HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 49

Yan Qing turned around and sat down, hands on the table, after changing the answer to the sixth question to D, the black signature pen tip against the tip of the chin, one by one, the spring-loaded pen tip pressed down and up again, eyes on the test paper too far away.

“I’m angry that my first kiss is gone, just like this bastard forcibly kissed away, no romantic feeling at all!” She remembered what Shi-jae said the day her first kiss was taken away, “Qing’er, you are not yet lost your first kiss, when you are botched a bite by that who, you will know how I feel.”

Feelings? What’s wrong with being nervous, heartwarming, and a little sweet?

Angry? Neither.

Romantic? I don’t know.

Anyway, she kinda liked the feeling of having her first kiss taken away by Murphy.

Her eyelids lifted up, gazing at the lazy and loose leaning back of the sofa, Mo Fei, broken cap hair not taken care of, although messy, but also stylish, nose strong, jawline more obvious than in junior high school.

It is very handsome, a little more evil than before. This is the conclusion Yan Qing came to after gazing.

Tsk, what are you thinking about! Yan Qing shook her head and scratched her hair with both hands, a little annoyed, this kiss has been kissed, so what exactly is their relationship now? Normal boyfriend and girlfriend? The normal boyfriend and girlfriend?

Forget it, as if it never happened, Yan Qing does not want to develop a further relationship with him than the current one.

In her heart, she always believed that the strongest and most reliable relationship between the opposite sex is a sincere friendship!

Love? Love? Marriage? The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of your life.

…

The two of them passed another week in peace and quiet.

On this day, Coach Nie Qing and Coach Yang Yi discussed each other’s training process and concluded that Yan Qing and Mo Fei had both improved their combat skills by leaps and bounds during this time.

So they wanted the two to spar.

Yan Qing was happy to do so, Mo Fei was very resistant.

He was afraid of hurting her, he couldn’t get down.

Yan Qing stood on one side of the ring and provocatively said to Mo Fei, who was standing under the ring, “Are you unable to beat me? Or are you just a wimp?”

Mo Fei saw her vest line after this period of training more obvious sexy, lowered his head at the same time the right corner of his mouth rose, wearing gloves on the two hands touch, and wrapped around the wrist, raised his head and said to Yan Qing with a smile: “I am not afraid that you will be beaten by me cry!”

“You think so highly of yourself?” Yan Qing kneeled on one knee, one arm on the knee, and Mo Fei stared at him.

“No fight, okay, Master Qing, count me as a wimp.” He moved closer to the edge of the ring, both hands hanging from the guard rope, looking at her as if pleading.

“Mo Fei, don’t let me look down on you,” she stood up and looked down, “you don’t show your ability to fight me today, in the future, there are more people who can bully me, what do you think, what would you prefer?”

Mo Fei heard her say so, so no longer refused, he went around to the other side of the ladder step, lifting the guard rope into the ring arena, cold face, serious and serious to her said, “Good, since you have said so, then I will not be merciful.”

“Well, it better be.”

After they both put on their boxing hoods, Coach Nie Qing was the referee, and before they started, a circle of people gathered around the field.

After the referee made the start gesture, Yan Qing and Mo Fei both entered a state of alert, just facing each other and wandering, controlled at a safe distance, not too close.

Yan Qing was a head shorter than Mo Fei, and her height and arm length were both disadvantages, so she chose to wander closer, occasionally entering a safe distance to offend him, and then withdrawing, just like the cat and mouse we played as children, constantly adjusting the distance from near to far.

But Mo Fei does not seem to want to take the initiative to attack, Yan Qing is a little angry, with the eyes to him: you ah do it, hiding what.

She forced him into a corner and stretched out her right fist and swung it at his face. Although Mo Fei has been in a defensive position, he has been observing her punching habits, and once she threw another punch, he immediately dodged.

Mo Fei did not punch is in the initiative to guide the hands, he observed that when she threw a right punch, the left fist will be habitually placed on the side of the waist, so when she attacked, he dodged, and then right straight fist quickly hit in the left side of her head that she did not block, and after winning, he did not stop, but immediately hit a set of combinations, attacking the abdomen and then attacking the right side of the head.

“Crap!”

“Beautiful!”

The onlookers who could see knew how strong the killing power of this set was.

It’s a good thing Mo Fei didn’t use his full strength, otherwise Yan Qing would have been dizzy by now.

But no matter whether he used force or not, it hit her body, pain in his heart. He thought, “It’s over, let’s go back today and wait for a closed door.

After this set was taken, Yan Qing was instead provoked to flame, as if her body was awakened, the memories and pain of being bullied in senior year came to the surface.

That’s good, that’s how it feels.

With red eyes, she concentrated the memory of her anger into her two fists, and she began to attack with agility, striking out like a ghost, she hit him with a hook to the temple, and then hit him hard with a combination of punches to the waist, stomach and nose.

Crap, so hard? Mo Fei’s heart was shocked.

Yan Qing is good at boxing, Mo Fei is used to legwork, and she pre-empts him with a quick punch to the face, which he deftly dodges, and then immediately responds with a leg sweep.

Yan Qing was kicked squarely in the face, but she did not have the intention to block, but held his legs and dropped him, and then quickly took control of him in a mount position, and her fists hit him like a storm.

But Mo Fei is also worthy of the long experience of the battlefield over the reaction is quick, lifting the leg backwards, Yan Qing was topped up by him and fell forward, but she is now as strong as a rainbow, intends to take advantage of the victory, do not give him any chance to breathe.

She saw Mo Fei’s weakness and planned to close in quickly, but she didn’t expect Mo Fei to bait the enemy on purpose, only to see him hit her head with a high whip kick and then hit her again with a back spin kick.

Coach Nie Qing began to count down: “10, 9, 8,…”

With each count.

Mo Fei’s heart ached with each count. Before the coach finished counting, he rushed over to pick her up: “Yan Qing, are you okay?”

Yan Qing closed her eyes and frowned, her left hand was covering her chest, it hurt, but it didn’t hurt anywhere too badly, so I guess he was being lenient.

“Do you have a hard time anywhere, Yan Qing?” Coach Yang Yi came up to the ring and half crouched beside Yan Qing, there should be no major problems, she could see that Mo Fei only made less than 50% of the force, the place where he was kicked would suffer some flesh pain.

“It’s okay.” Yan Qing sat up straight, her hand still covering her chest, she could not tell if it was Mo Fei’s knee that hurt, or if it hurt deep inside, she thought that a strong body is not afraid to hurt, but she ignored that a strong heart is really strong.

Just now remembered the past, the kind of heart chill feeling for a long time can not be dispersed.