree, swishing up, slapping it, giving it some color to see, so that it was not so annoying; the scantily clad beauties in the window advertisements outside the mall, flashing a pair of vixen-like eyes, were constantly throwing winks at passers-by, she was furious, she really wanted to kick the window to smash, and beat those seductive women back to their original shape。 However, after all, this is someone else's territory, she swallowed her saliva and held back strongly, thinking, why should I be angry with others and bring trouble to myself because I am in a bad mood?

From childhood to adulthood, because of the incompleteness of the family and the constraints of life, she and her sister Wen Jinyi have been under the eyes of others and have been squeezed by others, haven't they all survived?

Wen Jinhe began to comfort himself, don't you just have two stinky money? Aren't you just dressed richly? Aren't you just from the city? What's the big deal? If it weren't for your son Jiao Maosheng, that guy named Hua Shao brazenly stalked and chased after his ass, like a follower, I wouldn't know him rarely; if I didn't know him, what would I talk about children's affection?

Just like a long-distance runner who suddenly recurs his leg injury before starting, let's end this marathon love that has no end as soon as possible. As for the one called Hua Shao, the one called Jiao Maosheng, just as he is the air in his own life, as if he is a passerby in his lonely life journey, as if he is the spider silk in his own heart, while it has not had time to weave the web, wipe it away fiercely, lest once it is finished and the web is completed, he will be caught alive, and then think about escaping, it will be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Wen Jinhe's running speed slowed down, her manic heart calmed down, she wiped the sweat on her face, made a kicking motion, and said with a wry smile, how can today's street running be more strenuous than cross-country running?

Yes, Wen Jinhe's feeling is right, cross-country running is carrying a material load, while her street running today is a mental load, and the two are qualitatively different. She didn't expect that the heart she had just opened would be closed with a bang by the middle-aged woman she never knew, the shitty and lush mother, she was a young and beautiful girl, the well-deserved school flower of the police academy, and the most beautiful police flower in the future. Looking back, she really didn't know whether she wanted to thank her, or to hate her forever, in short, her heart was complicated, so she went back to the school training hall for the time being, beat her thousands of sandbags, eliminated the resentment in her heart, and then considered these heart-wrenching rotten things.

In the gymnasium of the Police College, the lights are bright, as if it were daytime. Zhang Gaokai, the instructor in charge of the actual combat subject training, was naked, revealing a shuttlecock meat, his face was swollen like an inflated balloon, his eyes were bulging like bull's eyes, he was holding two big barbells, squatting down and standing up, squatting and standing up, doing physical training over and over again, this guy seemed to have either been kicked by his girlfriend, or he was too energetic.

As soon as Wen Jinhe, whose face was flushed and his chest shrunk and straightened, walked into the training hall, Zhang Gaokai noticed her, to be honest, whether it was professionalism, physical fitness, or appearance and temperament, Wen Jinhe's classmates were all excellent among the students he had bred, and as soon as he took their classes, he had already stored him in his brain hard drive, paying attention to this little girl who was a little cold, a little melancholy, and a little inferior.

Wen Jinhe also saw Zhang Gaokai who was sweating profusely, she was not so self-conscious, she didn't greet her instructor, she intended to be coquettish, she didn't seem to be in the mood, but walked directly to the sandbag.

Zhang Gaokai glanced at Wen Jinhe, and seemed to have found an answer to his doubts in the past few days. At first, Zhang Gaokai thought that after a summer vacation, maybe she hadn't adjusted her biological clock, after all, the daily life of the police academy was very hard and hard, so once the holidays, especially girls, were eager to sleep lazy every day, sleep darkly, and put Nanshan to make up for all the sleepiness delayed during the study.

However, now it seems that this is not the case, this girl must have encountered an inextricable knot, to put it bluntly, the current one is a typical lover girl, if she can't save herself, she has to rely on his instructor Zhang Gaokai to pull a handful and throw her a rope to go ashore.

Wen Jinhe quickly and quickly took off her coat, three times five divided by two, the action was extremely fast, she twisted her leg joints a few times, moved her wrists a few times, pinched her knuckles, twisted her slender jade neck, did a few chest expansion exercises, stood up to the heroic Magnolia Snow Mountain, put on her fist gloves, stood firm, and began to punch at the sandbag, just like the people in the village beating the New Year's glutinous ba, until the sandbag swayed around, looking like her soul was scattered and fled.

"Spicy enough, ruthless enough!" Zhang Gaokai secretly praised his students.

Wen Jinhe's venting did not stop, she hummed, hum, hum and screamed a few times, a scud swept towards the sandbag, the sandbag swung a few times the bulky braincase, shook the fat waist a few times, and soon rebounded; Wen Jinhe roared, oh ha, and threw out her fist like a mortar, so that the sandbag crunched and moaned in pain; and then she was a Scud, sweeping the sandbag, kicking the sandbag and shaking her clumsy body, and bounced towards her with her teeth and claws.

"Okay, what's the point of talking to a sandbag, it doesn't understand feelings, let's come to the boxing ring, I'll accompany you to practice, and vent all your evil spirits." Zhang Gaokai was worried that if the beauty of Wen Jinhe continued like this, not only would she not be able to dissipate her anger, but she would hurt her vitality.

Wen Jinhe retracted his fists and feet, held his breath, shrunk his chest and straightened up, swaying the two magnolia snow mountains, and strode towards the boxing ring.

"You have to be mentally prepared, it's not so easy to beat me, I can win the city's public security system boxing championship. Zhang Gaokai forced his eyes at Wen Jinhe's classmates, his purpose was not to brag, nor to show off himself or show off in front of his students, if he looked at it this way, it would be too much to underestimate Zhang Gaokai's teaching, he actually wanted to stimulate all the fighting spirit of Wen Jinhe, and wanted her to go all out and vent all the grievances and grievances in her heart.

"Instructor, that's a crime, please take the punch. Wen Jinhe launched a fierce attack in the face of this instructor who has always been domineering and dominating the world, and she threw a punch at Zhang Gaokai with lightning speed, fast, ruthless, and accurate.

It's a pity that Zhang Gaokai is not in vain, he quickly retreats and moves, not only dodging Wen Jinhe's fierce punch, but also approaching her left side. However, the moment Wen Jinhe swung his fist at him, his heart tightened, because this kind of near-suicidal attack, whether it was for the punching party or the attacked party, if it was not handled properly, it would be fatal.

Wen Jinhe wanted to take him by surprise and attack him unprepared, and used the other party's unexpected way to preemptively hit him by surprise, but he didn't expect Jiang to be old and spicy, and he was actually resolved by Zhang Gaokai with a few quick series of actions.

When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent. This punch was fatal to Zhang Gaokai, but for Wen Jinhe, why not? After this punch, she stumbled, fortunately, her stability has always been very good, and she finally did not fall, but her own strength has also been greatly reduced.

If this is an official game, as long as the opponent counterattacks with a thunderous momentum and gives himself a few sharp punches in a row, the game will be settled and the winner will be clear. But this is not a game after all, our lovely instructor Zhang Gaokai not only did not retaliate against her, but stood opposite her side, beckoned to her slightly, and lured her to continue the attack, looking cynical, but tigerish!