HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 64 SPARRING

The four of them strolled around the small town of Deucesen, ate lunch, and then returned, because the weather was too hot to go anywhere, so they might as well go home and stay in the air conditioning to be comfortable.

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The apartment.

The air conditioner has set the house to a cool and comfortable temperature, Yan Qing is sitting on her own couch with her legs crossed, she is staring at the street dance battle on the TV but is getting lost in thought.

She was thinking about how to give him the hair ring.

“Boom, boom, boom” knocked on the door, interrupting her thoughts.

“Yan Qing.” It was Mo Fei.

Yan Qing opened the door, she was still wearing that fairy daughter-like white dress from the morning.

“Will you go to Wind Power later?” Mo Fei was standing in the doorway and had no intention of entering.

Yan Qing took his left hand and glanced at the watch hand, at this time the hour hand pointed to 2, 2:35 pm.

“You wait for me, I’ll pack.” Yan Qing trotted upstairs, Mo Fei turned around and went back to his side, took the combat equipment then locked the door and returned to Yan Qing’s side of the living room.

Yan Qing is still tying her hair, using the morning in the town of Lusen to buy a hair ring, tied a high ponytail, no hair at the forehead to cover, look clean and spiritual.

Some people say that showing the forehead is the only test of beauty, while the inch is the only test of handsome men.

There is no doubt that Yan Qing’s forehead is not wide or narrow, three chambers and five eyes is very standard beauty.

Gu Chi is an inch, is so far, Yan Qing has seen the best-looking inch men. But she had imagined the look of Mo Fei’s inch head, and it seemed good.

The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

Yan Qing put the image of the inch head she had just thought of and suddenly asked, “Mo Fei, have you ever had an inch head?”

Mo Fei’s feet towards the door paused, looking back at her in confusion, how to suddenly ask this: “No.” Turn back again, open the door, Yan Qing followed behind, close the flat bottom small white shoes.

“Oh, you inch the look should also be quite handsome.” Yan Qing bent over to lift the heel of her right heel and did not look at him.

Mo Fei heard the words when he opened the door, and paused again, she said quite handsome?

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The wind power combat club.

The actual day is the sparring day, that is, all combat students can go to the ring to fight.

When Mo Fei and Yan Qing arrived at the store, there were two men fighting in the ring, aged around 25, both more than one meter tall and weighing about 130 pounds.

The two of them went to the locker room to change clothes and watched the stage for a few minutes, and learned that man A had practiced Muay Thai and man B was the main casual fighter.

A man’s attack rhythm is relatively slow, which is a universal habit of Muay Thai players, he always tentative attack, and B man’s attack is particularly sharp, a low leg sweep, will A man swept to the ground, A man did not expect his attack will be so crisp, the pace is also fast, some confusion, stand up and anxious to revenge the feeling.

But man B, before he could react, swept him down with another quick low sweep.

Man A seemed not quite used to B’s style of attack, and after coming back to his senses, began to slowly get into shape.

The two began to use boxing to attack each other, however, man B’s boxing is not very good, just a few heavy punches, compared to man A’s boxing, powerful and has a move, but man B is quite resistant to fight, a few rounds, no difference.

At the beginning of the second round, man A accelerated the pace of attack, changed to high knee strikes, and then took a low leg sweep, sweeping B to the ground, this strike is different from the last game B’s low sweep in B is not in the opponent’s state of attack, while A is looking for the opportunity to attack, this strike is better.

“Who do you think will win?” Yan Qing asked Mo Fei.

“A.” Mo Fei clasped his hands to his chest.

“Why?” Yan Qing asked, staring at the stage.

“Because A was already familiar with his opponent’s attacking habits and rhythm in the first set, and every attack in this second set, don’t you think it was more ruthless than the previous one?”

Yan Qing nodded and turned her head to look at him, “So, that time when we practiced against each other, you always wandered at first and didn’t attack, were you also analyzing my rhythm?”

Mo Fei turned his head, his mouth taut with a smile, and reached out his hand to pat the top of her head: “Children can be taught.”

She reflexively opened his hand: “Then let’s have another round later, let me see your real strength.”

He forgot, she does not like people touching her hair, he put away his smile and frowned, so he is her “other” again?

Mo Fei withdrew his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and said, “No, I am very strong.”

“I don’t believe it!”

“Tsk, you wait!” Mo Fei walked over to Coach Nie Feng and whispered something in his ear.