It's late at night.

The people in the training ground began to pack up and leave one after another.

Qiao Yu wiped his sweat and breathed a little.

"Go to have a drink?"

Jiang Yan came over and handed over the towel.

Qiao Yu was stunned.

Look at his hand.

The hands of those who practice martial arts have wide knuckles, but these hands are slender and distinct and very beautiful.

"Thank you."

Half an hour later...

Jiang Yan's face turned dark.

In the 24-hour convenience store, three little heads gathered together, each holding a bottle of ad calcium milk, looking at the bottle in his hand with a eager eyes.

"Coach Jiang, don't you drink it?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

Why did he want to drink with this kid?

He took out a cigarette, and his tongue ignited, and he felt a little regretful.

“No smoking here.”

Wen Su pointed at him.

Jiang Yan: "..."

He wanted to leave.

Jiang Yan put out the cigarette, bought a bottle of beer, and tilted his head to take a sip.

Unlike the boy, Jiang Yan exuded a mature man's appearance, and the cashier's little girl took a sneak peek at this place several times.

‘The young man holding ad calcium milk is so handsome!’

‘So cute!!!’

‘Aoah, I love you.’

The air was filled with alcohol.

Jiang Yan handed them the beer.

"Do you want to have a bite? Try it?"

This tone is like an old uncle who lured his children to drink on New Year's Eve.

Qiao Yu shook her head.

"Can you be like a man, how old are you?"

This sentence is like an old man who abducts children.

Jiang Yin and Wen Su looked defensive.

"Our prince is fifteenth."

"Our prince has injuries on his body and cannot drink."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Qiao Yu simply pinched the bear's noodles and said lightly.

"A person who practices martial arts has injuries on his body, so shouldn't drink alcohol, so do you."

Jiang Yan smiled in surprise.

He rarely smiled. When he smiled, his former cruel face softened, and even the hideous scar was much lighter.

"It seems that you know me?"

Everyone in the circle knows that he was seriously injured and retired.

Qiao Yu frowned.

"Your hands, it looks inconvenient, wrists."

Jiang Yan's face changed.

"There is still a breath, your breath is not very stable, and there is a disease in your chest."

"Don't drink anymore. If you can't participate in the competition, the money invested by the program team will lose."

I spent two-thirds of my investment to invite people over. If I can’t make money, how can I make money?

"You still study medicine?"

Jiang Yan put down the beer, his voice was low and he felt a little depressed.

"I don't understand what Wen Su said."

“!!!”

Prince!

You're also blaming me!

Jiang Yan glanced at him, and Wen Su's beautiful face was confused.

"That, I don't understand it very much, I'm talking nonsense."

"How did you see it?" he asked.

"That's right, I learned a little when I was a kid, and I only know how to read, but I can't cure it."

How dare he say it?

The ban on the prince has not been lifted yet.

Jiang Yan shook his head and asked a group of underages what they were doing.

He took a sip of wine and let the bitter wine invade his heart and spleen.

He knew his injuries himself.

"Don't worry, if I can't participate in the competition, I can still afford the penalty."

Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you drink it."

The penalty seems to be ten times the penalty.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Why did he want to drink with this kid?

"I heard from the program team that you guys are here to inherit martial arts?"

He said again:
Chapter completed!