Eaten.

"Sister Wang, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Mark took his leave and left.

"Okay, Mr. Ma, I'll come often when I have time in the future." Wang Lanfang sent it to the door and said politely.

"Okay, Sister Wang, the food you cooked is delicious, and you will inevitably come to disturb me in the future, I hope you don't bother." Mark laughed.

"No trouble, no trouble." Wang Lanfang said with a smile.

"Mom, I'm going to the beauty salon, and I'm going with Teacher Ma." Wang Xiaomi said with a smile.

"Okay, slow down." Wang Lanfang said with a smile.

...

Send off Mark and Wang Xiaomi.

Wang Lanfang looked at the portrait of Wang Xiaomi's father with a complicated mood, and said: "Boss, you also saw that Teacher Ma just now, Xiaomi should like Teacher Ma, but Teacher Ma is married, and there are two children, age, that Teacher Ma is also a little older."

However, Mr. Ma's situation is not bad, he has a big house, a courtyard house, and a net worth of tens of millions.

I don't know if Mr. Ma likes millet or not.

Do you think you can give Xiaomi to that Mr. Ma? ”

...

In the car.

"Second uncle, you did well today." Wang Xiaomi said happily. As she spoke, she began to move her hands and feet, and once again she struck first.

"Xiaomi, don't move, drive." Mark said hurriedly. Wang Xiaomi is getting more and more powerful now, which makes Mark a little unbearable.

"Second uncle, your driving skills are good, don't be afraid!" Wang Xiaoxiao said with a smile. Her men didn't stop.

"I'm going to fight back!" At the traffic light, Mark hurriedly returned fire.

...

"Second uncle, I'm busy!" As soon as she arrived at the beauty salon, Wang Xiaomi hurriedly got out of the car and ran away, she was afraid that she would be caught by Mark and cleaned up.

"Hey, it's a shame to be bullied by a little girl!" Mark said with a depressed smile. All the way, he was bullied by Wang Xiaomi, and he didn't fight back much, and the traffic light time was too short.

...

School.

Basketball court.

Mark has classes in the afternoon.

"Let's start warming up, run five laps first!"

After a while, the students were allowed to move freely, and Mark stepped aside to rest. He wants to trade stocks on his phone.

"Dad, isn't Teacher Sun able to come to class?" Lu Kuan and Ma Li ran over and asked.

"Yes, something happened to his family, but the school should make other arrangements, and a new teacher will come soon, so you don't have to worry." Mark frowned.

"Teacher Ma, I don't know which hospital Mr. Sun is in, we want to go and see him." Lu Kuan whispered. He was still a little afraid of Mark, after all, he liked Mary.

"You can't go to see Teacher Sun, so let's study with peace of mind." Mark said casually.

"Dad, why can't we go?" Mary asked.

"Because the rules don't allow it!" Mark said casually.

"What's the rule? How I don't know. Mary wondered.

"Of course it's the school's rules, you don't know if you haven't read the school rules and discipline, go back and take a good look." Mark said impatiently.

"What a rule?" Mary left unhappy. Lu Kuan followed closely.

Looking at Mary, Mark thought:

"Mary doesn't go to concerts much these days.

After she knew that Qiu Feng was Wang Xiaomi's ex-boyfriend, she didn't like Qiu Feng anymore, and she also had an aversion to the reflector.

During this time, her study status was quite good.

That Lu Kuan is a good seedling, the material of Tsinghua University and Peking University. It's just that he should get a green card in the future and serve the ugly people.

Ma Li's words, let her apply for Western University of Technology. ”

...

At night.

Gym.

Lounge.

"Teacher, I've inquired about the situation at the Kirsa Taekwondo Gym." Ding Ming hurriedly said.

"Let's talk about it." Mark took a sip of water and said casually.

"Teacher, last night that Park Myung-tao was a disciple of their hall owner Park Sung-seok, Park Sung-seok is a fourth-dan master of taekwondo black belt, and I heard that one kick can break the steel plate.

Kelsa is on Guangming Street, not far from our gym, and I heard that there are two black belt masters, who are not weak, and they can kick people's ribs at will.

They have a lot of students, most of them are not weak, and a few of them are black belts...

It is said that when they first built the museum, they kicked several nearby martial arts halls, and a national martial arts master was also broken leg, and there was a lot of commotion at that time.

Later, a master of national art came to the door, but he didn't take any advantage.

In short, this stick Guokai's martial arts gym is not easy to mess with. Ding Ming said with an ugly face.

"Well, I know, when I have time to go to their taekwondo gym, we can't always be beaten passively, we have to take the initiative." Mark said casually. He doesn't care about anything with a white belt or a black belt, as long as it's not a firearm or something in his eyes, it's generally fine.

Thinking of firearms, Mark was a little tempted, and he planned to find time to go to a shooting club and learn how to shoot.

Pistols, rifles, machine guns, etc., I don't know what services shooting clubs have, I have to go and see as soon as possible, these action skills should be very easy to get started, and when the time comes, I will go straight to the kryptonite.

You can also go to the place where you shoot and learn archery.

Go to the horseback riding field and learn to ride a horse.

You can also learn to fly a helicopter, a tank, or something.

If there is a place where you can shoot artillery, you can also learn how to shoot artillery.

There are many skills that can be learned, and so on.

Mark thought for a moment.

"Teacher, you'd better not go, right? We're a gym, not a martial arts gym, so we can't fight with them. Ding Ming hesitated.

"Mr. Ding, now that it's happened, do you think the people of the stick country will give up?" Mark laughed.

"Teacher, if we don't go to them, they won't come again, right?" Ding Mingdao.

"You, the people of the stick country are not from the Xia country, they are foreigners! Foreigners are treated preferentially in the Xia country, and foreigners have a sense of superiority in the Xia country, do you think people will let us natives go? Mark laughed.

"What then? We can't keep fighting them, can we? Ding Ming said worriedly.

"You can't fight them all the time, but let's get past the level in front of you first." Mark laughed.

"Okay, teacher, you're tired." Ding Ming said gratefully. 、

"It's nothing, I'm going to class."

...

"It's all warmed up, let's start practicing boxing!" Mark shouted.

"Coach, look, the sticks are here again!"

"Coach, the leader is a black belt at the Kirsa Taekwondo Gym, named Park Jung-sen."

"Coach, we can see you again today!"

"yes, Coach, you're going to beat the sticks to the hospital again!"

"Teacher, what should I do?" , Ding Ming immediately ran to Mark's side and asked.

"Don't be afraid, go, see what they're going to do?" Mark greeted him directly.

"Excuse me, you're a horse instructor, right?" Park Jung-sen said politely. He speaks fluent Chinese, with a bit of a Beijing accent. He is slightly short, dark-skinned, and ugly-looking.

"Yes, I am, you're Park Jeong-sen from Kelsa, right?" Mark asked casually.

"Exactly! Coach Ma, on behalf of the owner of the Park Sung-seok Hall, I will make an appointment with you, and in a month, His Excellency Park Sung-seok will compete with you at the Kirsa Dojo. Park Jung-sen said politely, and at the same time handed out the battle post.

"Okay, I agreed. However, it is possible that I will go to the Korsa gym in a few days, and when the time comes, anyone can fight me, and so can you. Mark casually provoked.

"Accompany us at any time, let's go." Park Jung-sen shouted. He didn't choose to fight Mark, but hurried away.

"Gone so soon." Mark was a little speechless. He originally wanted to fight Park Zhengsen and send him to the hospital first, but Park Zhengsen ran away.

"Teacher, do you really want to go to the appointment?" Ding Ming hurriedly asked.

"Of course." Mark rightly did.

"Coach Ma, when the time comes, we will go and cheer you on!"

"yes, Coach, we're all going to cheer you on!"

"Coach, when are you going to play in the gym, we will go to the stadium!"

"Coach, kill those sticks!"

"yes, Coach, knock the sticks down!"

...

"Alright, let's move on to class!" , Mark shouted.