Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1031: The Story of Ling and Heng (294)

Chen Beiqing resisted the pain all over and stared up at the man, only to hear the man said coldly, "When I confessed my love to my woman, you were still wearing diapers."

Chen Beiqing frowned and was about to stand up, but the man pressed on his shoulders. The pressure exerted made him half-kneeled on the ground, unable to get up.

He could guess that Li Nanheng should have known Coach Ling far longer than him. But even so, Chen Beiqing had no intention of giving up. Even though he was pressed to the ground with sweat dripping down his forehead, he still sneered. "You were chasing her while I was still in diapers, but she still hasn't accepted your love? That's pathetic! Can you give me some hints from your experience of failure, Senior Li? Why does she hate you most? I will definitely learn from your experience and win her heart."

The pressure on his shoulders increased and almost crushed Chen Beiqing's shoulders.

"You wanna die?"

"Li Nanheng." The door of the classroom was opened and Feng Ling walked in. Seeing this scene, she looked indifferently at Chen Beiqing, who was reluctant to admit defeat even though he was suppressed on the ground, and then turned her eyes to the other man. "What are you doing?"

Li Nanheng moved his hands away from Chen Beiqing's shoulder deadpan, clapped his hands casually, and glanced at her lightly. "Nothing."

His attitude was so perfunctory as if telling her that he hated Chen Beiqing.

Feng Ling just ignored the fight between the two of them these days.

She was not interested in the fight between the two idiots at all. Anyway, both of them were big troubles. They'd better both disappear from her world.

"The head coach has something to talk to you about. Come out," Feng Ling said and turned away.

Chen Beiqing half-kneeled on the ground and turned his eyes to the person who had already left. Then, the two glanced at each other indifferently and then averted their faces coldly and silently.

After Li Nanheng also went out, Chen Beiqing got up from the ground, took a bottle of mineral water and drenched it on his head. Then, he wiped his face with a towel, looked outside, and stood with one hand on his hip panting violently. He adjusted his breathing and walked back and forth.

He needed to work out a countermeasure, but after thinking about it for a long time, he realized that he didn't even know who Li Nanheng was. It seemed that it was not easy for him to fairly compete with him.

In the office, seeing Feng Ling coming, the head coach smiled and was about to talk to her when he suddenly caught sight of Li Nanheng who walked in behind her, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared and he looked at the man in front of the door. "The boss is not around these days, so I will be in charge of the matters of the club temporarily. Recently, there are many people applying for coaching in our club. Mr. Li, I haven't tried your ability. Mind finding a time to fight me?"

Li Nanheng remained deadpan and almost laughed in his heart. "You want to fight me?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." The head coach snorted. "Let's find a chance and have a fight, OK?"

Li Nanheng put one hand in his trouser pocket and said casually. "You name the time."

Seeing him fearless, the head coach looked at his height and the large chunks of muscles on his arms and could feel that Li Nanheng must be good at martial arts.

He had gotten complaints from the students in Feng Ling's class in recent days. They said that the new assistant coach was very good at martial arts but was even stricter than Coach Ling. It was really a torment to have his class.

The head coach smiled and walked towards him. "Your clothes fit you well, but when you're really in combat, will you…" When he said this, he suddenly reached out to hold Li Nanheng's wrist.

However, Li Nanheng dodged his grip in an instant and held his hand instead. The next second, there was a sharp pain in the head coach's carpal bone.

The head coach immediately looked at him, only to see his warning eyes. The head coach didn't speak. Li Nanheng could avoid his attack so quickly and easily catch him instead. Undoubtedly, this person was not simple.

His martial skills and speed of reaction were much better than he thought.

Although he was the head coach of the club, he was much weaker than him in terms of martial skills.

They both smiled at each other as if nothing had happened although they had just had a silent fight. The head coach pulled his hands out of Li Nanheng's palm and secretly put it behind as it had turned bloodless, and Li Nanheng still looked at him calmly. "What's up, Head Coach?"

The head coach didn't speak but looked at Li Nanheng. The two men stared at each other in silence. Although they were not conflicting as violently as Li Nanheng and Chen Beiqing, the silent confrontation of them made Feng Feng feel a chill down her spine.

They wouldn't really have a fight because of her, would they?

Because of her?

It shouldn't be.

Just when Feng Ling felt that they wouldn't continue to fight, the head coach had recovered from the pain. Placing his hand on one side of his body casually without touching Li Nanheng, he said: "Tonight, the stadium located in the opposite university is open to the public. Why don't we go there to have a fight? Let's have a friendly match there, OK?"

Feng Ling: "…"

Li Nanheng coldly smiled. "Anytime."

Feng Ling: "…"