And at this time, Xiaokang was still venting his humble and twisted jealousy in his heart on this beautiful bouquet of roses! With his stinky feet, he stepped on the bouquet one after another.

Finally, the bouquet of flowers was completely trampled, and the corners of Xiaokang's mouth raised a happy smile.

"Hahaha! That's what it looks like! Now this stinky shit sends flowers! Just like himself! It's dirty and ugly! Xiaokang said with a wink.

Wen Bingjie clenched her fists and stared at Xiaokang.

Xiaokang shrugged his shoulders and said, "What? Mr. Wen? Are you angry? I'm not targeting you, I'm just trying to help you get rid of this stinky shit, this kind of man doesn't deserve your beauty and excellence, and can be worthy of your man......"

Xiaokang gritted his teeth and said cheekily: "It's just me!" Only I can be worthy of you! Mr. Wen! Actually, I've always had a crush on you, but you've always been too cold to me, so I didn't have the courage to confess, and now I have to show my heart! Otherwise, you're going to be snatched away by this stinky shit frustrated man! ”

Wang Xiaoan frowned and said to Xiaokang: "Hey! Who do you say is a stinky shit frustrated man? ”

"Who else! Of course it's you! Xiaokang sneered.

Wang Xiaoan shook his head and chuckled: "Then you were beaten by me just now!" Does it mean that you are not even as good as a stinky shit frustration man? So what are you? Rat poop sissy? ”

The title of "rat poop sissy" was too joyful, and there was a burst of laughter around him.

Xiaokang's face turned pale, but he didn't expect that he would lose to Wang Xiaoan in the strength of sarcasm, which he was most proud of!

Xiaokang stomped his feet very much, no longer bothered Wang Xiao'an, turned his head, and continued to look at Wen Bingjie with blazing eyes.

"Teacher Wen, please accept my wishes! With me, there is only good for you, no harm! As long as you become the daughter-in-law of our Zhou family, you will be the curator of this Bingxin Daoist Hall in the future! It's yours! Moreover, my grandfather is also a director in the sports institute, and he will do his best to cover you! Xiaokang said with earnest eyes.

Wen Bingjie frowned, although this martial arts hall was named after her, she was a physical education teacher who had just graduated for three years, no matter how strong her professional strength was, it was impossible for her to have the ability and qualifications to manage the entire gym.

The curator has another person, that is, Zhou Yuansong, the grandfather of Xiaokang, and the director of the taekwondo department of Jinhai Sports School, Wen Bingjie is just a working boy.

What's more, Wen Bingjie is a fourth-dan "plain" black belt in taekwondo, and can only serve as a gym teacher, that is, the qualification of the head coach.

The position of curator requires five stages of taekwon.

Although according to Wen Bingjie's strength, he is qualified to be promoted to the fifth dan, but the taekwondo association's hierarchy system is extremely strict, and no matter how strong his strength is, he must be over thirty years old to be promoted to the fifth dan.

At this time, Xiaokang added: "Moreover, Mr. Wen, when you reach the age of thirty and want to continue to upgrade to the fifth stage of the assessment, you will not be able to pass the assessment if you have the strength, after all, there is no standard for the audit, it is all up to the predecessors of the Taekwondo Association to manually audit, whether you can pass or not, but it depends on their attitude, in this case, it is very important to have acquaintances......

Wen Bingjie snorted coldly and looked at Xiaokang with disdain.

"You know these dark box operations very well! I've experienced it many times! Wen Bingjie said.

Xiaokang was not ashamed, but smiled proudly, and the smile was very proud.

In fact, the strength of the well-off has not reached the level of the green belt at all.

After all, according to the level of a normal taekwondo green belt apprentice, he would not be so embarrassed by Wang Xiaoan, an ordinary person with brute strength, with three punches and two feet.

Xiaokang's girly personality, thin physique, and usually not good training, the real level, supporting death is a level higher than the lowest level of white and yellow belt.

He was able to have such a large green belt across levels, thanks to the written test of his martial arts theory experience during the annual assessment, and he wrote the essay "My Curator Grandpa".

"Teacher Wen, many times, there is nothing in vain! It's useless! You still have to be smart, you just passed the assessment of the fourth stage of the black belt at the age of twenty-five, and served as the teacher of our gym, and the future is immeasurable! Don't narrow the road! You know what I mean? Xiaokang put his hand on Wen Bingjie's fragrant shoulder, the young face that was obviously still extremely immature, but it was full of the greasy and sophisticated old man, which must have been learned from his father and grandfather.

Wen Bingjie forcefully pushed away Xiaokang's hand.

"Well-off! I have a student of such immoral decay as you! What a shame! And you still use this inferior way to confess to me! It makes me sick to the extreme! Wen Bingjie said coldly.

Xiaokang's face changed greatly, and his heart, which was already extremely sensitive and inferior, suddenly became angry!

Xiaokang took out his mobile phone and said very loudly: "Grandpa! You bring someone with you! Our gym has been kicked in! I was beaten badly! Teacher Wen actually shielded the people who kicked the gym! This woman who eats inside and out! Must be punished! Hurry up! ”

Hanging up the phone, Xiaokang looked at Wang Xiaoan and Wen Bingjie viciously.

"What I can't get! No one else can imagine it! Mr. Wen! I'll ruin you! Xiaokang roared angrily.

Wen Bingjie pursed her lips and looked at Xiaokang with contempt.

"Ruined me? Who do you think you are? ”

Ten minutes later, Zhou Yuansong, who was wearing an open Tang costume and walking in a tiger's style, walked in with a few young students in Taoist clothes.

Xiaokang hurriedly ran over, and then added fuel and vinegar to Zhou Yuansong to tell Zhou Yuansong what happened, which must also distort the facts.

Zhou Yuansong, who looks like he is in his early sixties, has extremely sharp eyes, his figure is extremely thin, and there are few hairs on the top of his head, like an old monkey.

Zhou Yuansong looked at Wang Xiaoan with an unkind expression, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

"Boy, although you are studying in the gym and are disabled, you actually made a trick to sneak attack our well-off! That's not a competition! I'm sure you'll be left without food! Zhou Yuansong said viciously, and at the same time put his hands in a posture.

Hearing this, Lombard sneered disdainfully.

"Sure enough, the grandson is shameless, and the grandfather is shameless! In the gym, even if it is a monkey stealing peaches from the next three roads, it is also part of the competition! Are you still the curator? How can you distort the truth like this? It's nothing more than a reason to take care of your calves and give your grandson a gas! Hmph, but you want to move a hair of our young master? Get past me first! I don't know what level you are at this old monkey, but I'm just like I did with that little girl! With just one finger! Lombard snorted coldly.

The surrounding students in the gym had excited eyes blooming with excitement, and they had a good show to watch.