After Fang Bingqing went downstairs along the stairs, he went straight to the classroom of the Pinshi class.

Regarding the matter of letting her take the quality class, Nie Guoan had not discussed it with her before.

But she understands the result.

Most of the students in the competitive class participate in the competition, and she is still young and has no experience in leading people to compete, so she is not suitable for leading the competitive class.

The stunt class has high requirements for hand skills, foot skills, footwork, etc., and it is very hard to bring a stunt class.

Although she has always been able to endure hardships, this hardship is still... If you can save it, you can save it.

In comparison, the quality class is very different.

Many taekwondo enthusiasts are more aware of and learn about the competition, but in fact, the quality is the true soul and essence of taekwondo.

The quality pays attention to the action, psychology, momentum, soul and the deeper contemplation and sublimation of the meaning of each move and style of actual combat.

Therefore, quality is actually the basis of competition.

Fang Bingqing has a high understanding of taekwondo, which is one of the reasons why she can be admitted to her current rank at such a young age.

Thinking like this, Fang Bingqing had already come to the door of the quality class.

The time for class has not yet arrived, Li Feibai is not here, and the students are all chatting together.

Thinking that he was still a new teacher, going in now would definitely make the students uncomfortable, so Fang Bingqing put down his hand to push the door, and leaned against the wall on the side to wait for Li Feibai.

As she waited, the sound of the students talking came into her ears from time to time.

"Coach Fang looks very young, is he twenty years old?"

"Twenty at most, I guess."

"It's amazing, to be our coach at such a young age."

"Yes, yes, my sister is twenty-five years old this year, and even I can't beat it. It's too vegetable! ”

“…”

"You say, Coach Fang is so young, he won't still be in school, right?"

"I must have gone to college, otherwise I wouldn't have the time to come to us for a part-time job."

“…”

"By the way, don't you think Coach Fang is particularly like an online writer?"

"Isn't it super like the graceful !! of Xiongwen literature?"

"Ahhh!!h I really like Pianwan's style, and I have read every one of her books!! ”

"My best friend went to Pianwan's book signing, and when she came back to show me the photos, she really looks super like our Coach Fang."

"No, how could it be such a coincidence?"

"Also, the great god should be writing books now, where is the time to come here to work part-time? Besides, Wanwan is not short of money. ”

“…”

"Eh, aren't any of you curious about Coach Wen?"

"Huh?"

"Coach Wen is a big president, why did he agree to come to our martial arts hall as a coach?"

"Are you sober, Coach Emeritus, OK?"

"dei, the honorary coach is just a name, it seems that our martial arts hall is awesome, in fact, the big guy Wen doesn't teach!"

"Hmm~ Makes sense..."

“…”

When Fang Bingqing heard this, he nodded in agreement,

In her opinion, the same is true of the role of the 'honorary coach'.

The students in the classroom continued to talk, and the more they talked, the more energetic they became.

"No, Coach Wen's company has invested in so many martial arts halls and educational institutions, why did he come to us as an 'honorary coach'?"

"Hey, I'm going to be excited again when you say that."

"I have a bold idea..."

"Xiaomi, please speak your mind boldly."

"Do you think this Coach Wen should be..."

"What should it be? What are you going to say? I hate it to death~"

“… He can't be chasing the coach?!!! ”。

"Ah?!!!h