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Chapter 346 People Have Dreams! (Please subscribe!)
On the other side, I came to the Taekwondo Club Yifei again, and looked with satisfaction at the students who held their heads up and chests and consciously lined up in Yifei.

It's just that the placement advertisement on the back of the jersey spoils the atmosphere a bit.

"Wearing martial arts uniforms, you all have a good look, which is very good."

Yifei looked at them patrolling, and smiled slightly: "But who can tell me, what's going on with these things?"

It turns out that the shirts on the president of our painter and his girlfriend are colorfully painted. I have to say that the painting skills are pretty good.

"Report coach, this is the work we drew all morning."

The president said to Yifei proudly, obviously very satisfied with his finished product.

Yifei nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, you're very creative. Are you a flower girl? Hua Mulan? Or Hua Wuque? The martial arts uniform is for painting."

"We think it's too monotonous for nothing." The president's girlfriend said aggrievedly.

"It's not monotonous now, but you two are dressed like Crayon Shin-chan, not at all murderous. Is this practicing Taekwondo?"

Yifei said to the two of them earnestly.

"Boss, why are we murderous?" the president's girlfriend asked in surprise.

"People who practice martial arts don't have murderous intent, how can they win in the future..."

Before Yifei finished speaking, the president of the artist asked with a puzzled expression.

"What counts as winning?"

Yifei suddenly became a little dazed, and once again deeply suspected that this was a Shenma club.

"Score, count points based on the hitting position and the number of rounds."

The students peeped at each other, all looking confused, the president said again.

"We never kept score before."

Yifei looked at them suspiciously, and said in surprise: "What's the point of competitive sports without scoring? How did your coach train?"

The president smiled happily: "That's it."

I saw everyone sitting in a warm group, an old man playing the erhu, and the students happily singing "Edelweiss"...

Seeing this joyful scene, Yifei was filled with enthusiasm, and took a few deep breaths of the prehistoric power boiling in his body under the air pressure.

"But this is not Taekwondo at all."

The president said with a look of emotion: "The old coach said that we should treat taekwondo as a kind of enjoyment, and enjoy every minute on and off the court, so this atmosphere is very important. We call this Freestyle, you see~ "

All the students took out a certificate of award from behind following the president's order.

"These are the certificates our club won in the singing competition."

Yifei looked at it at a glance, darling, they are still first and second prizes, and Yifei slowly exhaled the breath he had inhaled before.

"Listen, taekwondo is competition, and competition is victory. If you don't even know who the winner is, then who does the trophy belong to?"

The president looked at the excited Yifei in a daze, and said thoughtfully.

"The trophy belongs to everyone involved."

"Clap clap clap..."

All the students applauded in agreement.

Yifei was almost suffocated from internal injuries. In order to let his blood flow smoothly, Yifei finally made a decision.

"The devil's training begins. Warm up and run 50 times back and forth. Don't be lazy. Just remember. Don't play with your life now. You will play with your life in the future. From today onwards, only the winner can rest, and only the winner can go to the bathroom. I get high."

Yifei stood in the middle of the field, holding a whip, and asked the students to start running around him. If anyone showed slack, Yifei would lightly flick the whip at him, and he would naturally run again.

"Adjust the processor to Turbo Boost, keep your chest up, your stomach in, and your head up, Go Go Go!"

"From today onwards, our Taekwondo club is called Aiwu Club, you all shout it out loud to me."

At this time, the president suddenly ran to Yifei's side, and said flatteringly, "Coach, do you really want to shout out? Can we sing?"

Yifei thought there was something wrong with him, but unexpectedly wanted to carry over the previous trick, and immediately kicked him in anger.

The startled president hurriedly jumped far away, and consciously returned to the team running in circles.

That night, Yang San and Yu Mo were "reading" books in the living room.

Yifei happily opened the door and entered again.

"Yifei, what happened? Are you in a good mood."

Yu Mo leaned lazily in Yang San's arms, looking at Yifei with a smile.

"Of course not bad. I still remember my class of Taekwondo students. I think they can still be rescued."

Yifei cheerfully picked up an apple on the coffee table, wiped it briefly, and began to bite it.

"Oh~ how did you...rescue them?"

Yang San looked curiously at Yifei who had gnawed the apple with its core in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help admiring, the teeth are so good!
Yifei wiped his mouth casually, and excitedly told Yang San and Yu Mo what happened at school today.

After training for a period of time, Yifeizai students stopped first and lined up again.

"Students, I would like to tell you an exciting news. I have signed up for you to participate in the college student taekwondo league on weekends. You will have the opportunity to compete with professional players from various universities, and to defeat them, are you very happy?" Excited?"

"..."

Five seconds later, the students ran away in a panic, and several of them bumped into each other in a panic, and disappeared before Yifei's eyes in just an instant.

"How about it? Are my students full of energy? When they heard that there was a competition, they were so happy that they couldn't even speak. They all went home excitedly to prepare."

Yifei, who feels good about herself, has no idea why they ran away.

Yang San and Yu Mo looked at each other amusedly. It has to be said that Yifei is sometimes very careful, but sometimes her lines are very thick.

"Yifei, don't you think they might be scared and run home scared by you?"

Yifei heard Yu Mo's words and shouted in doubt.

"Scared away? What's there to be afraid of? Every time I meet a match, I'm too excited."

"Yifei, don't compare yourself to these mortals, not everyone can call Demacia."

Yang San smiled and said to Yifei that he could understand Yifei's thoughts, but his approach was a bit radical.

Yifei still didn't believe it, and said stubbornly: "My students will definitely not let me down. They will use a dripping victory to thank me for my tireless teaching to them."

Seeing Yifei leaving without listening to persuasion, Yu Mo shook his head lightly and sighed.

"Hey, San'er, Yifei's temper has come up again. It's really hard for those students."

Yang San smiled indifferently: "Don't think so much, at least Yifei said something very good, people always have dreams, if you don't work hard now, the boss will be sad, everyone understands the truth, but is willing to put it into practice There are not many people there, and Yifei will whip them up later, just in case it succeeds."

"What about the remaining 9999 per ten thousandths?"

(End of this chapter)