Han Yong is twenty-eight years old this year, according to the current market where men will become more and more flavorful after the age of thirty, he is in the stage where his grandmother does not love his uncle and does not love girls, but his toned figure and handsome appearance still fascinate many big girls and little daughters-in-law.

He is the swimming coach of Shenghao Natatorium, before he became a coach, he was a member of the Hebei Provincial Swimming Team, entered the team at the age of fourteen, and left until he left at the age of twenty-five. However, with his experience, being a swimming coach is not a problem at all.

With his qualifications, it would not be a problem to start his own swimming class, but he still chose to be a coach at Shenghao - because there are so many beautiful women here. Moreover, not only are there many beauties, but the grade of the beauties is not low, who can come here to play, which family has no money? What's more, he likes to see the panicked expression of the beautiful woman and the action of hugging him tightly when he teaches the beautiful woman to swim.

Today happened to be his class, and as a result, when he saw Xue Wen sitting on the shore in a bikini, his eyes suddenly began to shine small stars.

This dream lover of countless men in China actually came here, and he was dressed so sexily, it was really an opportunity not to be missed.

So, while shaking his muscles, he walked to Xue Wen's side, and regardless of whether Xue Wen wanted it or not, he sat in the south and the north and talked eloquently that day.

Bold, careful, and thick-skinned, this is the highest tenet of pickled girls that he has always believed in. It doesn't matter if you are a goddess or a rotten girl, as long as you carry out this seven-character mantra to the end, you will always win it.

Yan Murong's appearance and Xue Wen's actions made Han Yong very unhappy. The men in the world are all virtuous, and the goddess in their hearts is the most difficult to see smiling at another man, showing tenderness. But he is not stupid, he also knows that no one who can come to Shenghao to consume is easy to mess with. Except, of course, for those white-collar workers who come to enjoy themselves once in a while - but the man who can make Xue Wen show her tenderness to her is certainly not a small white-collar worker.

"Hello this gentleman, I am the coach of Shenghao Natatorium, my name is Han Yong, is there anything you need my help with?" Han Yong had a smile on his face again, looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"Nope." Yan Murong didn't say much, and after answering two words, he sat down, looked at Han Yong, who was still standing on the side, and asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yes sir." Han Yong said with a smile. "We in Shenghao have a rule to provide perfect service to every guest who comes here - I see that Miss Xue Wen has never been in the water, does she not know how to swim?"

This excuse is perfect, and even if the perfect Yan Murong wants him to leave, it is not easy to say it too directly.

People are thinking about the guests, you can't say anything, right?

"No, he'll teach me."

Without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, Xue Wen preemptively said. "My friend told me just now that if he goes to the Olympics, it won't be a problem if he wins the championship."

Isn't this woman looking for trouble, Yan Murong was depressed enough. Originally, just two sentences could send people away, but she came with such a sentence.

The peer is a rival, the iron striker can't hear that others play better than his iron, the cook can't listen to others cooking better than him, the young lady can't listen to others better than her work -- the swimming coach can't listen to others swimming better than him.

Han Yong has been a professional athlete for many years, not to mention a gold medal, and he has never won a silver medal, but he is also a professional anyway, and he refuses to believe that a non-professional can have this ability. If that were the case, the athletes who had been training rigorously since childhood might as well wash up and go to bed.

"Sir, I've been a professional swimmer for nine years, and I saw your swimming posture just now, it doesn't seem to be very standard." Han Yong said more tactfully, but the meaning of his words was very obvious, that is, to tell Yan Murong, your posture is not standard at all, and you dare to brag about what Olympic champion you won? Are you a liar? Even if you want to rely on bragging to pick up girls, do you want to find a cow that you are good at to blow?

"Oh? Isn't it standard? Yan Murong asked with interest.

"The posture is not standard." Han Yong said. "You just used freestyle, and I saw that your arms were not fully extended, so the bending of your arms would affect the trajectory of the water flow and increase the resistance, and it would also affect your speed."

"Oh, I'm not good at freestyle." Yan Murong said indifferently. "I used to use dogs to plane."

Hearing Yan Murong's words, Han Yong almost burst out laughing. Look, the cowhide is blown up, right?

However, Yan Murong's later words made Han Yong want to vomit blood—of course, he wanted to vomit blood when he laughed.

Yan Murong said that even if he used a dog planing, he was faster than him.

"This gentleman, I really want to see it, I wonder if I can compete with you?" Han Yongqiang endured the smile that kept surging up in his heart, and challenged Yan Murong with a serious face.

"Not comparable." Yan Murong refused directly without thinking about it, he hates such people, you can pick up girls, why do you always want to belittle others and elevate yourself? If this guy directly challenged him, maybe he would still be interested in competing, but Yan Murong really couldn't be interested in this kind of method.

Han Yong died depressedly, thinking, this guy is still not a man, others have to fight even if they know that they are invincible, he is good, he directly refused without thinking about it, which made him not know what to say next, and there was a feeling that a dog biting a hedgehog could not be eaten. Obviously, the agitation method had little effect on him.

"Haha, Brother Yan, we really have fate."

Just when Han Yong was thinking about whether to leave or stay, a loud laugh came into Yan Murong's ears, and when he turned his head, Ning Kun, who was also wearing a swimsuit, was walking towards him, and next to him was replaced by a woman, who was on par with Xue Wen in terms of height and appearance, if you had to pick out a little gap, it was that the woman's temperament was not as good as Xue Wen. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is enough to be called a goddess.

"Fate is such a nuisance." Yan Murong said. "Don't tell me this is your property too."

"You're right." Ning Kun smiled and said. "It's really my property here."

"You're glad you admit it." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "Aren't you afraid that I'll come with you?"

"If you want, I'll give it to you."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"You're so generous, it really makes me a little weird."

"I'm telling the truth." Ning Kun said. "As long as you open your mouth, I will offer it with both hands."

"You can see that you are telling the truth." Yan Murong had an expression on his face that I believe in you. "In that case, give it to me."