In the middle of the playground, coach Kosia clasped his fists and walked off the field. The crowd watching the excitement dispersed and made way for the way.
"This coach named Levi is so powerful! He knocked Kosia back in two or three punches." Someone whispered.
"You didn't come yesterday, right? In fact, Kosia has been defeated twice. Last night, he was defeated with three punches." A young man who came to exercise turned around and said.
"Awesome, I remember Kesiah is the head coach of the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, and he is very good at fighting. It seems that the coach named Levi at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall is even more powerful..." Someone said to the companion next to him, looking like
There are some who are ready to move.
"How about we sign up and make an appointment?"
"Let's go, let's go."
Soon, three or two people walked towards the front desk.
"Milo, let's go too, don't be late." Phil said quickly. He also felt that this coach named Levi was real. If he could teach him a few more times, he would probably be ranked in the next fighting club sparring competition.
time to get rid of the countdown.
"Phil, Coach Coscia seems to be looking at you." Milo patted Phil, who was both excited and anxious, with his right hand.
"..." Phil looked to the right in embarrassment, and sure enough, he found Coach Kesiah looking here with a complicated expression, his eyes seemed a bit disgusting. He seemed to have heard what he just said.
In the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, three head coaches teach three groups of students, and Phil’s fighting club coach is Coach Coscia. Since Phil’s actual combat rankings are always at the bottom, Coscia actually dislikes Phil’s face.
Very impressive.
Kesiah also heard what Phil said just now.
To be honest, the students who he had been teaching for a short period of time went to other martial arts schools to become apprentices. Kexia felt somewhat angry and embarrassed, feeling as if his own cabbage was being taken over by others.
However, who told the other party to be really powerful? I couldn't beat others twice, and the difference was visible to the naked eye.
If Phil wants to turn on the extra stove, let him do it...
Coscia withdrew his gaze and was about to leave. Phil suddenly called coach next to him in a low voice. Coscia froze slightly, and then decisively pretended not to hear. He quickly walked away, and remembered Phil in his heart.
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Phil, you are deliberately embarrassing yourself. Next time you are placed in the "death group" during actual training, you will probably be beaten to tears in the first game.
"Coach Kesiah seems...maybe he didn't remember me..."
Phil breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay." Milo patted Phil on the shoulder, then pointed in front: "Hurry up and sign up, there seem to be a lot of people going..."
"That's right." Phil slapped his forehead and ran away in small steps.
At the front desk, the old man with gray bat hair rolled up the newspaper and threw it aside. He took out a notebook and started to memorize it.
"What's your name? How old are you this year? Which coach do you want to make an appointment for? How many hours do you want to make an appointment? Finally, pay the advance deposit. It's not much, only fifty red Lebanese federal coins."
The old man kept asking, and light black writing quickly appeared on the notebook. He stuffed the collected fifty-note notes into the drawer of the wooden table, and then shouted: "Next, next."
Finally it was Phil's turn. He immediately handed a green note to the old man and then told him his message.
Fortunately, Phil grabbed Coach Levi's last reservation tomorrow, and the specific time is at six o'clock in the afternoon.
"Okay, Milo, let's come back tomorrow." Phil walked out of the team and said to his friend sideways.
At this time, the front door of Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall was pushed open.
A tall girl wearing long clothes and trousers walked in with a backpack. She had short, ear-length hair, and her facial features were not exquisite, but deep and attractive. There was a heroic spirit between her eyebrows.
"Senior Sister Tifa!" Phil said with some surprise.
"Phil?" Tifa was also a little surprised. She weighed her backpack and walked over. Phil smelled a faint aroma coming towards her. It was not the smell of perfume, but the smell of simple washing powder.
"Did you also come to the Gray Seal Martial Arts Gym to train?"
"Ah, yes. I heard that the new coach Levi here is very good, so my friend and I came to take a look." Phil said.
Next to him, his friend Milo, who didn't even have a name, curled his lips helplessly. Phil was usually not someone who couldn't move when he saw a woman. He didn't know why he was inexplicably shy every time he faced Tifa, as if he was in love for the first time.
The appearance of a boy.
In the front lobby, Fertifa and Fertifa briefly chatted for a few words, but the topic soon turned to coach Levi.
"You made an appointment for Coach Levi's class tomorrow? That's a coincidence. I've made an appointment for all Coach Levi's classes for the next month." Tifa glanced at her watch: "Sorry, the class time is coming soon. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon when I'm free.
Let’s chat, let’s go now.”
After saying that, Difa turned and left. One thing I have to say is that Difa has joined the fighting club since she was in junior high school. She has a very good figure after long-term training, and her back is also quite proud.
Phil looked from a distance until the figure disappeared.
"Hey, hey. Phil, your soul has been taken away."
Milo pushed Phil: "Let's go home."
"Milo, let's play some more. Let's see how the facilities at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall are like? I feel like the atmosphere is better than that of the Fighting Club."
"Stop talking nonsense, you just want to see more of Senior Sister Tifa." Milo said clearly: "As you wish, go in."
The two immediately followed the passage to a public place.
On the right hand side, close to the white wall, there is a row of seven or eight black sandbags hanging on poles. Next to it, there are students with white bandages tied to their hands exercising, punching from time to time.
The sound of banging and banging kept echoing in the space.
Although this is a public area, it is actually a professional area. The students who practice here are all senior enthusiasts.
Phil looked to the left, where there was a space separated, with dim sunlight shining through the window on the ground. A tall young man was demonstrating specific fighting moves for Tifa.
The process is slow and involves a lot of explanations.
"The power does not come from the hands, but from here." Ka Xiu patted his waist: "You have to learn to use your waist to quickly exert force and drive the muscles of the whole body, so that every punch will be powerful enough."
"Come and give it a try." He took two steps back to the right.
"Yes." Difa, who was wearing a white training suit, immediately opened her stance, crossed her legs, and raised her arms steadily on her left and right waists.
She twisted her body slightly and began to push her fist forward slowly.
Ka Xiu nodded and was about to speak. Suddenly his heart was shaken, and a familiar bitter taste gradually spread in his mouth.