"There is a local man in our dormitory who is relatively well-informed. I asked him specifically." Lou Cheng told the truth.

For the sake of "coach strictness", he did enough homework.

Yan Zheke's eyes curled up, his pear dimples appeared, he turned his head and looked to the side and said: "I guess you haven't forgotten this coach!"

Lou Cheng ate the buns three times, five divided by two, drank the milk, and continued: "The martial arts passed down by Qian Ruoyu's family originated from Tai Chi, which is more similar to that of your grandfather's family. Jiang Dingyi's grandfather was famous for his sword skills, but because of

During the arena competition, he could not use weapons until he reached the high-level Dan realm. He also created a martial arts of his own, using sword techniques as his master. Feng Shaokun was good at the tiger-crane double shape and modern artillery boxing..."

"I watched the video, and I thought I could imitate a few of them. During this time, I told Coach Shi that I would give you half an hour of training at the end of each day's special training to help you adapt to their style of play."

Yan Zheke puffed up his cheeks, looked to the side with a blushing face and said:

"OK……"

She no longer objected to the daily training sessions.

The two of them were talking and eating breakfast, which was gradually coming to an end. Suddenly, Yan Zheke looked at the big clock in the cafeteria and exclaimed:

"It's almost eight o'clock, I'm going to be late!"

"Yeah..." Lou Cheng looked over and saw that it was already 7:54.

Yan Zheke became angry and pinched him gently:

"It's all your fault, I'm not usually late!"

Lou Cheng chuckled, feeling sweet, took her hand and said, "Hurry, there's still time!"

The two of them left in a hurry and ran towards the martial arts venue. They finally arrived just tens of seconds away.

Yan Zheke panted and glanced at Lou Cheng, meeting his gaze and feeling warm and sweet.

Even if we just do such small things together, we feel so happy.

…………

In the next few days, Lou Cheng lived his life step by step, except that he had to work as a sparring partner for Yan Zheke. As for the Longhu Master Cave, he had never heard it mentioned by Old Man Shi, but he did not dare to inquire rashly.

In the blink of an eye, Saturday has arrived, and the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club will face the "Dream Team" at home at 3 p.m.

Because it was just a practical training, and there were no professional-level main players this time, Songda’s publicity department did not do any promotion for this competition, nor did it inform the teachers and students of the school, so the audience could expect very little.

Lou Cheng took a nap and was about to go outside Yan Zheke's dormitory building to go to the martial arts venue with her when he suddenly received a call from Old Man Shi.

"You brat, I have something to do as a teacher, so I can't come in the afternoon." Old Shi said casually, "Today you will be the coach."

"Ah, I'll be a coach?" Lou Cheng was startled.

Old Man Shi chuckled and said: "In this kind of competition, it doesn't matter if a dog is a coach. What are you afraid of? Okay, I'm done. You can arrange the order of appearance at your own discretion."

Master, don't be so irresponsible! Just as Lou Cheng was about to speak, he heard a beeping sound.

Let me go, I am a good wounded person, how can I become a coach? He was at a loss for a while, and suddenly thought of something:
Chapter completed!