Chapter 1021: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Two Hundred and Eighty-Four)

Feng Ling pulled away the seat next to him, and sat on a slightly more comfortable seat from the side beside him: "Boss, head coach, please get the irrelevant people out, why are everyone else in a daze? Continue practicing "

Before the words fell, he grabbed his wrist.

The man strode in from outside the door, grabbed her firmly, and did not retreat at all: "Coach Ling, I have something to tell you."

He didn't call her by her name anymore, but respected her by calling her what she is now.

Even, he was so strong that she couldn't pull her hand back at all.

Feng Ling finally raised his head, looked at him, and said impatiently: "You can't see me in class? Mr. Li, are you always like this, your things are always the most important, you must get what you want, The feelings you want must also be obtained. If you want others to wait for you for three years, you must wait for you. No matter what others are unwilling or wronged, they must first obey your wishes and act according to your wishes. Everyone must surround you in everything. You, you are the youngest of the Li family, and I am an orphan with no father, no mother, and no backer, so I will be bullied by you inside and out, and after I get out of the place that belongs to you, I will have to fight again Continue to be tortured by you?"

Li Nanheng paused and let go.

When her black and white eyes were fixed in his eyes, he could clearly see the indifference and defensiveness in her eyes, as well as some red bloodshot eyes due to the unhealed cold and fever.

Except for the time when she forced her to point at him because he kissed her and bullied her, she had never seen him like this.

But it was the look in his eyes that made Li Nanheng's heart ache for two years, it seemed as if even the last drop of blood was about to be shed in an instant.

The man wanted to say something, but he looked at her who was always sitting on the seat indifferently, and finally said only one sentence: "I'll wait for you outside."

He turned and left, and walked out under the suspicious eyes of the Budokan owner and head coach, and also closed the classroom door by the way.

Under Feng Ling's cold voice again, those students who just thought they were watching some love-hate TV series hurriedly continued to practice, so as not to provoke the cold-faced female coach who seems to be in a bad mood now, but still He couldn't help but occasionally look in Feng Ling's direction.

So her name is Feng Ling.

Which zero is it? Is it still the number zero? Or which zero? The bell of the bell? Or the spirit of the water spirit? It doesn't seem to match her style.

Under the curious eyes of a group of people, the water glass in Feng Ling's hand suddenly spilled on the ground, and the full glass of water fell at her feet, splashing onto the edge of her trouser legs.

But obviously she didn't notice it herself, she still sat there with no expression on her face, and her eyes were also indifferent.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Ling looked at them expressionlessly.

A group of male students thought absently, the water in the glass seemed to be very hot, didn't she feel it was hot?

Who was that man just now?

For so long, they have often discussed in private what kind of man can subdue a woman like Coach Ah Ling. It seems that Chen Beiqing's kind and rich young master can't suppress her at all, and he can't conquer her at all.

But the one who entered the door just now, apparently, in all aspects and in terms of momentum, it is rare for them to find that Coach Ah Ling is actually a bit shorter.

Looking up at the short-haired woman sitting in front, she calmly picked up the water glass on the ground, and gently put it aside: "If you look at it again, class will be over immediately. If you have any substandard actions when you are on stage, you will be fine. Don't come to me and cry when a joke is made in front of your classmates from all over the world."

Li Nanheng looked at the time.

Minutes passed by, Feng Ling still didn't finish class.

He knows how seriously she takes everything. She is the same as before, but the nature of her work is different.

But she still had a high fever of thirty-nine degrees in the early hours of this morning. He stayed by her bed for several hours and gave her antipyretics, but it was obviously not effective. He went out to buy her some breakfast in the morning, and when he came back, he found that the woman had gone out go to work.

Thinking of the high temperature that he felt when he held her wrist just now, the man stayed in this room, every minute and every second was suffering, he opened the door outside, ignoring the boss of the Budokan next to him He and the head coach were planning to go out to get some air, but the door slammed loudly.

After Feng Ling heard the sound of closing the door inside, he finally got out of the state of indifference and expressionlessness, and said to the male students who were practicing the movements: "Practice for another half an hour and rest, and I will check again at 1 p.m. Once, it can be over after confirming that there is no problem with the tidiness, you guys continue first, I will go to the bathroom."

She got up and walked out of the classroom, and saw the empty reception room and the head coach and boss who were looking at her curiously in front of the office door, paused, said nothing, and walked towards the bathroom without looking sideways.

Feng Ling didn't go to the bathroom, she turned on the tap and washed her face.

The weather is cold, and the water is also very cold, and most of the martial arts gyms are heated by air-conditioning, so the water in the water pipes is not warm at all, and it is as cold as when the frost and snow first melted. She poured some water on her face When it was splashed, the biting chill made people tremble all over.

Looking up in the mirror, she saw herself wet.

In the small, well-lit space, her pale face had nowhere to hide, because she was running a fever, and there was a very light flush on her cheeks that didn't look particularly normal, and it couldn't be seen unless she looked carefully, but such a close-up If you look in the mirror, you can still find it.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead, and then saw that her hand belonged to the white and tender fingers of a woman, but there was a thin callus in the palm of her hand that had been worn out by holding guns all year round. Although it was not obvious, it was still there. in her palm.

Just like her, after she stopped dressing as a man, everyone who met her said she was beautiful, and asked her why she cut her hair so short, and cut off the last bit of femininity.

She always just smiled lightly and didn't answer.

Her hair, her life, are like her hands. Others look beautiful, but no one knows that she has a thin callus inside that can never be wiped off.

Looking at it, there were drops of water rolling down her face, she thought she was crying, she raised her face to look at the woman in the mirror, her eyes were dry, except for a little redness, there was no moisture at all .

She didn't cry when she was kicked out of the base in such embarrassment, and she didn't cry when she learned that Li Nanheng was married, and of course she couldn't cry now.

She was actually a little surprised at her indifferent temperament, why she didn't even shed a tear even though she couldn't stand the pain at first.

Feng Ling never thought of himself as a strong person.

She only felt that she was a child who grew up drinking wolf's milk, and was born with a heart of stone.

She shouldn't have feelings.