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Chapter 22 Color words are always the root of evil

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Tan Ke was very disappointed when he heard this, but throughout the summer, he could not forget the power of the punch, especially the thunderous roar, which echoed in his ears and could not be removed. So in the end he often ran around and asked around, but no one paid attention to him and never saw that person again.

Nearly ten years have passed, and even Tan Ke himself can't remember the cause and effect, but only when he saw that person, every detail, and even the real feeling of the punch was deeply engraved in his mind, and he never forgot it, so he was very careful when telling it, and he listened to it so much that everyone at the dinner table was enchanted.

"Awesome, it's so amazing... It's a pity that I can't find that person again..." Until the story was finished, Tan Ke was still immersed in the memories, shook his head and sighed.

Others are not much better, they are basically full of mouths and are fascinated.

"I don't seem to have heard Lao Tan talk about this before. Have you ever heard of it?" After a long time, a coach suddenly broke his silence.

Others shook their heads one after another.

Chen Xiaofeng slapped his face: "Hey, if I hadn't seen Coach Su's ability, I would have considered you Lao Tan bragging, but now, I believe there is such a strange person."

"After all, so many years have passed, and there may not be anyone who believes me if I say it. Ziyu, you have the most say. Tell me how good the person I saw is, how better than you?" Tan Ke grinned and asked with a little curiosity.

As long as anyone who has played the game knows that shooting targets and actual combat are not the same concept. Because targets are always dead, while people are alive, they can dodge and move. The key is to remove force and offset skills.

A professional boxer may easily hit hundreds of kilograms of strength by hitting a sandbag, but in actual combat, it is difficult for his fist to hit the target position head-on. Even if he hits the opponent completely, the movement of the center of gravity, the stretching and squeezing of the spine, bones and even muscles after being subjected to force will greatly offset the force of the punch. This is why the movements of those boxers who see professional games on TV do not seem as fierce as they imagined.

Su Ziyu's punch to break the sandbag and the ancient Muay Thai masters told by Tan Ke, hitting the running bull with one punch. Each one is still and moves, and each has its own strength and extraordinaryness. They are things that normal people can basically not do, so there is no way to compare these coaches.

"It's hard to judge if you haven't seen it with your own eyes. But the person you said is terrible, that's certain." Su Ziyu shook his head after thinking for a moment. In fact, he was not much better than the others on the table with his understanding of martial arts.

The reason why he didn't fight Tan Ke head-on was because Su Ziyu knew that the result was no suspense. Through his daily observations, although these coaches had a high professional level, they were far inferior to their muscles and bones that were far superior to ordinary people, let alone the burst of energy and the strong control of their body-holding.

But after listening to Tan Ke talk about his experiences, Su Ziyu felt a little longing in his heart.

The food and drinks were all over, and everyone started to sing and the atmosphere was completely opened. These people obviously gathered frequently, and they were very familiar with each other. After drinking, the scene was extremely lively.

Su Ziyu immediately became the focus of the besiege. No matter who knew or not, everyone had to toast him, and there was no time to taste the most popular crayfish.

"Coach Su, just drink less, just let me know."

The girl named Xiaoyue is the most beautiful one in the front desk. She is one year younger than Su Ziyu, with long legs and thin waists and fair skin. Especially her pretty face is a bit red because she drinks a lot of wine. Her charming big eyes are blinking, and she is full of electricity.

"Thank you for your understanding, sister Xiaoyue." Su Ziyu laughed, but was not really polite. She slapped her glasses and drank them all.

"I know you have a good alcohol tolerance! Be careful, they will get you drunk!"

Xiaoyue took advantage of the inattention of the people next to her and said softly in his ear, then glanced at him with his big eyes and ran away with a gust of fragrant wind. After returning to her table, the other girls laughed around her, and looked at her from time to time with playful eyes.

Although this beautiful girl also respected Su Ziyu several times like everyone else, she always told him not to drink too much, and quietly informed him, obviously having a good impression of him.

In fact, without Xiaoyue's reminder, Su Ziyu also saw that, especially the coaches Chen Xiaofeng and Tan Ke, who took turns to fight with him for drinking, may not have any bad intentions. I guess I can't beat him in the boxing ring and want to take revenge in the bar, so I can't remember how much wine I moved in the end.

It’s a pity that they were disappointed. Su Ziyu’s alcohol tolerance may be mediocre, but after he locked his mind and practiced the body, wonderful changes occurred in his body every day. It is much more difficult for alcohol to have an effect on him than for ordinary people.

So in the end, the guys who fell down were the ones who toasted the most fiercely.

"Damn it, Su Ziyu...drinking is so...awesome..."

Drunk like mud, Tan Ke, who was lying on the table and motionless, suddenly muttered, and all the awake people were stunned, and then burst into laughter.

I ate this midnight snack until four or five in the morning. Fortunately, the working hours at the fighting center start at 1 pm.

But even so, when Su Ziyu arrived at the fighting center the next day, the drunken people basically appeared in the afternoon, and she looked like she was still hangover and she could tell that she was still alive.

These people, especially Tan Ke, and Chen Xiaofeng, saw Su Ziyu's energetic look without any discomfort, shouted that they were wrong and they were so angry that they were so angry that they were so angry that they were itchy.

After making fun of several people, Su Ziyu re-entered the state of practicing body-keeping, but saw the person in charge of the fighting center coming to call him.

"Coach Su, Mr. Chen wants to see you."

"Mr. Chen? Who is Mr. Chen?"

Su Ziyu was stunned. He had seen all the person in charge of Kangyuan Fitness Center, and no one was named Chen.

"Oh, it's the company's general manager Chen Dong." The person in charge explained.

Only then did Su Ziyu realize that he had a misunderstanding. Kangyuan Fitness is a chain group and is affiliated with Kangyuan Company. What the other party said was obviously the head office. But he didn't understand even more. He was just a fighting coach. Why did the people in the head office suddenly look for him?

The person in charge obviously didn't know the inside story, so he just reported an address to him.

Su Ziyu finished her guidance to several students in the afternoon and went to the appointment with doubts.

Sanqing Water Pavilion, this is the place where Mr. Chen made an appointment.

If it weren't for the taxi driver's repeated affirmation, Su Ziyu wouldn't have imagined that this seemingly ordinary house would have been a teahouse.

Green bricks and green tiles, rockery and quiet ponds, green bamboos, and above the ancient wooden door, a mottled and inconspicuous plaque with the four big words "Sanqing Water Pavilion" written on it.

Guided by the beautiful waitress wearing blue and white cheongsam, Su Ziyu walked into this house with a strong classical atmosphere.

The waitress led Su Ziyu to the innermost part, and saw four burly men standing at the door, with strong and strong joints. She saw that they were Lian Jiazi, and when they saw the two approaching each other, they swept with their vigilant eyes.

Su Ziyu seemed to have not noticed it and looked squinting. After the waitress introduced his name, one of the big men nodded and raised the bamboo curtain to signal.

Su Ziyu nodded slightly to express his gratitude, lowered his head and entered, saw clearly the person sitting cross-legged in his head, and exclaimed lightly.

The space in the tea room is not large, but there are antique root carvings in all four corners. In the middle is a short table made of camphor wood roots.

The reason why Su Ziyu was surprised was because he had seen this young man. Yesterday when he punched the sandbag, the other party stood not far away with several heads of the fitness center. He just thought it was the center's person and didn't care. Now he realized that it was Chen Dong, the general manager of Kangyuan Company.

"Coach Su, please have tea."

Chen Dong was only twenty-seven or eight years old. He was wearing a suit with an extraordinary texture and looked heroic. However, a few bruises appeared faintly on the corners of his eyes and cheeks, which made him look a little sluggish.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Su Ziyu just glanced at the other party and sat down cross-leggedly.

Chen Dong was not in a hurry to explain the reason, but just pulled him to chat with the tea scriptures, and then admired his skills again. Su Ziyu knew that the other party would definitely not make an appointment with him for no reason, but since he was trying to keep him in a silence, he was not in a hurry, just responded with a smile.

After coming over for a while, I felt the atmosphere warmer, and Chen Dong sighed and said, "I'm not hiding it from Coach Su, I actually have something I want to ask for your help."

It turns out that Chen Dong has a wealthy family background and does not do any evil ways on weekdays. He just can't control one thing - admiring women. This is not a disadvantage. After all, the times are developing, and the concepts are open. With his appearance and wealth, he always has a good grasp of women. It is all your love and my wish.

As a result, a few days ago, one of the women got into trouble because of the woman, because the woman originally had a boyfriend named Tong Zheng. Then one night, Chen Dong was taught a lesson by a masked man. The other party was very sensible, and they were all skin trauma, but they focused on taking care of his handsome face and directly beat him into a pig's head.

Chen Dong immediately thought that Tong Zheng had done it, and there was no need for any evidence for this kind of thing. There were so many fitness centers under Kangyuan Center, and there were not many good players in boxing, so he found five or six boxers the next day to trouble the other party.

He wouldn't have done too much, he just wanted to exclaim. These professional boxers have been trained for a long time and are absolutely extraordinary, but they surprised Chen Dong and were beaten up by the other party. Only then did Chen Dong realize that things were not good, and that people who could easily solve a group of professional boxers had a terrifying force.

Tong Zheng obviously knew that it was the person he sent. Two days later, Chen Dong was blocked again and was still the masked man. Even though he brought a few boxers in and out this time, he was still beaten up and slapped in the face!

Moreover, the other party's slap in the face was absolutely extraordinary. Not only was the pain unbearable, but the bruises would not dissipate for a long time, so Chen Dong could only meet people with such a embarrassed look.

Su Ziyu was a little ridiculous after listening to it, and this was a true slap in the face.

This young master Chen and that Tong Zheng are both wonderful people. One is romantic and the other is slapping in the face, which is a perfect match.
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