[Oh my God, these muscles are too big! But they look so handsome!]
[Tears flowed down from the corner of my mouth, I just like this type! It feels so safe!]
[But why do I always feel like I have seen this teacher somewhere? He looks very familiar.]
[Does Zhou Zhou, who has won the World Boxing Championship three times in a row, look familiar? However, he seemed to have retired due to injury after those three times. Now he is a coach in a club, and the students he brings out are also strong in each competition. 】
Zhou Zhou glanced at the classroom as soon as he came in, "Where are the two new students in the boxing class?"
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Ji Ye and Lin Jiayi.
The two of them also consciously stood in front together.
Zhou Zhou was a little surprised when he saw a little girl who looked not very young: "Little classmate, this is a boxing classroom."
He subconsciously thought that the little girl had gone to the wrong classroom, so he kindly reminded her.
But Lin Jiayi nodded and said, "Yes, teacher, I signed up for boxing class."
"this……"
Zhou Zhou was a little hesitant. He had taught here for two years and had never taught girls. In the club, he only coached boys who were going to compete. Even if a girl wanted to appoint him as a coach, he declined politely and handed it over to Other coaches.
Strictly speaking, the little girl he taught in front of him was the first girl he taught in his life.
Zhou Zhou looked at the small girl in front of him who was only as tall as his thigh with some distress.
But this is a school, and there is no way for him to choose his own students.
Originally, a teacher had just come to inform him that there were two more people in his boxing class, and one of them was a girl. He still didn't believe it. Until he saw her in person, he still doubted whether she had gone to the wrong classroom.
But since everyone said that he signed up for a boxing class, he couldn't say anything.
"In that case, let the two students change into their boxing uniforms first. Wen Yan, take them to the locker room and get them two sets of boxing uniforms."
"yes."
A boy with a somewhat muscular build walked out of the crowd. He was only in junior high school and looked to be over 1.8 meters tall.
He also looks very mature.
[Holy shit, is this a junior high school student? So tall? He must be in the third grade of junior high at least, right? 】
[I can’t believe that today’s children grow up taking hormones, right? They grow so fast. My eldest nephew is in the third grade of junior high school and is more than half a head taller than me. It’s incredible.]
[So, now I don’t dare to ask any boy for his contact information on the road. Maybe he is still wearing a phone or watch.]
[Hahahaha! I’m afraid someone will say: Sister, I’m still in junior high school, and my mother doesn’t allow me to fall in love prematurely. 】
【Hahahaha, help! Then I will definitely die on the spot.】
Ji Ye and Lin Jiayi looked like baby dolls in front of him.
It was quite oppressive.
But his words were unusually gentle: "Let's go, I'll take you to the locker room."
The two followed Wen Yan out of the classroom.
The two little bastards are talkative, as long as others don't talk to them, they will never talk.
"Are you the little guests who came to this school because of that variety show?"
Wen Yan was a familiar person, so he turned around and asked as he walked forward.
"Yeah." Lin Jiayi responded.
"How old are you? Which class are you in? What's your name?" Wen Yan's repeated questions silenced the two Zaizai for a few seconds.
"My name is Lin Jiayi, from Jiaozhai, Yi from Yizhi. I am seven years old and I am in Class 12, Grade 3."
Ji Ye on the side saw that she had answered, so he had no choice but to answer: "Ji Ye, nine years old, third grade, third grade."
"Seven years old and third grade?" Wen Yan turned to look at her in surprise.
Lin Jiayi nodded: "Yes. Because the program team stipulates that children from two families must be in the same class. Aqi is in class 12, so I am also in class 12."
"So this is ah."
Wen Yan did not continue to ask because he arrived in the locker room soon.
He first asked them what sizes they were wearing, gave them two sets of boxing uniforms, and asked Ji Ye to change first, while he took Lin Jiayi to the dressing room of the dance studio on the fifth floor.
Because no girls have ever signed up for boxing classes, and they don’t want one or two girls to mix in with the boys and feel like they will be gossiped about.
Therefore, there is no women's locker room next to the boxing classroom, and Lin Jiayi cannot change clothes in the men's locker room, so she can only borrow the women's locker room in the dance studio on the fifth floor.
"You are changing clothes here. Can you find the way to the classroom? Do you want me to wait for you?" Wen Yan was still a little worried about such a young child being alone.
And he was also quite curious about what the little ball that had been following Lin Jiayi was.
Lin Jiayi just wanted to refuse Wen Yan and let him go back first.
But when he turned his head and saw the little ball following him, he thought about it, took off the microphone clipped to his clothes, and handed it to Wen Yan.
"Brother, can you hold this for me? I can't let this ball camera follow me in when I change clothes."
[Hahahaha! Quick! Barrage protection! Protect our baby Jiajia! We can’t let her be seen naked!]
[Fortunately, baby Jiajia is vigilant. Just now I was wondering if she would bring this camera into the dressing room to change clothes. What would she do if she was seen naked? 】
[What a joke! How smart is our baby Jiajia! How could we forget even this little thing? 】
[Next door Ji Ye was even more ruthless and closed all the live broadcast rooms, hahahahaha! 】
Wen Yan reached out and grabbed the spherical camera and nodded to her: "Then I'll wait for you here. Come in quickly."
"Thanks."
As soon as Lin Jiayi left, Wen Yan immediately began to study the things in his hands, flipping the camera around and around, and the entire live broadcast room was in chaos.
From time to time, an enlarged version of Wen Yan's face would appear, photographed from bottom to top.
The microphone also emitted some noisy sounds from time to time.
[Holy shit! My ears! Do you know what it feels like to wear headphones and suddenly there is a harsh sound in the headphones? 】
[I understand! Because I happen to be wearing headphones too! Brother, if you want to take it, take it and don’t move it! This picture makes me dizzy!]
[Help! Jiajia baby, come here quickly! Your brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts are going to be tortured to death! 】
Fortunately, Lin Jiayi changed clothes very quickly. After a while, she changed into boxing clothes and sneakers and came out of the dressing room.
"Brother, what are you doing?"
When Lin Jiayi came out, he saw Wen Yan studying the camera like a curious baby.
Wen Yan immediately put away his expression and returned the microphone and camera to her: "No, I was just curious about how this thing was photographed."
"Oh, because this microphone and the ball are matched one-to-one. There is a tracking device and a power device in the ball. As long as you wear this microphone, the ball will automatically follow the microphone." Lin Jiayi said lightly while putting on the microphone.