Feng Ling pulled the seat next to him away, and sat on the slightly more comfortable seat from the next position, "Boss, head coach, invite irrelevant people out, everyone else is in a daze and continue to practice"

Before the words fell, he grabbed his wrist.

The man strode in from outside the door, grabbed her firmly, and did not retreat at all, "Coach Ah Ling, I have something to tell you." ”

Instead of calling her by her name, he gave her respect and called her what she was now.

Even, his strength was so great that she couldn't withdraw her hand at all.

Feng Ling finally raised his head, looked at him, and said with some impatience You can't see me in class, Mr. Li, are you always like this, your things are always the most important, you have to get what you want, you have to get the feelings you want, you have to wait for you if you want others to wait for you for three years, no matter what reluctance others have, what grievances they have, they have to listen to your wishes first, others have to surround you in everything, you are the eldest and youngest of the Li family, I am an orphan with no father, no mother and no support, so I will be completely bullied by you inside and out, and finally get out of the place that belongs to you, do I have to continue to suffer from you”

Li Nanheng was stunned and let go.

When her black and white eyes were fixed on his eyes, he could see clearly the indifference and defensiveness in her eyes, and there were also some red blood streaks that appeared because the cold and fever had not subsided.

She had never looked at him like this, except for the time when she forced her to point at him by forcibly kissing her and bullying her.

But this is the kind of look that he once had, which made Li Nanheng's heart hurt for two years, and it instantly seemed that even the last drop of blood was going to drain.

The man wanted to say something, but looked at her who was always sitting indifferently in the seat, and finally only said "I'll wait for you outside." ”

He turned around and walked out directly under the puzzled gaze of the Budokan owner and head coach, and also closed the door of the classroom by the way.

Under Feng Ling's cold voice again, those students who just thought they were watching some love-hate TV series hurriedly continued to practice, so as not to provoke the cold-faced female coach who didn't seem to be in a good mood until now, but they still couldn't help but occasionally fall their eyes in Feng Ling's direction.

It turns out that her name is Sealed Zero

Is it a zero or a number zero, or a zero bell, or a bell with a zero bell, or the spirit of the water spirit, it doesn't seem to match her style

Under the curious gaze of a group of people, the water cup in Feng Ling's hand suddenly spilled to the ground, and a full glass of water fell at her feet, splashing on the edge of her trouser legs, but obviously she didn't notice it herself, she was still sitting there without expression, and her eyes were also faint.

"What are you looking at" Feng Ling looked at them expressionlessly.

A group of male students thought absentmindedly, the water in the cup seemed to be very hot, and she didn't feel hot

Who the hell was that man just now?

For so long, they have often discussed privately what kind of man can subdue a woman like Coach Ah Ling, and it seems that Chen Beitian's rich young master can't suppress her at all, and he can't conquer her at all.

But the one who entered the door just now obviously found that Coach Ah Ling was a little shorter in all aspects and momentum.

Raising her eyes and looking at the short-haired woman sitting in front of her, she picked up the water cup on the ground lightly and gently put it aside, "If you look at it again, you will go straight to class, if you have any non-standard actions when you go on stage, and make jokes in front of students from all over the world, don't come to me to cry." ”

Li Nanheng looked at the time.

Minute by minute, Feng Ling still didn't get out of class.

He knew how seriously she was about everything, and she was the same as she was back then, but the nature of her work was different.

But she had a fever of thirty-nine degrees in the early hours of this morning, and he kept watch by her bedside for several hours, feeding her fever-reducing medicine, but apparently it did not have much effect, and went out in the morning to buy her some breakfast, and when he came back, he found that the woman had gone out to work.

Thinking of the still somewhat hot temperature he felt when he just held her wrist, the man stayed in this room, every minute and every second was torment, he opened the door outside, ignoring the martial arts hall owner and head coach next to him, intending to go out to breathe, and the sound of closing the door was earth-shattering.

After Feng Ling heard the sound of the door closing inside, he finally withdrew from his indifferent and expressionless state, and said to the male students who were practicing the movements, "Rest after practicing for another half an hour, I will check again at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and it can be over after making sure that it is neat and fine, you can continue first, and I will go to the bathroom." ”

She got up and walked out of the classroom, saw the empty reception room and the head coach and boss who were looking at her curiously in front of the office door, paused, didn't say anything, and walked in the direction of the bathroom without squinting.

Feng Ling didn't go to the toilet, she turned on the faucet and washed her face.

The weather is cold, the water is also very cold, and most of the martial arts halls are air-conditioned heating, so the water in the water pipe is not warm at all, the ice is as piercing as the frost and snow at the beginning, she took some water and splashed it on her face, the biting chill makes people feel a thrill.

Looking up in the mirror, she saw her wet self.

In the small space with abundant light, her pale face has nowhere to hide, because she is feverish, and there is a very shallow blush on her cheeks that does not look particularly normal, which cannot be seen without looking carefully, but it can still be found by looking in the mirror at such a close distance.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead, and then saw that her hand belonged to the woman's white and tender fingers, but there was a thin callus in the palm of her hand that had been sharpened by holding a gun for many years, although it was not obvious, but it had remained in her palm.

Just like her, after she stopped pretending to be a man, everyone who had seen her said she was beautiful and asked her why she had cut her hair so short and cut off the last bit of femininity.

She always just smiled faintly and didn't answer.

Her hair, her life, like her hands, looks good to others, but no one knows that she has a thin cocoon in it that can never be erased.

Looking at it, there were water droplets rolling down her palms on her face, she thought she was crying, she raised her face to look at the woman in the mirror, her eyes were dry, except for a little red bloodshot, there was no wetness at all.

She didn't cry when she was kicked out of the xi base in such an embarrassment, she didn't cry when she learned that Li Nanheng was married, and of course she can't cry now.

She was actually a little surprised by her indifferent temperament, why she couldn't stand the pain at the beginning, but she didn't even shed a single tear.

Feng Ling never thought of himself as a strong person.

She only felt that she was a child who grew up drinking wolf milk, and she was born with a heart of stone.

She shouldn't have feelings.