My Empress is My Bad Girl

She has practiced karate for many years, and this kick is definitely not something that ordinary teenage peers can easily catch.

But then Zhao Yuanjing just reached out his hand casually and held her ankle easily.

It seemed that he was not facing a foot that came out in anger, but a small butterfly floating gently.

Qian Hui couldn't even feel his strength, and she could no longer move forward.

She stood firm and stared at Zhao Yuanjing with a surprised expression.

"Zhao Xiaojing, you... have you practiced?" she couldn't help asking.

"I did practice a bit."

"What did you learn? Gripping, fighting, muay thai, karate, or taekwondo?"

"Neither." Zhao Yuanjing thought for a while, "I learn Chinese martial arts."

"Which faction?"

"My apprenticeship is mysterious and cannot be disclosed casually. I'm sorry." Zhao Yuanjing explained.

The students were discussing.

No wonder.

On the volleyball court, Wu Jingxuan had no power to fight back.

It turns out that he is a martial arts master!

Although it is already a modern society, who doesn't yearn for the **** rivers and lakes!

So far, Qian Hui's love for Zhao Yuanjing has turned into worship.

She even wanted to kneel on the spot and begged Zhao Yuanjing to accept her as a disciple and teach her martial arts.

But the occasion was clearly inappropriate.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at Wu Jingxuan: "How to compare?"

Wu Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses, shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, no comparison. Just now... Thank you."

Although he is rude, he is not stupid.

Qian Huifei came with the wind just now, and he couldn't even avoid it.

If she is kicked, the lightest thing will be a nosebleed and two teeth will be lost.

It's hard to say if it's heavy.

Can't fix the whole concussion.

Although Qian Hui is to blame, he is the one who suffers.

Wu Jingxuan ran to the PE teacher and said angrily, "Teacher, I'm not someone who can't afford to lose. I'd like to bet and admit defeat. I'm quitting as a sports committee member. Let Zhao Xiaojing do it. He's more suitable than me!"

The physical education teacher has no time to worry about this now, he stared at Zhao Yuanjing with shining eyes, "Zhao Xiaojing, come and come, the teacher will talk to you."

Zhao Yuanjing has always respected his teachers, and the subject of physical education, which is not very important, is as important to him as the master who taught him martial arts.

He said politely, "Teacher, I don't plan to major in sports."

"I know that your grades in culture classes are also very good, but multiple paths are not very good? Isn't winning a gold medal better than anything else?"

"don't want."

"...To win glory for the country, you don't want this?"

"Teacher, don't be too **** others." Yun Dai said, "Zhao Xiaojing hopes to be engaged in scientific research and develop science and technology for the country that others do not have. It is no worse than winning a gold medal on the field."

Qian Hui also said, "That's right, teacher, can't you put more emphasis on martial arts than literature!"

In the eyes of these scholars at the High School Affiliated to Normal University, of course, science is more important.

Only the former sports committee member Wu Jingxuan snorted and expressed his dissent.

But no one cared.

Even his teammates had long since returned to the classroom in dejection, not wanting to stay here to be embarrassed.

It's nothing to lose on the field, the problem is that before the game, their excitement and wanton ridicule are still vivid in my mind.

Even if they don’t want to remember, the live broadcasts and videos recorded by onlookers will remind them.

Although Zhao Yuanjing refused the invitation of the physical education teacher to become a sports student, he still became a sports committee.

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