Heart distance

As a surname of hundreds of families, although "Han" is not a popular surname, there are millions of people across the country.Even at [-] seconds before the man appeared, Han Ziqi was still trying to paralyze himself.

Until that face was separated from him by the invisible air, all the comfort turned into futile at this moment.

Han Tingsong was wearing a clean sportswear, eye-catching from head to toe, and had a clear citrus aroma when passing by.

"Damn it, this teacher is a bit handsome!" Chang Qi beside him didn't forget to add the icing on the cake.

Han Ziqi seemed calm, but the ups and downs of his chest couldn't fool him. He couldn't even take his eyes off the man.

He doesn't know how much this person has.

Human beings always have the nature to tend to beautiful things, whether it is noble moral sentiment or vulgar handsome appearance.

He couldn't take his eyes off, and neither could the others.

A few girls learning cheerleading gathered around one after another.

Also chattering, very annoying.

"Oh my god, is that the new teacher? He's so handsome, what does he teach?"

"Ahhhhhhhhh! I like this type so much, I'm going to die!!"

"Hey, didn't you see that Han Ziqi is here?"

"It should be Sanda. I heard from his classmates that Han Ziqi applied for Sanda."

Standing right in front of the line, Han Tingsong kept an impeccable official smile, "Hello, students."

"Hello, Teacher Han!"

"This semester's Sanda class will be taught by me."

Han Tingsong swept the students around from left to right, and landed on Han Ziqi for less than a second, just like the others.

"Sanshou, also known as Sanshou. It mainly uses offensive and defensive techniques such as kicking, hitting, and throwing to control the opponent's fighting events. Sanda itself has no routines, only single moves and combinations, and it pays great attention to responsiveness."

"Sanda focuses on two-person confrontation. Before the class starts, I need a classmate to come up and cooperate with me." Han Tingsong glanced around.

"I, I, I, teacher!" Chang Qi, who had no interest in Sanda before, was unexpectedly excited and stretched out his hands desperately.

Hantingsong is very popular, besides Chang Qi, there are also several students clamoring to come up.

But Han Ziqi was definitely not among these people.

"Very good, everyone is very active." Han Tingsong walked along with Chang Qi who was holding the highest.

He stood directly in front of Chang Qi, but his eyes fell on the young man beside him.

Although Han Ziqi didn't look at him, he could feel it from the corner of his eye.

He lowered his eyes and bent his knuckles slightly, trying to pretend he didn't care.

"What's your name?" Han Tingsong moved half a body to the right, standing directly in front of him.

Han Ziqi didn't intend to deal with this psychopath at all.

Seeing that he didn't return, Chang Qi hurriedly said: "Teacher, don't worry, he is introverted and doesn't like to talk, his name is..."

"Let him speak for himself." Han Tingsong interrupted the other party, still looking at him intently, "Why, is it so difficult to tell the teacher's name?"

Han Ziqi closed his eyes slightly, let out a breath, his expression was as calm as possible, but his tone was extremely impatient, "Han Ziqi."

"Han what?" The man across from him deliberately played tricks on him.

"Han, Zi, Qi."

"Oh, the name is not unpleasant, but it's a bit cold." Han Tingsong nodded, "Then, this student Han, you can cooperate with the teacher."

Seeing that he was still standing still, Chang Qi was anxious, and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Don't just stand still, Teacher Han is waiting for you, what a rare opportunity."

Han Ziqi let go of his clenched fist and followed him to the front of the team.

"I believe that many people have misconceptions about Sanda, thinking that this type of sport is mainly about attacking. But on the contrary, we must learn to defend before attacking." Han Tingsong hooked him and put on a confrontational posture, " Kid, hit me."

Han Ziqi, who was already full of resentment, overflowed instantly when he heard the annoying name, and the anger that was about to burst out immediately.

He clenched his fists tightly, and before the other party said to start, he punched Han Tingsong on the nose.

The opponent's reaction speed was faster than he imagined, and he turned his head to avoid it a second before touching the tip of his nose.

During the negotiation process with him, Han Tingsong still did not forget to explain: "During the confrontation, dodging is the fastest and most effective way of defense."

Han Ting raised his eyebrows at him with the corners of his mouth raised, "Child, come again."

Frequent provocative words and actions pushed Han Ziqi's anger level to a higher level again, and he punched his lower abdomen.

"When you find that the opponent's strength is obviously lower than yours, or you take it lightly after being provoked by you, you can turn on the opponent." Han Tingsong took another step to hold his arm before his fist touched the vital point, and pulled it in his direction, " Attack directly."

Han Ziqi, who was restrained by his arm, did not intend to admit defeat, he clenched his other fist and swung it at Han Tingsong's right shoulder.

"Do you know what the greatest charm of fighting sports is?" Han Tingsong was relaxed, and still enjoyed negotiating with him, "It's the cute look of the other party knowing that they are not your opponent, but still clenching their teeth and refusing to admit defeat."

"Shut up!" Han Ziqi was completely enraged, and kicked the man hard.

"Of course, Sanda includes not only boxing, but also kicking. There are many types of kicking, such as kicking, whipping, kicking, and swinging." Even though the two had been fighting for a while, Han Tingsong's breathing was still steady.

"Obviously, this classmate Han wants to subdue me with kicks."

"However, before kicking, you must estimate the strength of yourself and your opponent. Otherwise..." Han Tingsong held the ankle he kicked, and quickly pressed the shoulder with his right hand and extended it to the upper arm.At the same time, he stepped up with his right foot, stepped back with his left foot, held his arms and bowed forward.

Before Han Ziqi could react, he was thrown over his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Before falling to the ground, he felt the external support of his back, which directly reduced the pain caused by the violent impact between his body and the ground.

Han Tingsong still pressed his right shoulder with his left hand, half kneeling beside him.With a short distance between the two, they could even feel the steady and warm breath from the other's nasal cavity.

In less than three seconds, Han Tingsong pulled out the palm resting on his back and put him down gently.

The sweat-soaked thin sweatshirt was in contact with the ground of the gymnasium in early winter, and it was extremely cold at the first contact.

While he was dazed, Han Tingsong stood up first, and stretched out his hand to pull him.

Maybe it's because of the strong self-esteem of a teenager, or maybe it's just that he can't understand the man in front of him.Han Ziqi lying on the ground would rather accept the biting cold than be simply helped by him.

"It's cold on the ground, get up." But the adult man didn't give him any chance to choose, bent down again, held his arm and lifted him up.

The man leaned closer to his ear and said softly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Too thin, eat more tonight, good boy."

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