No, how can a mute be an actor? Sang Ning suddenly fell into deep doubts. Could it be that Director Qin’s film has roles that require special people to play?
Huang Chengzi loves to cry, Sun Bangyu can't speak, Wei Lejun seems to be carrying a barrel of explosives, Sang Ning is really tired...
Sang Ning is not worried about mixed male and female wrestling. Unless these boys are professionally trained, she is confident enough and can crush them casually without any problem.
When the break time came, the female students also finished getting dressed. The male and female teams sat face to face on the floor, leaving space in the middle for the instructors to stand and for the students to throw each other.
There were a total of six male students across from them, all of whom had uniform short haircuts and military training uniforms. Sang Ning suddenly felt that she was suffering from prosopagnosia.
The wrestling match between men and women is a random drawing mode. Wei Lejun and Sun Bangyu were drawn first.
As expected, Wei Lejun and Sun Bangyu were both thrown to the ground.
Fortunately, the male students who were wrestling them were more gentlemanly and restrained their force when throwing them, so that they would not be too embarrassed when they fell to the ground.
Sun Bangyu didn't say a word when she was thrown to the ground. She even got up from the ground and bowed seriously to the male student who threw her to the ground, making him unable to stop him.
Wei Lejun scolded me directly: "Can you please be gentle and break my sister, and you will be responsible for the rest of her life?"
The guy who fell against Wei Lejun also looked like a shy guy. He blushed and apologized to Wei Lejun: "Sister Jun, I'm really sorry. Next time I'll ask instructor Zheng to set an example."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out from below.
Wei Lejun felt that his face was slightly hot, and he glanced at the other person: "Idiot!"
Sang Ning was ranked third. The person she was wrestling with was very tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, but Sang Ning still knocked him down without any pressure.
Hu Yirun didn't know Sang Ning, and he didn't know that Sang Ning was a practitioner, so he naturally didn't take Sang Ning seriously.
It wasn't until he was thrown over the shoulder by Sang Ning and hit the ground hard that a cloud of dust stirred up that he realized how magical this world was.
Hu Yirun got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and said to Sang Ning: "No, no, I want to do it again. I was careless just now, and I won't give you the chance to attack me this time."
"Uh-" boos rang out from the boys' team, followed by ruthless ridicule.
"Hu Yirun, your muscles have been trained in vain. Any girl can knock you down."
Hu Yirun looked at the person who was laughing at him, gritted his molar teeth, and warned: "Just wait for me, I will let you see if my muscles are all in vain!"
Hu Yirun is a newcomer in the entertainment industry. Before entering the training camp through Director Qin's interview, he was a gold medal coach in the gym and was particularly satisfied with his muscles.
Hu Yirun's love for his muscles has reached a narcissistic level. He feels that his muscles are a perfect work of art. If anyone dares to say that his muscles are not good, he will definitely break his defense.
"Come on, I'm ready. This time I won't show mercy to you just because you are a girl." Hu Yirun took off his jacket. Under the short-sleeved T-shirt, there were strong and stretched muscles. It looked like there would be no problem if he beat you ten times.
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"Instructor, is this okay?" Sang Ning looked at Instructor Zheng and asked for his opinion.
Instructor Zheng folded his arms and said with a serious face: "Pay attention to your sense of propriety, just click on it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Yirun roared in a deep voice and rushed towards Sang Ning.
Sang Ning bowed her waist slightly and squatted down, lowering her body's center of gravity while preparing for defense.
Hu Yirun hugged Sang Ning and tried to pull Sang Ning up from the ground like a green onion.
It has to be said that Hu Yirun still has a lot of brute force. Sang Ning was picked up high by him, and then she was thrown down by Hu Yirun with her back to the ground.
Just when Sang Ning was about to fall to the ground, Sang Ning suddenly grabbed Hu Yirun's neck to use her strength, then stood up and pressed down with the strength of her elbow. Hu Yirun jumped straight towards the ground.
The way Hu Yirun fell to the ground was so awkward that Sang Ning couldn't help but turn her head away. This unlucky kid fell really ugly.
"You cheated!" Even if he was knocked to the ground by Sang Ning for the second time, Hu Yirun refused to admit defeat and continued to cheat.
"Okay." Instructor Zheng spoke at the right time, looking at Sang Ning with a more approving look in his eyes, "Sang Ning is a good practitioner, it's not shameful to lose to her."
"Fuck!" Hu Yirun clenched his fist and beat the ground, very unwillingly.
"Hahaha, this is my second Waterloo."
"Brother Run, I told you not to be so arrogant. Sooner or later you will meet someone who can deal with you."
Amidst the laughter and laughter, Hu Yirun climbed up from the ground dejectedly, picked up the coat that was thrown to the ground, put it on, and returned to the boys' team with his tail between his legs.
"The fourth student from the girls' team is Huang Chengzi. Please ask the fourth student from the boys' team to come forward."
As soon as Instructor Zheng finished speaking, Huang Chengzi began to sob softly again, with rejection written all over his face: "Instructor, can you change the training method? I don't want to play wrestling at all. It will be very painful if I get hit."
I don't know if it was Sang Ning's illusion, but when Huang Chengzi finished speaking, everyone fell into a strange silence, seeming to be speechless at Huang Chengzi's words.
"Don't lock yourself up and get out of the queue quickly. I have to see if you have made any progress in your recent training." Instructor Zheng said in a serious tone.
Huang Chengzi suddenly hugged Sang Ning's arm, as if looking for help, and stared at Sang Ning with pitiful and pleading eyes, with crystal tears in his eyes.
Sang Ning pulled out Huang Chengzi's arm and comforted her rationally: "If you are really scared, just ask someone to be gentle. You are a girl, and the other party will not care about you."
"But what I really hate most is wrestling!" Huang Chengzi muttered in a low voice, but couldn't stand the death stare of Instructor Zheng and stood up from the ground obediently.
Huang Chengzi was like an injured bunny. He lowered his head and took a few steps forward. He cried softly and muttered: "Can you let me go? I really hate wrestling."
Huang Chengzi looked scared, but the boy standing face to face with her seemed even more scared. Sang Ning could even feel the boy's shoulders shaking slightly.
No way? What are these two people doing? They can't be just noobs pecking each other, right?
"start!"
Instructor Zheng gave the order, and the boys were the first to take action. They rushed forward and hugged Huang Chengzi, trying to throw her over his shoulder.
The boy gritted his teeth, his facial features almost distorted into a mask of pain, but Huang Chengzi still didn't move at all.
Sang Ning was speechless. What have they been training for these days? This little boy is quite tall. Why can't he even pick up a soft girl like Huang Chengzi?