Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "I saw you staring at our teacher Qin with fierce eyes when I was out of school!"

    When Jiang Zichen said this, he stared at Fu Zhihuan's face without blinking, and his voice was clear: "The girls in our class said that this is what boys do when they are jealous!"

    "And then what?"

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, and seemed to ask this question quite casually.

    And then?

    Jiang Zishen was puzzled by this question, he rolled his eyes, then raised his chin proudly: "In the future, you are not allowed to kill me like you did before, or I will tell you Sister Wen Ruan!"

    Finally, the big devil on the way to his growth has also been pinched.

    Fu Zhihuan smiled softly, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, but the expression on his face was surprisingly calm.

    After a while, Fu Zhihuan shouted: "Simon."

    "Huh?"

    "Last time in judo class, you instigated Xiaopang and Xiaozhuang to fight, and while Zhao Zichen was going to mediate the conflict, you went to the toilet to play King Glory. You also shared the team sharing record and sent it to me on WeChat."

    "I..."

    "Then you forgot to block it when you lost four games in a row and made dirty words in the circle of friends that night. I'm sorry, I took a screenshot."

    "This..."

    "By the way, I also found that in a few screenshots of your game, there is a girl's avatar and you are using a couple ID."

    "She..."

    "And the girl who rode home with you in my car last week."

    Fu Zhihuan said slowly, "I saw her holding the hand of a tall boy in a plaid shirt today and went home together."

    What? !

    Jiang Zishen's pupils shrank, as if struck by lightning.

    It took about three seconds for him to recover from the great grief, kicking the ground with his head drooping, looking down and depressed.

    "Child, have you learned to threaten me?"

    "Sorry..."

    Fu Zhihuan stood up, flicked Jiang Zishen's forehead with his index finger, and said calmly, "Well, this is jealous."

    Jiang Zishen's mood was visibly gloomy.

    He drooped his head without saying a word, and by the way, he stretched out his hand to fasten the belt around his waist, then turned silently, and walked out of the locker room.

    Looks like you've been traumatized?

    He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

    Just as he took out his lighter and was about to lower his head to light it, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped.

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes, his thoughts were surging. After a long time, he reached out and took off the cigarette and put it back in the cigarette case.

    With my own determination, I will not be threatened by a word from a teenage child.

    However, some things became clear in my mind as if they were enlightened by that sentence.

    He seemed to pay more attention to Wen Ruan than he thought.

    Zhao Zichen's father chatted with Wen Ruan for a while, then stood up with his hands behind his back, and continued to check the practice of other people in the hall.

    Wen Ruan waited for a while before seeing Jiang Zishen come out of the locker room with his head drooping, looking sluggish. He walked to the youth class without even looking up, and stood quietly in the corner.

    What?

    Why did the child who was so happy just now wilt instantly?

    Wen Ruan waited for a while, but did not see Fu Zhihuan come out.

    "Miss, are you waiting for someone?"

    He stretched out his hand to support the railing, raised his chin towards Wen Ruan, and looked like he was deliberately acting handsome.

    Wen Ruan turned her head when she heard the sound, glanced at the 1.8 meter in front of her, and nodded politely: "Yes."

    Perhaps it was because Wen Ruan's expression was not very cold, and the one-meter-eight seemed more confident: "Are you interested in learning judo? I can teach you."

    "I don't have much interest, I'm afraid I won't learn."

    Wen Ruan smiled and declined politely.

    There was laughter and roars from behind—

    "Just practice."

    "Miss, give me a chance."

    "Our little Zhang Ke is the most sympathetic to the fragrance and cherishing the jade, so just put on a few poses and teach some basics, so it won't hurt you."

    Wen Ruan raised her eyes and refused for the second time: "I'm sorry, I don't really want to learn."

    But as if they were afraid of being rejected and lost, the group of people hugged and coaxed, but they refused to forgive—

    "Come on, we won't do it."

     "Just learn two tricks at will, and it's not ashamed. Others want to ask him to teach them."

    Wen Ruan didn't like the feeling of rushing the ducks to the shelves. With the coaxing here, almost everyone looked in this direction.

    Even Jiang Zishen, who was standing in the distance, raised his head.

    It feels bad to be watched like this.

    So Wen Ruan sighed, stood up, tied his hair that had been scattered over his shoulders, and tied it into a high ponytail.

    She bent over, went around under the railing and entered the training ground, then raised her head and said lightly, "Yes, you can try."

    After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of hiss like a flood—

     "Hey, Miss Sister is quite saving face."

    "Xiao Zhang, you have to seize the opportunity this time."

    The one-meter-eight and his companion just looked at each other a few times, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't use a lot of strength."

    Wen Ruan glanced at him, didn't say a word, just raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, moving his arm.

    The 1.8m saw this and smiled and moved his muscles. Then, spread your feet shoulder-width apart, straighten your knees that were just bent, and look ready.

    He moved his neck and said, "Miss, first you have to..."

    Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes, not listening to the nonsense of the person in front of her. Instead, he took a quick step forward, pressing his right shoulder against the 1.8 meter shoulder, clasping his arms with both hands, and pulling down violently.

    I simply threw him across the shoulders, knocking him to the ground.

    "Bang-"

    A heavy voice sounded, attracting countless people's attention.

    After a few seconds of silence, the surroundings suddenly exploded—

    "What?"

    "Xiao Zhang was knocked down by a little girl? Not so much."

    Wen Ruan stood up straight, patted her palm lightly, then turned her head to glance at the person next to her, and politely apologized: "I'm sorry."

    If she hadn't had to be so strong, she wouldn't want to be in the limelight in someone else's judo gym.

    "Just learn."

    Wen Ruan was not interested in playing prestige here, she smiled apologetically, then turned around and prepared to go back to the resting place to continue sitting and waiting for others.

    But as soon as I took a step forward, I was caught off guard by someone.

    "Wait."

    Wen Ruan turned her head and saw the coach-like man who had been standing in the distance just now suddenly stood up and walked in his direction with a gloomy face

    "Since this little girl looks very good, why don't you practice with me? You learned it, shouldn't it be judo?"

    Wen Ruan frowned.

    In fact, if the one who was 1.8 meters was really competing with himself, he would not have been knocked down all at once.

    Anyone with discernment could see that Wen Ruan was just taking advantage of his unpreparedness to act quickly.

    After all, the strength of men and women is very different, not to mention that they are people who have really learned martial arts.

    And the coach seemed to feel that the students were being taught a lesson and lost their own people.

    It is said to be practicing, but it is to regain face.

    Wen Ruan was not ready to be brave, she smiled and answered truthfully: "It's not necessary, I can't beat you."

    "I just saw you're amazing."

    The coach sneered, crossed his arms and said, "I don't have any other ideas. When people who practice this industry see their opponents, they want to learn from each other."

    While he was talking, he was already standing in front of Wen Ruan, and by the way he stretched out his hand, ready to hold her shoulders and lead people to the center of the arena.

    The atmosphere became tense in an instant, and the people who were discussing just now lowered their voices, but no one was willing to come forward to touch this bad guy to persuade.

    At this moment, a cold voice suddenly broke the silence—

    "Chen Jiao, it's not interesting to practice with a little girl."

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruan.

    The tone was still somewhat lazy, and the tone seemed to be mixed with a bit of laughter.

      I accompany you?"

    The audience was in an uproar.

    Countless people focused their attention on Fu Zhihuan and whispered—

    "Who is this person? Even Chen Jiao is willing to provoke."

    "I heard that Chen Jiao is the runner-up in the city."

    "I think this person is quite a man, otherwise he will really let others bully the little girl? My students are not optimistic, and they are still practicing, so they form a group to flirt with other people's little girls, and get slapped in the face Still not convinced."

    Fu Zhihuan is very close to Wen Ruan, but only a fist distance.

    Even when he opened his mouth to speak, Wen Ruan could clearly feel his breath hitting his neck.

    Wen Ruan turned her head subconsciously, and then bumped into the dark eyes.

    "Didn't you want you to wait for me there?"

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, straightened up, bent over and entered the training ground, "What are you running around?"

    Wen Ruan's heart beat slightly, she averted her eyes hastily, pursed her lips, and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

    Fu Zhihuan was wearing a judo uniform.

    The loose clothes on his body did not look cumbersome at all, but made him look more elegant. Clothes with a slight sense of transparency under the light, in a trance, you can see the strong back line passing through the girdle.

    The distance between the two of them is very close at this moment, as if they can feel the fiery breath spreading between them while they are talking.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, patted Wen Ruan on the shoulder, and gestured to the rest area: "Go there and wait for me."

    Chen Jiao's expression changed, he reached out and touched his neck, his tone was not as strong as before: "Mr. Fu, is this little girl yours?"

    Chen Jiao also knows a thing or two about Fu Zhihuan.

    "Hmm."

    Fu Zhihuan stood up straight in front of Chen Jiao, slowly tidied up his cuffs, and said lightly, "The person I brought."

    The author has something to say: It's a little late today, because it's very late for dinner after class at eight o'clock.

    The second update really has no energy, let's fight for it tomorrow.

    I will revise the text after finishing my homework later. I feel that the last few chapters are not in good condition.

    Draw 88 red envelopes, and send the red envelopes from the previous chapter later.

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