The wealthy man who got married in a flash marriage can’t hide his wife’s vest anymore

Qingli is going to participate in the training camp for the international competition. This time, a large sum of money has been paid to hire a one-on-one instructor, which shows the importance the higher-ups attach to this competition.

They hope to make it to the finals.

It doesn’t matter whether you get a ranking or not, as long as you can enter the finals, it is a huge improvement.

"Why not ask people from Tianyuanhui for guidance?" Qing Li frowned.

Foreign experts?

Not to mention their level, can they teach seriously?

The head coach knew her situation and smiled bitterly, "I have invited her every year, but the results are minimal."

It’s not that the people at Tianyuanhui are not good enough, but that they don’t know how to teach at all.

Qing Li fell silent after hearing this, thinking of the same thing happening to Grandpa Zhu, Grandpa Jin and others. He himself was very good at playing chess, but when it came to teaching, it was common for him to bang the table and curse, and sometimes he even wished he could die from anger.

The person guiding Qing Li was a yellow-haired foreigner with a slight beer belly. Feeling his gaze, Qing Li frowned and looked over, then saw him smiling and greeting him.

"Little beauty, I will be your mentor during this period. Be good and obedient. I am very optimistic about you."

The man spoke English with an American accent, and his demeanor made him look slick and greasy. Qing Li turned a cold face and did not answer.

"In order for us to have a relaxing and enjoyable training, let's get to know each other." As he said that, the yellow-haired foreigner opened his arms and wanted to hug Qing Li.

This time the language used was not pure Chinese.

Everyone's faces turned dark when they saw this scene.

Does this idiot think they don't know foreign etiquette? He just comes up and hugs the girl!

Veins bulged on the head coach's forehead, and he stepped forward to pull the man away, but was stopped by Li Yao.

"Coach, didn't you see that they didn't refuse? I also want to have a wonderful and enjoyable training with you, coach."

When Li Yao said this, he gritted his teeth.

The elder sister who was parachuted in not only has no ability, but also has character problems.

Does she think that if she pleases these people, they will be able to help her advance to the finals?

Ridiculous and ignorant!

Being pulled by Li Yao, the head coach was unable to move forward, but he saw that the coach also did not move forward, and he immediately felt puzzled.

Could it be that this person was using this kind of greasy humor to tease Jiang Qingli?

Li Yao was still angry. Bai Kai pulled his sleeve and his body moved towards him.

Changing your perspective, you see completely different things.

The head coach also noticed something was wrong. He took two steps towards this side and saw Qing Li looking at the coach with a half-smile, while the coach's face was already covered in sweat.

Qing Li held a knife in his hand, the tip of the knife was against the foreign coach's neck, and a crystal bead of blood spread out.

Isn’t that the fruit knife they just used to peel the fruit!

When did it get into her hands?

Qing Li looked at the foreign coach and smiled, "Hello coach, my name is Jiang Qing Li, please pay more attention to me. Oh, I forgot to mention that the way we Chinese communicate with each other is a little different. Do you like this way?"

She spoke English with a pure accent and looked stunning with a smile on her face as she looked at the foreign coach.

Unfortunately, the foreign coach had no intention of appreciating her beauty and only felt trembling in his heart.

It is said that Orientals are good at Kung Fu, and this seems to have been proven true today.

He had been staring at Jiang Qingli, but he didn't know when she took the fruit knife. When he reacted, he still felt a stinging pain in the soft flesh of his chin.

"Don't get excited, I just want to be friends with you." The coach raised his hands subconsciously.

Qing Li's smile faded slightly, his eyes turned cold, "Really? I misunderstood. Oh, sorry, my hands were shaking just now."

While he was speaking, a bloody mark appeared on the foreign coach's chin. It was not deep, but the blood flowing down was very scary.

The foreign coach looked at Qing Li as if he were a devil. He practiced backing away, then took off his work permit from around his neck and threw it on the ground.

"You Orientals are all crazy!"

He left angrily.

Qing Li looked at the fruit knife, feeling somewhat regretful. If it weren't for the foreigner wanting to make a move, perhaps she could have tried out the foreigner's Go level.

Putting the fruit knife on the table, he looked up, facing everyone's shocked gazes, and said to the head coach as if nothing had happened: "I don't need a one-on-one match, I can just watch the game."

Li Yao and Bai Kai looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

It turned out that I was quite polite when I spoke to them, at least no knives were used.

Li Yao thought that it would be better not to provoke her easily when he was alone in the future.

Boys should protect themselves well when they are outside.

The head coach smiled bitterly and nodded.

After such a commotion, it is impossible for others to teach him anymore. Of course, this matter cannot be let go. He will report the video and prove that it was the foreigner who sexually harassed him first.

Qingli was just protecting himself.

The other three foreign coaches frowned and looked at Qing Li with dissatisfaction.

They think that Chinese women are rough and rude and have no manners at all.

Let's make a simple arrangement here. With what happened just now, it seems even more awkward to arrange an ice-breaking activity. Let's just let everyone play the game directly and have a preliminary understanding of each other's level.

While the head coach was dealing with the yellow-haired coach's affairs, Qing Li wandered around the four games to see the level of these four foreign masters.

I heard that these four foreign masters also have great backgrounds. Two of them have won runner-up in international competitions, and the other two have won third place.

This level should be more than enough to train a few young guys.

Qing Li thinks so, and the head coach thinks so too.

Li Yao and others tried their best to show off.

Soon the results of the first game came out, and without exception, China lost every game.

This result was expected, and one coach praised Li Yao highly.

What he meant was that, although he lost, Li Yao’s talent was the highest he had ever seen.

Li Yao was excited when he received the praise and thanked the coach solemnly.

After that, they started playing one game after another. Time flew by and three consecutive days of high-intensity training made everyone look tired.

But Li Yao was in high spirits. At the end of the first day, he won a game against the foreign coach!

You have to know that the foreign coach who guides him is the best among these five people. What does this mean? It means that his level is very high.

The foreign coaches all had expressions of amazement on their faces, and some even said that if he hadn't been representing China, he would have wanted to poach Li Yao.

The head coach was also very happy about the high evaluation of the foreign coach.

Li Yao is the hope of the entire team.

Of course there is also Jiang Qingli. Although I don’t know what her level is, she was recommended by all the top masters of Tianyuanhui, so I think she won’t be bad.

Dominic is 36 years old. He started participating in international competitions at the age of and has won five or six second and third places, big and small.

The only regret is that I failed to win a championship, as the international arena is just too intense.

Dominic is the youngest and best-maintained foreigner among the four. Although he has a mustache, he can still be considered handsome.

He said to Li Yao: "Our goal is to win the championship!"

Li Yao was full of passion.

"You are very talented and your level is no problem. If we play against each other more often, it will be of great help to you," Dominic said.

On the third day, Dominic played against him, and Li Yao won three out of ten games.

Even the head coach was extremely surprised.

Bai Kai was also happy for him, he had always thought that his level was similar to Li Yao's, but he didn't expect the difference was so big. He hadn't won a single game so far and was suppressed very badly.

Everyone was happy, happy for Li Yao, except Qing Li, whose face looked increasingly grim.

Qing Li had been watching the game since the third day. Whenever Li Yao won a game and his cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes would wander over the chessboard.

After Li Yao defeated his coach at the start of the fourth day, Dominic said with a wry smile: "You are the most talented person I have ever seen. In two days, I may have nothing to teach you."

Li Yao spoke modestly, but his pride and complacency were visible to the naked eye.

At lunch time, Li Yao was eating and found the old woman Jiang Qingli sitting opposite him. His appetite suddenly lost.

"Is something wrong?"

He spoke in a bad tone, but when he thought of her holding the fruit knife, he swallowed the bad words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Qing Li said while eating: "You have been a little bit arrogant recently."

Li Yao's face darkened, and he sneered, "You are jealous of my talent. You pissed off the foreign coach and no one is following you to practice. You come to me and my coach every day. It would be fine if I ignored you, but you are so shameless as to start teaching me a lesson."

Qing Li put down his chopsticks and looked at him seriously, "Haven't you noticed that you've been playing less games recently? You haven't been working as hard as you did the past two days."

"Do you think that if you beat Dominic, you can really become the world champion?"

"You're still a long way from here. If you relax now, you'll definitely lose miserably in the real competition."

Li Yao was so angry at her series of words that his heart ached.

The head coach thought that he was the best and the one with the greatest hope of winning the championship. This old woman was definitely envious and jealous, so she came to attack her on purpose.

Li Yao simply took his plate and went to another table to eat, not wanting to look at her again.

An old woman is an old woman.

Qing Li sat there quietly and finished her meal. Although she didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters, she had to be patient when she thought of Mr. Zhu's last wishes before his death.

Li Yao is indeed a rare genius, but he is unstable and has a flamboyant personality.

Many people think that this is nothing compared to talent, just a small shortcoming, but when a genius eventually becomes an unknown passerby, it is usually because of over-praise or because his mind is not firm enough.

After Qing Li had his meal, when passing by the stadium, he saw two people sitting under the shade of a tree not far away, Dominic and another foreign coach.

"Li Yao is really talented. I never thought that there would be such a talented person among Orientals." Dominic looked at the playground in the distance.

"It's rare to hear you praise someone like this, and I never thought you would lose to a child," said the foreign coach.

Dominic laughed, "Do you think I really lost?"