Sky-high price for renting together: Don't want to escape the beautiful wife

He glanced up and down at Qi Wanran.

Qi Wanran saw regret in his eyes, and couldn't help but think of what he said just now.

"When did you come here?"

"When you said high heels."

In the next second, Qi Wanran miraculously saw a blush on the coach's face.

He coughed twice and led Qi Wanran towards the training room: "Since you've heard it all, then I don't need to repeat it, you can go home if you want to be beautiful, in the eyes of our coach you are all a bunch of weaklings, understand?"

The little weak chicken himself nodded: "Understood."

It was still the same training room as in the previous test, but sandbags and various fitness equipment had been hung up at this time.

Qi Wanran followed the coach to do warm-up exercises, listened to him talk about his own rules, and was asked a few questions, which was like a combination of Chinese class and physical education class.

"This is your first time here, let's relax a little on the first day." The coach stopped and stood in front of Qi Wanran.

This time Qi Wanran didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief, because she always felt that the coach was holding back.

"but."

Qi Wanran was not surprised that he would say the word but.

"This is your first time here. Originally, this should be at least the fourth time, so you still have to be punished. The first time you are punished, it will be slightly lighter."

Although he said so, Qi Wanran always felt that the lightness in his mouth was different from the lightness in her heart.

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"Will planks work? Come on for an hour first."

"What?" Qi Wanran looked confused, an hour?
"Go and support on the yoga mat." The coach drove her onto the yoga mat, and sat next to her, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, and tapped her on the back: "Straighten up, don't bend over."

Qi Wanran drooped her brows and eyes, and for an hour, it was fatal.

"In the future, this kind of situation can't happen again. Tell me about you. It's been a long time since you came here. Didn't the money come from the strong wind? Didn't you earn it yourself? You little girls, don't be afraid of hardship. Don't be afraid of being tired, or you won't be able to become a weapon."

Qi Wanran held on, and he kept talking in her ear, I have to say that although the coach is a strong man, his voice is really nice, and he has the potential to be a voice actor.

Listening to his words, Qi Wanran's heart slowly calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the coach take out a small book from his pocket, on which were written three spells of clearing the heart.

While looking at it, read: "The avenue is invisible, and the world is born; the avenue is invisible, and the sun and the moon run."

Seeing that he closed his eyes, Qi Wanran breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his left arm, who could hold it for an hour.

In the next second, her arm was hit by the coach with a wooden stick: "Don't move around, I can see it."

Qi Wanran put his arm back obediently, saw a red mark on his arm, drooped his brows and eyes, and looked listless.

Qi Wanran listened to him quietly, although it was uncomfortable to hold on, but she felt drowsy, her head drooped, and her eyes were a lot looser.

The coach knocked her on the back with a wooden stick, and knocked her sleepy away at once.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Wanran felt the reason for the sympathy in the eyes of the boy at the front desk. After she managed to hold up the plank for an hour, the coach asked her to squat, saying that it was the most basic basic skill.

Qi Wanran fell on the mat in confusion, did he come back from Shaolin Temple?
"Coach, did you stay in Shaolin Temple when you were young? It's that master I can't hold on to."

The coach tapped her leg: "The posture must be in place."

"Well, I grew up in Shaolin Temple when I was young."

Qi Wanran listened to him start telling his own story.

There was a touch of admiration in the eyes looking at him, but he did not expect that he really grew up in Shaolin Temple.

"Coach, why are you here now? Shouldn't you stay away from the world?" Just after she finished speaking, she felt that the coach had placed a book on her head, and at this moment, she didn't even dare to move.

The coach nodded in satisfaction, and tapped her calf with a wooden stick: "I am a lay disciple who grew up in Shaolin Temple, not a monk to become a monk."

Qi Wanran wanted to nod subconsciously, but heard the coach shout: "Move and add 10 minutes."

Qi Wanran was inexplicably reminded of the stern and selfless instructor during the military training, who had been half-squatting and almost lost consciousness in her legs: "Coach, it's not time yet?"

The coach reclined on the chair over there: "Well, there are still 15 minutes."

Qi Wanran sighed. Fortunately, she was standing still lying on her stomach. If she suddenly told her that she wanted to run, she would really go crazy.

The coach deliberately diverted her attention: "How do you feel about our club?"

"It's pretty good. After all, the little brother at the front desk is so good-looking." Qi Wanran deliberately shifted her attention to chatting with the coach. She hoped that through this period of exercise, she could get rid of her hypoglycemia problem. When I stand up, I always feel black and dizzy before my eyes, which is really uncomfortable.

Every time she needs to squat down, she has to deliberately find a place to lean against the wall, in case there is nothing to lean on when she stands up.

"Coach, I'm dizzy." Qi Wanran's eyes darkened little by little.

The coach quickly stood up, supported her, removed the book from her head, and helped her sit down.

Qi Wanran closed his eyes and looked uncomfortable, and he handed her the water glass she put aside to her hand.

"You little girls now are all very delicate, have you never been wronged?"

The coach thought he would get an affirmative answer, but Qi Wanran took a sip of water, swallowed it, and shook his head at him.

"Ok?"

"Do I look like a spoiled girl?"

"Isn't it?" the coach asked back, playing with the wooden stick in his hand.

The skin is fair, there are almost no calluses on the hands, and the skin is well maintained. Isn't this the one who grew up pampered?
"To be honest, it's really not." Qi Wanran took out two candies from his pocket, handed him one, and stuffed one into his mouth. The mouth was full of sweet and greasy taste, and she couldn't help being happy Laughed and talked about his past.

"I started doing housework when I was very young. I earned the living expenses and tuition fees of the university by myself. I also did jobs such as handing out leaflets and serving as a waiter. Later, after I started working with professors, I didn't have so much time to work part-time. , It is the working conditions provided by the professor, going to the law firm to help organize files and so on.”

The coach looked at her in surprise, never expecting her to grow like this: "Where are your parents? Don't care about you?"

Qi Wanran smiled and didn't speak.

However, the coach understood that if she really cared about her, how could she work and study and live such a difficult life: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be like this."

Qi Wanran shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I'm living a good life now, those are all in the past."