Lan Feiyang soon discovered that Youyou didn't like practicing basic skills very much. She complained that she was tired and bored when she was asked to practice. She especially liked to get tired of him and watch him practice boxing. Every time the teaching time came, Lan Feiyang had to send her home first. You can leave. Professor Lu and her mother don’t want to pick her up.
Lan Feiyang felt that this innocent little girl really liked him because he saved her once. Of course, it was just a child's love for an adult or a little sister's attachment to her elder brother.
However, after mastering basic skills such as horse stance, stance, and handstand, Lan Feiyang began to teach fists and kicks, and Youyou was quite interested. Each move seemed to be similar, and she was much more serious about learning than the five-year-old Shen Lei.
"Lan Feiyang, Lan Feiyang!" That evening, Lan Feiyang was teaching Youyou and Shen Lei ordinary boxing skills in a corner of the small playground, when he saw Liu Yan running over, panting and shouting.
"What's wrong?" Lan Feiyang asked the two little guys to continue practicing, and then he went up to them.
"Quickly...go and save Song Jiajia." Liu Yan was sweating profusely and patting her chest, "She was blocked by a group of people from outside the school, not far from the school gate. You...you go quickly!"
"But..." Lan Feiyang looked at the two little guys behind him who were punching and kicking in embarrassment, "I, I'm in class."
"Oh, I'll watch it for you for a while." Liu Yan bent over slightly, panting heavily, "and will be responsible for sending them home. You run quickly. On the left side of the school gate, there is a group of people surrounding it. It seems like He is the son-in-law of a high-ranking official in the province. He is so reckless that he is not afraid of anything. Go quickly!"
Seeing Liu Yan stamping her feet anxiously, Lan Feiyang had no choice but to run away and ran out of the school gate at a sprint speed of 100 meters. About two hundred meters further to the left, he saw a large group of people surrounding a supermarket wall.
Without thinking, Lan Feiyang separated from the crowd and went in. He saw a man in his early twenties who looked like a prostitute and several friends, holding Song Jiajia's pink and white arms like lotus root knots, trying to force them into the parking lot. In the Futian on the side.
"Let me go, let me go!" Song Jiajia struggled angrily. Although there were many big boys beside her, no one stepped forward to stop her at this moment.
"Stop! What are you doing?" In the dusk, Lan Feiyang suddenly appeared at the door and stopped the two people who were holding Song Jiajia.
"Who are you? Stop minding other people's business!" The young man in his early twenties shouted with raised eyebrows.
"I am Song Jiajia's classmate! How dare you kidnap people on the street in full view of the public? Are you all lawless?" Lan Feiyang asked indignantly.
"Hey, where did you come from? Do you know how much you weigh?" A long-haired thin monkey looked at Lan Feiyang with a sinister look, "Don't be like the few gangsters who wanted to protect the flowers just now. Our Mr. Zeng wanted to invite Song Jiajia for a cup of coffee, but he was so frightened that he backed away."
"What Mr. Zeng? The young master from which dynasty traveled through time?" Lan Feiyang said sarcastically, "Do you understand that we are in a society ruled by law now?"
"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Defeat him!" Mr. Zeng waved his hand impatiently, "I finally fell in love with this girl and wanted to invite her to sit down and have a chat, but people came out one after another to stop me. Damn it. What a bummer!"
As soon as several people heard this, two big guys came over, a hungry wolf pounced on food, and a black tiger dug out its heart and greeted Lan Feiyang.
Lan Feiyang deliberately slowed down and turned his head to avoid the punch. He held the other person's arm and kicked the person away with his flying kick. Then he directly removed the other big man's arm with a "click".
The two people holding Song Jiajia saw that the situation was not going well, so they left Song Jiajia behind and hooked and kicked Lan Feiyang. But in the blink of an eye, they flew out and kissed Lan Feiyang intimately on the cement road.
Several people were so bruised and bruised that they couldn't get up. One of them spat out several teeth with a mouth full of blood. The remaining thin monkey dared to come up again and hurriedly helped several companions who fell to the ground.
"You..." Mr. Zeng Zeng Shaoqing saw that the situation was not good, and his face turned livid for a moment. He squeezed out from between his teeth: "Okay, you are cruel. Let's see!" After saying that, he pulled away from Futian and led a few wounded people away.
And go.
Song Jiajia walked up to Lan Feiyang with a grateful face and said repeatedly: "Lan Feiyang, thank you."
"It's nothing." Lan Feiyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Although I didn't agree to be your bodyguard, if you need anything, just come to me."
The arrogant Mr. Zeng left, and people began to disperse. They were all surprised by Lan Feiyang's Kung Fu display.
Many people were saying when they walked away: "It's really amazing. With one punch and one kick, such a tall guy flew out in the blink of an eye!"
"It's just that I didn't even see clearly how it was done."
"Thank you, I will trouble you later." Song Jiajia was not polite. The resentment and depression in her heart for many days disappeared.
She felt that Lan Feiyang's kung fu had improved much compared to when he fought the robbers in January. It seemed that he didn't go to work at night last semester, but really practiced martial arts.
"What's going on? This person named Zeng actually dares to kidnap you in public?" Lan Feiyang couldn't help but ask as he watched Song Jiajia rubbing the redness and swelling on her snow-white arms.
"I don't know either. It's because his father is the provincial political and legal secretary." Song Jiajia said in disgust.
It turned out that Song Jiajia and Liu Yan went out for a walk after dinner. They didn't want to run into a few people headed by Mr. Zeng Zeng Shaoqing who got out of the Futian car as soon as they left the school. They probably saw that Song Jiajia was fair and tender, and elegant and refined.
Come up and strike up a conversation.
Having experienced this kind of thing a lot, Song Jiajia was naturally arrogant and ignored her. But they kept surrounding her with a lot of nonsense.
Liu Yan had no choice but to run back to P University to call Lan Feiyang.
Originally, a few male classmates saw the school belle being surrounded and wanted to come to the rescue; but when they heard that the other party was the only son of the provincial political and legal secretary, how could they dare to say anything again? They all retreated back into the crowd.
Although Song Jiajia has never met Zeng Shaoqing, she knows that her uncle, Mayor Song Yuanming, is from the same faction as the Provincial Political and Legal Secretary Zeng Zhiqin. Last time, the nail tenants on her father's land refused to move, and finally a bulldozer drove over and forced them to move.
It was an old house, even if someone was injured, it was Zeng Zhiqin who he found to calm the trouble.
Therefore, I did not dare to refuse coldly to Zeng Shaoqing's polite invitation and elegant temptation.
Seeing her like this, Zeng Shaoqing thought she was a little tempted, so he quickly opened the car door while the iron was hot, and made a very gentlemanly gesture of asking him to get in.
The few accompanying friends also immediately moved out of the way to give way to the Foton car.
But how could Song Jiajia just go with them alone? Wouldn't it be bad if the sheep fell into the tiger's mouth? So, she instinctively retreated and refused.
The two women next to her were probably a little more impatient, so they grabbed her and tried to force her into the car. At this moment, Lan Feiyang separated from the crowd and ducked in front of them.