Shen Jiaoyue looked at Miss Zhang apologetically and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was too emotional just now, and I didn't target you, I just felt that I was very useless like this, but I couldn't get rid of it." ”

"I understand, but Fu Beimo's person is really indifferent, if you want to take him down, it's common to spend a little bit of effort."

The two are as reconciled as ever, and Shen Jiaoyue is back to the same as before, as elegant and calm as ever.

The next day, Fu Beimo finished handling the company's affairs, pushed the other trips back as much as possible, and got on the flight early.

He hurried to the judo gym non-stop, and before he could stand firmly, Song He patted him on the shoulder: "I thought you forgot about your master, but it seems that you still remember." ”

"How so."

Fu Beimo brought some supplements and asked the disciples to take them and divide them.

Song He saw this scene in his eyes and saw that Fu Beimo was still interested in the judo gym, so he nodded his jaw: "I called you here just to let you have a good match with Shuyan, let me see if you have regressed recently, and by the way, announce who will inherit the judo gym." ”

"You mean, compete with Shuyan?" Fu Beimo was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Song He's purpose in asking him to come was to let him fight with Shu Yan in the ring.

Song He said "um", which was regarded as an admission: "Yes, she is also back, with you here, I feel much more at ease." ”

"Judo gyms always need to be inherited, and in my life, there are only two of you who are personal disciples." Song He took a deep breath, and his eyes darkened: "My body is almost at its limit." ”

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Beimo finally nodded in agreement.

He does not intend to inherit the judo gym.

Anyway, if there is one between him and Shu Yan, then he will put some water and let Shu Yan inherit it.

"When?"

"Without further ado, now." After Song He finished speaking, he beckoned to Ye Qiaofei.

Ye Qiaofei was wearing a mask at the moment, and she didn't want to be recognized by Fu Beimo.

"Before you start, you guys warm up and try to have a fight."

As soon as he got on the field, Ye Qiaofei did not hesitate at all, and swept his waist directly.

Fu Beimo avoided sideways, grabbed her shoulder, and planned to throw back, but he didn't want Ye Qiaofei to react very quickly, so he grabbed his belt first and directly threw him on the ground......

The disciples were all dumbfounded, worthy of the two disciples that the master cared about the most, and each move was more exciting than the other.

Ye Qiaofei made another move to send a foot sweep, and then grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to the ground.

Looking at this scene, even Song He was surprised: "Shuyan, you have really made a lot of progress, but you still relented yesterday." ”

"They are different from the senior brother, I am afraid of hurting them, besides, the master just wants to see if I have regressed, and I have done my best to pay the end."

Ye Qiaofei deliberately lowered her voice to avoid Fu Beimo recognizing her.

Fu Beimo looked at her quietly, always feeling that her figure and voice were very familiar, his heart moved, and he inexplicably wanted to see what kind of face the person under this mask had.

A thought arose in Fu Beimo's heart.

"Prepare yourself, and you'll be in the ring in half an hour."

Ye Qiaofei's eyes were slightly condensed, she nodded her chin and went to the preparation room.

Her slender fingers ran across the cold silver mask, touching the uneven spots, and her heart was calm.

Since she agreed to Song He to fight in the ring, she will not let Song He down.

No matter how strong an opponent it is.

With a tightening of his fingers, he neatly put on the mask and walked out.

The ring is still the familiar ring, but Ye Qiaofei feels a little confused, after all, he has been away for a while, it is really familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Qiaofei raised his head and looked at the other side, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

Fu Beimo also wore a silver mask, but there was a mysterious and inviolable aura.

He has a tall posture, a judo suit wraps a wide and narrow figure, and his muscles are smooth and clear.

Ye Qiaofei glanced at it a few times, the ring match was close at hand, and she quickly suppressed her superfluous thoughts.

Ye Qiaofei calmly stepped into the ring, and his voice was cold: "I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Fu Beimo just raised his eyelids shallowly, didn't say anything, and nodded in response.

For this junior sister, he only felt unfamiliar.

Silence spread between the two, and in the end, it was Song He who broke the silence first with a "start".

After all, this game was planned internally, so not many people were invited to watch, only some old-timers of the same level as Song He came to watch the game, and a few outer disciples, saying that they were witnesses.

You can't be sloppy in choosing an heir.

Song He looked coldly on the stage, she recognized the strength of these two, so she didn't know who was better, and she didn't know what the end of this game would be.

At the sound of the order, the game began.

After the two saluted each other, this was the real beginning.

Both men rushed towards each other at great speed, both holding each other's arms in check.

Ye Qiaofei lowered his head, trying to find a breakthrough from below, the man seemed to have expected his movements, took a step to dodge, restrained the opponent's hands and pressed the person down, and then quickly flashed to the side.

Hey, this man has a lot of hands.

Ye Qiaofei knew that there was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and if he wanted to win, he could only outwit him.

Cocking his head hard, he dodged another suppression, and the strength accumulated into his legs, hooking towards the man's legs.

There is already a height gap, so it is inevitable to put on the man's chest and let out a light suck.

A fragrance penetrates the nose.

Fu Beimo was stunned for a moment, only feeling very familiar, but he couldn't give him so much time to think in the ring.

In order to prevent his feet from being hooked and falling down, he had to take a step back, and his hands were unconsciously withdrawn from the other arm.

Ye Qiaofei grabbed the gap where the man retreated, wrapped his hands around the man's lean waistline, and pulled it to the side.

Fu Beimo quickly put his thoughts back to the cage, on the side of his waist, dodging the hands, and the hand that had just broken free stretched out towards the back of the person in front of him.

It was a familiar suppression again, Ye Qiaofei couldn't help but grit his teeth, doesn't this man have any other moves besides this?

Song He watched from the side, his face was calm, but the corners of his eyebrows twitched unconsciously when he saw these three moves twice.

The moment Ye Qiaofei's body sank rapidly, he grabbed the man's legs, lifted him back, and jumped up flexibly, pressing on the man's waistline.

Fu Beimo only felt that his head sank, and he quickly flipped for a moment, his back was smashed to the ground, and his waist was suppressed and he couldn't move.

Looking up, the woman pressed against him, pure black hair flicking in the air in a beautiful arc, a few drops of sweat running down her crimson cheeks.

looked at the red lips and lightly opened: "You lost." ”

Fu Beimo was noncommittal, because his skills were not as good as others.