With the question of 'Coach Qiuping', the students who were training were all focused on Luo Yang.

The eyes of boys and girls are completely different.

The girl's eyes were full of maternal love and pity - poor Prince Zhengtai, this time it is going to suffer, so pitiful!

In the boy's eyes, there is more schadenfreude and dark color - little white face, this time you are miserable, either dead or injured! Who made you look so handsome and have such a white face?! You think you're a Korean little Zhengtai, you deserve to be killed!

"Transfer students?"

Coach Qiuping looked Luo Yang up and down, and the more he looked, the more contempt and dissatisfaction in his eyes became thicker, and his brows almost wrinkled into the word 'Chuan'.

"Don't make excuses to be lazy!" Coach Qiuping said sternly: "Look at yourself, thin arms and legs, your face is still so bad, you can know at a glance that you are a sick man who is weak and sick!" ”

But I heard a girl whispering in a low voice: "What's wrong with the sick seedling?" I like the melancholy-eyed, taciturn, and sickly 'Prince's Palace', oops...... It's so cute, come to my sister...... No, come to Mom, I offer you the warmest embrace, my little prince! ”

"Quiet!"

Lu Jiahu, the 'class representative' standing behind Qiu Ping, said in a deep voice.

In the taekwondo classroom, there was silence. The students, who were still training against each other, stopped one after another, paying attention to the further development of the situation.

"Juvenile aspirations, national aspirations. If the youth is strong, the country will be strong! ”

Coach Qiuping actually shouted inspirational slogans.

Luo Yang is very helpless - Lao Tzu is almost thirty years old, what years are missing, at most it is a sassy year!

"I am a beautiful Chinese person, but I have always been labeled as the 'sick man of East Asia', why is this?" Coach Qiuping glared angrily, pointed at Luo Yang, hated him with a face, and said bitterly: "It's because there are too many young people like you who are not angry!" Poor physique is not an excuse, laziness and lack of progress are the original sin! ”

Looking at Coach Qiuping, who was about to beat his chest, Luo Yang covered his head, sad and indignant - who the hell did I provoke, didn't I just want to sleep and take a nap? How did you encounter such a strange feeling of 'worrying about the sky', and still have a patriotic feeling of 'the rise and fall of the country, the husband is responsible', even if the 'great task from heaven' can't fall on you, a 'dead (Si) person'!

"Ahem, ahem...... That one...... Coach, taekwondo doesn't seem to be a traditional martial art in Huaxia, right? ”

Luo Yang coughed weakly, giving full play to the temperament of the 'sick son'.

Be quiet!

Extreme silence!

The girls were shocked, their eyes widened, and they covered their mouths, afraid that they couldn't help but exclaim.

The boys were also shocked, and then turned into schadenfreude - little white face, you are looking for death!

Qian Wei quietly walked to Luo Yang's side and secretly pulled Luo Yang's clothes.

Luo Yang's heart warmed, but he pretended not to feel it, and looked at Coach Qiuping blankly.

Coach Qiuping's cheeks twitched, and Yan Sù's face became iron blue!

Luo Yang's words, idiots can understand the meaning - if you are really so patriotic, why don't you teach the traditional martial arts of Huaxia, but teach Taekwondo with Goryeo sticks? Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, a typical deception and stealing fame!

"Bold! Do you dare to contradict the coach in class, you are a 'sick number', do you want to die? Lu Jia shouted angrily.

Coach Qiuping's face was blue and white for a while, and it took a long time to come to his senses, and there was a hint of resentment hidden in his eyes, he waved his hand at Lu Jia behind him, and pretended to be generous and said: "Classmate, for the sake of you as a layman, I don't care about you!" Sue sù, do you hear me...... In fact, taekwondo is also a school of Chinese martial arts, in ancient times, a leg method from China to Goryeo, is the prototype of taekwondo, and later after some improvements, it has been handed down to this day, which is now taekwondo! ”

Blow! Keep blowing!

Anyway, it's so old that there's no way to verify it, and the typical 'death has no proof', you can say whatever you want!

This Qiuping coach is so-so in kung fu, but the shamelessness of the Korean people has been learned by him! He also came to a trick of 'one stroke to return the other'.

Didn't the Goryeo stick say, Confucius is their ancestor, and Chinese characters were also invented by them. But this coach Chen Ping is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he actually snatched the 'taekwondo' back to China, and unilaterally forcibly let taekwondo 'recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors', if the Goryeo taekwondo community knows, I don't know what the reaction will be?

"Never been exposed to taekwondo before? Well, it doesn't matter, from nothing, who will be born as soon as they are born! Coach Qiuping said: "Who is willing to practice with this classmate, so that he can have a 'deep' understanding of taekwondo!" ”

"Me!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

A group of girls scrambled to raise their hands, fearing that someone else would be the first to take it.

I want to take the opportunity to 'go on a blind date' with Luo Yang, and rub the oil by the way!

Coach Qiuping frowned and said loudly: "Which male classmate volunteered!" ”

"Me!"

Seeing that many boys were ready to raise their hands, and even Lu Jia, who was standing behind Qiu Ping, was eager to try, Luo Yang's tablemate Qian Wei was the first to raise his hand.

"Good! That's you! ”

Chen Ping looked at Qian Wei and said pointedly: "You must practice with this classmate well, so that he can have an intuitive and profound understanding of 'Taekwondo'!" ”

Qiu Ping said in an accentuated voice on the word 'profound'.

The boys, with a cruel smile on their faces, couldn't have understood what the coach meant, that is, to give color to this little white face who doesn't know the height of the sky!

Luo Yang shook his head secretly - this Qiuping coach's martial arts strength is probably already at an end, and it will be difficult to improve it again!

How big the heart is, how big the stage is.

The martial arts mentality determines the achievements in martial arts.

With his narrow-mindedness that can't tolerate people, it is a blessing to have today's strength!

Luo Yang's face was frightened, and he said in a trembling voice: "Coach, I ......"

"Classmate, don't be afraid, I'm sure that classmate will pay attention to proportion!"

A smug look flashed in Akihei's eyes, and he used 'pay attention to proportion' instead of 'point to the end, don't hurt anyone'.

This means obviously that he is suing Qian Wei, as long as you 'pay attention to proportion', don't kill or cripple, practice and learn, fists and feet have no eyes, and it is always inevitable to suffer a small injury!

Luo Yang walked to the middle of the ring tremblingly, and bowed to Qian Wei pretending to be like in TV.

Then, in full view of one or two hundred people, an astonishing scene appeared......

Looking at this amazing scene, all the students had strange expressions on their faces, and the corners of their mouths twitched, obviously holding back a smile......

And Coach Qiuping's face showed a look of anger......