Chapter 152 Uncle, offended
I really don’t see what’s so great about it…
Jiang Yan complained inwardly.
The indoor training ground smelled of fried chicken, and the young athletes swallowed and cursed.
"So, we are no longer on the same team as those country bumpkins?"
"That's not the best, no one is holding you back."
"I really don't know what the program team is thinking. Is she worthy of letting this guy be the head coach?"
Director Hu wanted to say.
match!
Not only matching! It’s also versatile!
Qiao Yu finished eating KFC, clapped her palms, and wanted to rub it on her sleeves. Jiang Yin immediately grabbed her, wiped her hands full of oil, and wiped her mouth randomly.
"Prince, we are doing laundry these days. You want to be more clean."
Wen Su nodded like he was pounding garlic, and stretched out his two cold and red claws pitifully.
"It's cold to wash clothes."
"You still have the nerve to mention it. If you hadn't snitched on Brother Weichen, we wouldn't have been punished."
Jiang Yin glared at Wen Su.
Wen Su looked innocent.
"I didn't...I really didn't..."
He hasn't reported anything in a long time.
A certain person who was blamed for the crime coughed, and the two brothers patted Jiang Yin on the shoulders.
"We are all brothers, don't quarrel."
"Prince, just spoil him."
Wen Su: “!!!”
Prince!
You put the blame on me!
Qiao Yu touched her nose guiltily and ran away quickly.
"We'll train after we eat. Let's start quickly."
"!!!"
Jiang Yin caught her little move at a glance.
The two grew up wearing crotchless pants, and he didn't know anything about the prince.
If you move your ears, it means you are very interested.
If you touch your nose, it means you are lying with a guilty conscience!
It's the prince's report!
Prince, you are not a brother enough!
The two little ones looked at each other.
"Let's not do the laundry for the prince."
"I listen to Brother Mingying!"
When we have a common enemy, we become allies!
The feud that had been formed since the last fight was instantly forgotten.
How did Qiao Yu know that one word could cause the brothers to turn against each other?
She gathered the people together and prepared for training.
"Old rule, first go through a hundred tricks before talking."
She stretched out her hand, and Su Heng folded a slender branch from outside and handed it to her.
"Let's start from Xiaokunshan. Master, let's see how you have been practicing in the past few months."
Break a branch into a sword!
The disciples were frightened, tensed up, and spoke in low voices.
"Uncle Yinzhen, there is no sword competition in the ring competition."
"If we don't compete, then we don't need to practice?"
"..."
I'm scared, I'm completely scared.
If it's a boxing match, they can still beg for mercy, saying they're not good at boxing, but if it's a sword match, they can't even ask for mercy.
The eldest disciple Xu Yan calmed his mind and drew his sword.
The sword was unsheathed and a whistle made all the athletes in the training ground look over.
"Are they competing with swords?"
"What's going on?"
All eyes were instantly focused, including Jiang Yan's.
"Uncle Master, I'm asking for advice——"
Finished.
The boy moved!
Kunshan sword technique, holding a sword flower beautifully on the wrist, the sword is as fast as lightning, and the cold light is exposed.
So fast!
The little athletes’ eyes widened!
But he didn't expect an afterimage to catch the edge of the sword and slap it on the young man's wrist.
"The momentum is wrong, come again!"
A fleeting word, and the whole audience fell into silence!
Xu Yan gritted his teeth, stopped holding the sword and stabbed it directly.
"Pah——"
Another sound.
This sound was drawn on the sword's edge!
The obviously fragile tree branch was like an unsheathed sword in her hands!
"Slow down! Come again!"
Qiao Yu had a cold face and didn't move.
"Is this how you have interacted with your master these past few months?"
The young Kunshan disciples couldn't bear to see it.
Xu Yan stared at the sword in his hand, feeling very sad.
Chapter completed!