Chapter 567

Country H, a taekwondo gym.

The eight sparring masters of the dojo stood in two columns, and in the center was a slender woman, although she was wearing a wide taekwondo costume, the black belt was curvaceous and slender waist, and the coarse linen clothes could not hide her dusty temperament and beautiful innocence.

"Yan Zhengling, you are too arrogant. Challenge all the sparring partners in our gym at the same time, and I think you're going to lose. One of the sparring trainers was unconvinced.

The woman wore a high ponytail, and her long, black and shiny hair fell wildly to her shoulders. It contrasts with her palm-sized face. Her face has jade porcelain-like skin, and her facial features are like a painting, unfolding the picture scroll, and the sun is like fire.

Yan Zhengling kicked out with a long leg, and the sparring partner who hit him shook immediately, but praised insincerely, "Yes, my strength is much stronger than before." ”

Yan Zhengling's progress stems from the fact that she has a solid foundation. After two years of orderly recuperation, physical exercise, and the guidance of famous teachers, she is not afraid of hard training and meditation day after day. Her taekwondo has taken a qualitative leap.

When Yan Zhengling knocked the eight sparring partners to the ground, the director of the gym walked out with a smile and said, "It turns out that Hanbao's talent benefits from his mother's excellent genes. ”

Yan Zhengling was eager to try, "For the arrival of this day, you don't know how much sweat and tears I shed. If you win the battle, the old lady will wave goodbye to country H, and never come to this sad place again. ”

The sparring trainers looked at each other, "We know how much sweat you've shed." But how many tears did you shed, and what do you mean? ”

Yan Zhengling said, "In order to achieve today's glory, I bid farewell to my dearest relatives, and the pain of leaving my hometown is not something you can understand." Come on.! ”

"Hmm."

Coming out of the gym, Yan Zhengling looked at the blue sky and showed a charming and elegant smile. "Brother, I'm coming back, wait for me."

The imperial capital is shrouded in clouds and twilight.

Yan Zhengling said, "No, it's more about inheriting his father's talent." ”

Yan Zhengling hugged the loving curator and said gratefully, "Curator, thank you for helping me in the past two years. I'm going back home. I'll miss you. ”

The curator said with emotion, "You and Hanbao are the best students I have ever accepted in my life. I'm so proud of you. ”

Zhan Tingcheng sighed helplessly, "He has made up his mind, let's go, staying will only make him worried." ”

Zhan Tingcheng supported Yu Qianqian and walked in front of Zhan Han Jue, "Jue! ”

Zhan Han Jue turned around slowly, he was only wearing a white shirt, and the sudden change in the weather made him look a little thinly dressed.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt tore the sky, and the bean-like raindrops hit the grass, trees, bricks and tiles of the tourmaline manor, and the sound of the rain poured into the brain like a magic sound, which made people feel very uneasy when they heard it.

Zhan Hanjue stood in front of the carved window in the hall of Xiangding Garden, quietly looking at the rain beating plantains outside the window. There was a helpless voice from Zhanting Cheng and Yu Qianqian.

"Tingcheng, you go and talk to Jue'er, can we not leave?"

Zhan Han Jue didn't accept his affection, his eyes were cold, and he said, "I'm not cold." I sneezed, maybe someone missed me. ”

What he said was told to him by Zheng Ling a long, long time ago.

Battle Court City sighed weakly. "How long are you going to hate me?"

He couldn't help but sneeze.

Yu Qianqian reminded him with concern, "Jue'er, wear one more piece of clothing." ”

Zhan Tingcheng saw the jacket on the sofa, staggered over, and handed the clothes to Zhan Hanjue, "Put it on, don't worry your mother." ”

Zhan Han Jue stared at him coldly, "I don't even have the qualifications to hate you. ”

Yu Qianqian exclaimed in surprise, "Jue'er, you know he is your ......"

The Battle Lord nodded.

Yu Qianqian looked at Zhanting City, and then at Zhan Hanjue, tears welled up in her eyes.