"Yes!" The male student stretched his voice very naughtyly, but when he met the coach's sight, he instantly pursed his lips and said no.

After looking at him coldly for a while, Feng Ling withdrew his gaze and turned to the side of the student on the other side.

Her current name is A Ling, and she is also Ling.

Zero means nothing, and it is also a restart.

After leaving the Xi base two years ago, she left Los Angeles directly. She originally wanted to go further and go to other countries, but found that she had not experienced enough since childhood and was used to it in the United States. Other places may not be suitable for her survival. Later, by chance, she went to Boston and entered this martial arts hall to be a coach.

She spent half a year adapting to life here, and another year to accept such a peaceful life. She dealt with these international students in her early twenties every day. Most of them have good family conditions and are arrogant. They just want to find something to learn. But they have too much money and have no place to spend it. They find some "serious business" to pass the time. At the beginning, they didn't care much about learning. However, not long after, she got angry and didn't dare to leave a martial arts class, and they didn't dare to make fun of it during class.

Just as he walked to a student who had been studying with her for more than a year, the student suddenly turned his head and looked at her and asked in a low voice: "Miss A Ling, I heard that this champion has a prize of 500,000 US dollars. Do you want to treat us all to a meal..."

Feng Ling paused his movements and suddenly turned his eyes to look at him.

The other party immediately turned his head back in fear and continued to make standard moves, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.

However, he was kicked in the back of the knee: "The posture is wrong!"

Student: “…”

"What are you calling me?" Feng Ling looked at him coldly.

"...Miss A Ling...ah!" After being kicked again, the other party instantly said with a sad face: "Coach A Ling."

When the others heard the movement, they would hold back their laughter, otherwise whoever really laughed out loud would definitely be themselves the next one to suffer.

Seeing that he became honest, Feng Ling turned around and continued to look at the next person with a cold face. He checked his posture one by one and adjusted it. She walked back to the front and stared at them for five minutes. Then she said, "How did you practice the decomposition movements and the coherent movements of the shoulder-strike that I taught you last time? Who thinks that you are doing well? Come over and fight me."

Several students looked at each other. This was the rhythm of Coach A Ling's active pursuit of abuse. A group of people were about to step forward, but the first one who stood in the front rushed forward first.

However, the faster you rush up, the more you lose face. I thought I could resist such a thin woman directly on my shoulders and then fall back to the ground. Who knew that the loopholes in all movements were too big. Feng Ling just stretched out his hand and directly let the force in the other party's hand disappear. Instead, he used too much force and lay back to the ground.

While the audience was holding back their laughter, Feng Ling clapped his hands and said without changing his face: "Next."

Another one came up, and the same result was the same. I wanted to get the brute force to drop the instructor, but I fell to the ground first every time.

If you go up one more, you will fall even harder.

Seeing a tall and slender woman with a beautiful face, she had a stunning hair cut and dressed up in such a neutral dress. She was loose martial arts and sportswear every day. She was so thin, she was so good at it that many men could not defeat her.
Chapter completed!