"..."

Five minutes later, Ning Ran came out of the locker room, her clothes just right and her hair tied into a bun.

Wen Qian asked her to warm up in all aspects, then asked her to lie on a soft mat and do sit-ups.

Wen Qian helped to press her legs, and her tone was a bit of a smile: "Little beauty Ning, I am the devil coach, I won't show mercy, just do the sit-ups forty first."

Ning Ran actually goes to the gym every day.

Fifty sit-ups a minute is no problem.

It wasn't until she finished that Wen Qian realized that she had underestimated this little girl.

She decided not to waste a week dedicated to consuming this little girl's physical strength to see where her limits were, so she first took out a pair of boxing gloves and thought of letting her pound a sandbag to test her strength.

Wen Qian put on red boxing gloves, stood in front of a black sandbag hanging in an open space with the correct posture, and flashed an electric eye at Ning Ran: "Little beauty Ning, watch carefully, I will demonstrate first."

Ningran opened Kazilan's big eyes and looked.

"Don't hold your hands too tightly, which will cause muscle tension, and don't hold them too loosely, which will damage the joints."

"There is no need to exert excessive force in the first few minutes. The arms can be wider, but the body movements should be smaller." Wen Qian said while punching the sandbag with his fist, and the lines of his arms were tightened and released immediately. It was beautiful.

symbol.

"You can start to adjust your posture if you feel sweaty, but you can take it easy today and don't learn here yet, but I still want to teach you the next lesson.

Here, the swing range of the body increases, and then pay attention to the waist and back to exert force together, the force of the arms slows down, and the legs can use the force of pushing on the ground."

Wen Qian obviously often beats sandbags to release stress. Apart from sweating, he doesn't talk without breathing.

She stopped, held up the sandbag, her cheeks were only slightly red, and smiled: "Of course, it's best if you can finish learning so much what I taught you today. Let's learn the explosive power in the next class."

Ning Ran nodded without blinking.

She had never touched a sandbag before. When she went to the gym, apart from running, she did some strenuous exercise and just kept in shape.

She put on the gloves, recalled Wen Qian's previous demonstration, and gradually got started.

Ning Ran has always looked like a delicate girl, but she is not weak in terms of strength.

The sandbag swayed under her punches. As she kept exerting her strength, the stuffy heat in the room gradually became clearer. Ning Ran was sweating profusely after a while. After three rounds of practice, Wen Qian grabbed the sandbag beside her before she stopped.

Ning Ran had to go back to school before the sun went down. Before leaving, Wen Qian sent her a learning video about shoulder wrestling.

It wasn't until he went home, took a shower, and stayed in the room with the door closed that Ning Ran actually turned on the video and lay on the bed to watch it for a while.

She was not idle either, remembering the essentials of the video, and started working on the plastic mannequins in the room.

After practicing three times, she finally got a decent one. She kept up her efforts and grabbed the model simulator for the fourth time to touch her shoulder. She grabbed the arm and twisted it, turned it up, drew an arc in the air, and hit it hard.

The previous one fell.

At the same time, her door was opened, Ning Xiangchen's eyes widened, and he almost came into close contact with the model.

Ning Xiangchen is suspicious by nature, and her behavior of throwing things like this is because she has resentment in her heart.

If you have resentment, you will rebel and lose his control.

Ning Ran saw with his own eyes that Ning Xiangchen's face turned livid: "Ning Ran! What are you doing!"

I don't know how many years have passed since the last time he was so angry.

This sound also meant that the servants from Yu Ning's residence were summoned to send her into the basement together.

Ning Xiangchen never knew how to respect people he could bully.

Ning Ran's eyes were dark, but they all calmed down, knowing that it was useless to explain anything at this time. The reason for leaving the Jing family manor privately last time just hit Ning Xiangchen's heart. What should she say this time.

You can’t say that you accidentally let go and hit the model “hardly” to the ground, right?

Having nothing to say, Ning Ran knelt down to pick up the model, but was stepped on by Ning Xiangchen.

He couldn't see the indifferent expression on her face. At this moment, servants were standing outside the door.

A freezing cold atmosphere.

Ning Ran kept her posture without saying a word. She could tell without raising her head that Ning Xiangchen must be furious.

"Tomorrow night, the head of the Jing family will treat us to dinner. Don't stay at the school after class. You and I will go to the store right away to choose a dress."

Ning Xiangchen seemed to be holding his breath to say these words, but when he turned around, he paused and reminded him coldly: "But this is also a matter of tomorrow."

"Ning Ran, what have you done tonight, you deserve a lot of punishment."

Ning Xiangchen raised his hand and signaled: "Send the lady into the basement!"

Seeing several male servants walking into her room and approaching her, Ning Ran stood up and stopped her: "Wait a minute!"

Several people stopped, and Ning Xiangchen frowned when he heard the sound. His eyes were full of anger at Ning Ran's second resistance and the servant's confusion about the situation.

"Are you trash? Do you recognize who is the master of this place?!"

The male servant was frightened and immediately stood on both sides of Ning Ran and asked her to go into the basement by herself.

Ning Ran didn't move, looked at Ning Xiangchen's back, and said in a sincere tone: "Dad, whether you believe it or not, I have no intention of resisting you.

"I know that Jing Chenqin will also be attending the dinner tomorrow night. If I stay in the basement tonight, I... won't be able to sleep. Facing the Jing family in a listless manner will harm your face and make them think less of me.

The image is greatly compromised.”

Ning Ran lowered his head and finished speaking. His hands were intertwined in front of him, and his fingertips were tense and entangled with each other.

Ning Xiangchen looked back at the timid girl, thinking about what she said.

She's right.

A month ago, Jing Chenqin made Jing Xingqian angry because he wanted to marry her. In order to keep his son awake, he locked him up and suppressed their Ning Group. He felt that they had been going there for this identity, even though

indeed so.

Now that I have finally gotten through it, I am only one step away, and I really can’t make any mistakes!

"Okay." Ning Xiangchen was silent for a moment, then raised his hand again to ask the servant to step back.

He looked at Ning Ran and said, "I only give you this chance. You must perform well tomorrow and don't think about anything you shouldn't have."

With the "bang" of the door closing, the surroundings returned to silence, and all Ningran's previous cowardice disappeared in an instant.

But the invisible fear still made her hands tremble. She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and there was a call interface with Song Enen.

"Did you hear that clearly?" Ning Ran smiled casually.

While squatting down, she touched the mobile phone in her pocket and dialed Song Enen skillfully.
Chapter completed!