It is impossible for Mo Xiaoran to answer the question raised by Hua Wenqing, she is still a sophomore in high school, how can she calmly face things like love.

"I'm just worried about my classmates." Mo Xiaoran disguised that even if she liked Han Yichen again, she would not say it to Hua Wenqing.

Hua Wenqing smiled lightly on her face, and no longer asked, Mo Xiaoran's weak expression was already telling herself that she liked Han Yichen. Hua Wenqing's heart was a little bitter, and he would not show his heart to Mo Xiaoran, maybe now is the best state.

In the next few days, Mo Xiaoran did not skip class anymore, and Hua Wenqing, who was the first in the grade, still easily asked for leave. started the job of escorting Li Simeng.

Everything was very ordinary and plain, until one day, when Hua Wenqing found a few people secretly looking at Li Simeng, he knew that the people Han Yichen said had appeared.

Hua Wenqing found that the person headed by him seemed to have injuries on his face, and he was not completely healed.

The fat man's face injury is really not complete, today because of some things at home, he is extremely unhappy, and he was accused by his father of not being able to beat people in a fight, what kind of man is he.

In a fit of anger, the fat man came to the school gate of Jiangcheng again, this time he did not come to find Li Simeng, but to find Han Yichen. It's just that Li Simeng has entered the bookstore, and Han Yichen has never appeared.

The fat man thought about entering the bookstore and asking Li Simeng where the kid who beat him that day was. As soon as I entered the bookstore, I saw He Huaide sitting there, looking at the book very indifferently, just glanced at the fat man, and the fat man felt empty.

This old man He is a well-known old teacher in their neighborhood. For some reason, the fat man had no idea of looking for trouble, flipped through a few books at random, and left quietly.

And after Hua Wenqing found out about all this, he quickly dialed Han Yichen's phone.

"Yi Chen, I think the people you mentioned have appeared." Hua Wenqing stared at the group of people who came out of the bookstore and said to Han Yichen.

Han Yichen sat up from the hospital bed immediately, ignoring the surprised gaze of the clinician, and asked nervously into the mobile phone: "Did they embarrass her?" ”

When Hua Wenqing heard Han Yichen's excited voice, he hurriedly comforted: "Anla, your little girlfriend is in the bookstore, and those people have just left." ”

Han Yichen didn't pay attention to the words of his little girlfriend in Huawenqing's words, but continued to ask: "Is there a chubby bastard?" ”

"Do you mean the fat guy with a wound on his face?" Hua Wenqing thought about it, and only the guy with a wound on his face could be regarded as next to him, and the tall one next to him could only be said to be strong.

"Yes, that's him!" Han Yichen immediately knew who the person Hua Wenqing was talking about, wasn't it the fat man he beat and smashed that day.

"You can't beat it, right?" Hua Wenqing thought, what does Han Yichen's violent appearance look like?

"It's light." Han Yichen really regretted that he didn't work hard enough, and he came out and jumped again so soon, he should let the fat man not get out of bed for half a month.

"You really beat it, you can actually that fat man with your little arms and legs?" Hua Wenqing teased in his mouth, but he was very shocked in his heart, how much did Han Yichen care about Li Simeng, he always thought that Han Yichen was a very smart and weak scholar, but he didn't expect it to be such a terrifying deadly scholar.

"Thank you." Han Yichen did not continue to talk to Huawen Qing, but sincerely said thank you.

Hua Wenqing was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "The relationship between the two of us is polite." ”

In the evening, Hua Wenqing regretted it, he should really be polite to Han Yichen.

This unhappiness tired him down.

"I said Yi Chen, what are you trying to do with these things?" Hua Wenqing moved a big sandbag and panted and asked Han Yichen.

"Get fit." Han Yichen smiled and explained.

It's no wonder that Hua Wenqing is strange, only three hours after talking on the phone with Han Yichen, a big truck came downstairs at home, which was full of some fitness equipment, and Hua Wenqing was called by Han Yichen as a coolie before he could figure out the situation.

Han Yichen vacated the largest room in the house and began to fiddle with these equipment, which made Hua Wenqing bitter, and if he wanted to complain, Han Yichen always said that the relationship between the two of us is not polite.

You're welcome! Hua Wenqing thought he was cheap.

In the early morning of the next day, Hua Wenqing was extremely reluctant and got up with extreme difficulty, but he found that Han Yichen was not at home? Is this still a sick number?

Han Yichen came to the hospital early in the morning, and he wanted to ask the doctor about something.

"In your case, exercise does not affect your body, but you have to pay more attention to your diet, you hurt your stomach this time, and you should pay more attention to your diet in the future." The doctor looked at the handsome young man in front of him and patiently explained: "Why are you in such a hurry to be discharged from the hospital, your stomach should be recuperated more." ”

"Thank you." Han Yichen just spit out two words lightly, indicating his decision.

The doctor is helpless, this little young man is still so precious to words, and he doesn't know who he learned so coldly.

Where is Han Yichen cold, he grew up abroad since he was a child, originally used Chinese less, and because of skin color problems, he did not have too many friends abroad, so he was usually a little taciturn.

It's not cold, it's introverted.

Therefore, Han Yichen is more often accompanied by books and learns a lot of things, which also has a lot to do with his ability to adapt to Huaxia's teaching so quickly.

And a lot of what he learned was taught to him by his grandfather and his mother.

In particular, his mother, Han Luomei, taught him too much about Chinese culture.

After coming out of the hospital, Han Yichen took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and began to search.

"Quick?" A sturdy man looked at the young boy in front of him, a little incredible, this boy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, but the confidence and composure he showed made him a little frightened.

"Yes, the sooner the better."

The boy's tone was very light and light, and the sturdy man couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but he was a little dissatisfied in his heart. How can there be any quick success, if you want to learn some moves on your body, which ones are not honed in ten or eight years, how can you achieve them quickly if you want to?

"You're the best in the neighborhood, so I trust you."

It was Han Yichen who spoke, he searched for several decent martial arts halls nearby to learn martial arts, and in comparison, only this one satisfied Han Yichen.

"Little young man, you may not know that martial arts is not an overnight thing......"

"Twenty thousand." Han Yichen directly interrupted the sturdy man's ideological indoctrination and lightly made a price.

"What?" The sturdy man was stopped by Han Yichen's sudden words, he was the owner of this martial arts hall, and he inherited his father's inheritance and continued to maintain it. It has always been a dismal business, and today someone actually took the initiative to come to the door, he was already very surprised, but he was actually a young man when he came up, and he wanted to do it quickly!

The sturdy man was actually disappointed in his heart.