Madam's black history was picked up

The scale of the border town dojo is indeed very large. They walked through three training grounds in a row before arriving at the training ground where Anyajie was.

Because the training grounds are separated by glass, he can see the students in each training ground.

Compared with the previous training grounds, there are far fewer academies here at Anyajie, because the ones at the front are all children and teenagers, while the ones here at Anyajie are all adults.

Not many adults come to learn taekwondo, either for physical exercise, for self-defense skills, or out of interest.

Of course, some came for the coach himself, but this is an exception.

Si Tianmu glanced over, there were nine people in the training ground, five of them were women, all young and beautiful, and the remaining four men, one should be in their 40s, and the other was a fat man, at least 200 years old. catty.

Si Tianmu thought to himself: "Is there anyone who can lift him up when he practiced the shoulder fall?"

When Si Tianmu's gaze fell on a man, he immediately became alert. The man was young, tall and thin, with handsome features.

Most importantly, the way he looked at Anyajie was completely different from other students, with obvious love and excitement in those eyes.

It seems that this person is the one who "drunkards don't care about drinking".
I saw nine people standing in a row with their hands behind their backs and their heads held high. Anyajie stood in front of them with her back straight and said something.

At this time, Anyajie had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a white taekwondo uniform with a black belt on top. She stood there with her hands behind her back, looking heroic and energetic.

Si Tianmu looked at it with a feeling of enchantment in his heart.

Anyajie stared at the students in front of her eyes like a torch: "I told you the technical characteristics of Taekwondo yesterday, do you all remember?"

"remember."

"Louder." Anyajie's voice was full of air.

"Remember!" There was a loud voice in the training ground.

Anyajie nodded in satisfaction: "Xiao Pang, tell me, what are the technical characteristics of Taekwondo?"

The 200-jin fat man came out, with his hands behind his back, his legs stretched out, and his eyes fixed on the front: "Taekwondo is mainly based on kicks, using both fists and feet, emphasizing breathing, and speaking out."

"Well, not bad, go back to the queue."

"Zhang Shasha, keep talking." Anyajie looked at the leading female student.

Zhang Shasha stepped out, with her hands behind her back and her chest up, looking ahead.

"Taekwondo's movements pursue speed, strength and effect, and breaking is used as a means of testing skills. Taekwondo does not pay attention to ostentation, and all movements focus on technical fighting."

"Very good, return to the team."

"Liao Zihui, continue." Anyajie looked at the oldest male student.

Although the man is the oldest among all the students, his voice is very loud.

"Taekwondo pays attention to the beginning and the end of courtesy, and both internal and external cultivation. In any situation, Taekwondo practitioners always treat each other with courtesy. Practice activities must start with courtesy and end with courtesy, so as to develop the role of humility, friendliness, and tolerance. Keep improving yourself in terms of recuperation.”

"Yes, these must not only be remembered, but also strictly abided by, and return to the team."

"Zhang Shuo."

"..." No one came out.

"Zhang Shuo." Anyajie looked at Zhang Shuo, who had delicate features and was slightly immature, and raised her voice.

Zhang Shuo was staring at Anyajie fascinatedly. After hearing his name, he immediately came back to his senses and promised loudly with his hands behind his back: "Here."

Anyajie stared at him: "It's your turn."

Zhang Shuo looked at Anyajie and smiled flatteringly: "What should I do?"

Anyajie said it again patiently: "It's up to you."

Zhang Shuo scratched his head: "What are you talking about?"

The students behind all pursed their lips and held back their laughter.

Zhang Shuo looked back at his teammates behind him, then turned around and smiled silly at Anyajie.

Anya stared at Zhang Shuo with a clean face, "Zhang Shuo, you didn't pay attention in class, and your mind drifted off. Go to the opposite side and sit with your head in your hands for 100 squats."

"What?" Zhang Shuo immediately made a bitter face.

"Sister An, no, Coach An, 100 is too many."

"Zhang Shuo." Anyajie looked at him seriously.

"Since you are my student, you must abide by my rules. I don't care what you do outside. When you come here, you only have one identity, a Taekwondo practitioner."

"My responsibility is to let you understand this skill and learn this skill. If you can't accept my teaching method, you can choose to change the coach or leave the gym."

"But our gym will not refund the tuition fee." Anyajie stared closely at Zhang Shuo.

"Zhang Shuo, now, tell me your choice."

Zhang Shuo glanced at Anyajie and whispered, "I am willing to accept the punishment."

"I can not hear."

"I am willing to accept the punishment." Zhang Shuo almost roared out.

"Then go soon."

"Yes." Zhang Shuo turned around immediately, trotted to the front of the big mirror, and squatted down with his head in his arms.

Anyajie ignored Zhang Shuo and looked at the students in front of her: "Okay, today's training begins."

Si Tianmu looked at Anyajie with a serious face, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Coach An is notoriously strict in our gymnasium. She doesn't care what the status of the opponent is, as long as she fails to meet her requirements, she will be severely punished."

"That's why many students love and hate her."

Si Tianmu looked at Anyajie and twitched the corners of his mouth: "She has such a hot temper now, it seems that if I want to take her down, it will be a protracted battle."

"Sir, have you decided? Do you want to practice or not?" The receptionist did not forget her job.

Si Tianmu raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I also want to see how strict your Coach An is."

"Okay, then come with me."

Si Tianmu glanced at Anyajie, turned around and followed the receptionist.

Zhang Shuo sat with his head in his arms for twenty squats and his legs began to tremble. He told himself that he must persevere, so that he could get along with his goddess day and night and have zero distance contact.

Zhang Shuo's family is rich, he is a standard rich second generation, and he is also a well-known star. He and Anya Jie got acquainted in a martial arts scene.

A few months ago, Zhang Shuo went to the Biancheng Gymnasium to shoot a martial arts scene. The director asked him to stand on a high platform and fly handsomely to the ground with a banner falling down.

However, he was a little afraid of heights, and his legs shook when he stood on the high platform, but the staff Wia didn't help him buckle it up, and he fell down when he stepped on the air.

All the people present were taken aback. There was no cushion underneath, and it would be terrible for this person to fall. Just when Zhang Shuo was screaming in fright.

A white figure leaped onto the high platform with lightning speed, soared into the air to hug Zhang Shuo who fell down with one hand, and tightly grasped the banner with the other hand.

The two slowly flew from the air to the ground.

Zhang Shuo was in Anyajie's arms, looking up obsessively at Anyajie who was wearing a white Taoist uniform.

He suddenly felt that he was lying in the arms of a fairy, who flew down from the sky to save him.

When the two fell to the ground steadily, there was a burst of warm applause on the training ground.

"Are you okay?" Anyajie looked at Zhang Shuo who had been hanging on her body, wondering if his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up.

Zhang Shuo looked at Anyajie without blinking. From that moment on, Anyajie became the goddess in Zhang Shuo's heart.

He began to pursue An Yajie fiercely, sending flowers to Anyajie in different ways every day, inviting her to dinner, and inviting her to the banquet.

But they were all rejected by Anyajie, Zhang Shuo didn't give up, and asked Anyajie if there was something wrong with him, and he would definitely change it.

Anyajie only said one sentence: "I don't date boys younger than me, I'm old enough to be your big sister."

Zhang Shuo's glass heart shattered instantly, he really hated why his mother gave birth to him so late.

Wouldn't he be the same age as Sister An if he was born five years earlier?But in the next second, Zhang Shuo was full of confidence again.

"It must be that we haven't known each other long enough. As long as we can get along day and night, Sister An will definitely find out that I am good."

Suddenly Zhang Shuo was full of strength, and the speed of squatting became faster and faster.

A day of training is short for those who work hard, but it is long for those who are lazy. When the students dispersed, An Yajie also ended her day of training and was ready to go home with her bag on her back. .

When she walked to the entrance of the gymnasium, an Audi Q7 was parked at the entrance, and a resolute and handsome man came out of the car.

"Anya, let me take you home."

Anyajie twitched her mouth when she saw the person coming. Lu Bing, the deputy director and coach of their gymnasium, had been showing her goodwill both openly and secretly.

Anyajie smiled and walked down the stairs: "It's Coach Lu, thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, a student wants to invite me to dinner, and I will go back after dinner."

"Is that Zhang Shuo again?" Lu Bing couldn't help frowning. Almost everyone in the gym knew about Zhang Shuo chasing Anya Jie.

Anyajie shook her head: "No, it's the other one, you go first, we have to go shopping for a while after dinner."

"Okay." Lu Bing sighed helplessly.

"Then I'll ask you out next time."

Anyajie smiled and said nothing, so Lu Bing had no choice but to drive away.

Anyajie looked at the direction where Lu Bing disappeared, and slowly put away the smile on her face.

How could she not know Lu Bing's intentions, but it is difficult to thaw out the frozen heart, and the love that has sunk to the bottom of the sea is not easy to make waves again.

Anyajie walked to the door of the apartment with a box of fast food, took out the key and was about to open the door.

"Anya." A voice came from behind, with excitement, excitement, and a little caution.

Anyajie's hand holding the key tightened suddenly, she turned around slowly, and Si Tianmu's handsome face appeared in front of her.

She looked at Si Tianmu who was so excited, she stood there without moving, and there was no expression of joy or anger on her face.

Si Tianmu calmed down his excited heart, restrained his frantic heartbeat, and approached An Yajie step by step.

"An Ya." Si Tianmu stretched out his hand to support Anyajie's arm, but Anyajie took a step back and looked at Si Tianmu calmly.

Si Tianmu's hand froze in the air, and in the end he could only slowly make a fist and draw it back.

"Anya, I want to talk to you, can I?"

Anyajie stared at Si Tianmu for a while, her eyes were still calm: "What are you talking about?"

"I..." Si Tianmu didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"If you're here to apologize, then I've received it, and you can go."