Chapter 5059: A Little Practice

She has practiced karate for many years, and this kick is definitely not something that ordinary teenagers of the same age can easily catch.

But Zhao Yuanjing casually stretched out his hand and held her ankle easily.

It seemed that what he was facing was not an angry foot, 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, have you...have you practiced before?" She couldn't help but ask.

"I did practice a little bit."

"What did you learn? Grappling, fighting, Muay Thai, karate, or taekwondo?'

"None of them." Zhao Yuanjing thought for a moment, "I learn Chinese martial arts."

"Which group is it?"

"The secret of my apprenticeship cannot be revealed casually. I'm sorry." Zhao Yuanjing explained calmly.

The students were talking a lot.

No wonder.

He beat Wu Jingxuan on the volleyball court until he was unable to fight back.

It turns out that he is a martial arts master!

Although we are already in modern society, who doesn’t yearn for the exciting world of martial arts?

At this point, Qian Hui's love for Zhao Yuanjing turned into worship.

She even wanted to kneel down on the spot and beg Zhao Yuanjing to accept her as his disciple and teach her martial arts.

But this occasion was obviously inappropriate.

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

Wu Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses, shook his head with a wry smile: "Forget it, let's not compete. Just... thank you."

Although he is arrogant, he is not stupid.

Qian Hui's flying kick just now was carrying wind, and he couldn't even avoid it.

If he was kicked by her, he would suffer a nosebleed and lose two teeth.

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

Can't handle the whole concussion thing.

Although the responsibility lies with Qian Hui, he is the one who suffers.

Wu Jingxuan ran to the physical education teacher and said angrily: "Teacher, I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. I am willing to admit defeat. I quit as a sports committee member. Let Zhao Xiaojing do it. He is more suitable than me!"

How can the physical education teacher care about this now? He stared at Zhao Yuanjing with bright eyes, "Zhao Xiaojing, come here, come here, the teacher will talk to you."

Zhao Yuanjing has always respected his teachers. In his eyes, the subject of physical education teacher, which is not taken seriously, is as important as the master who taught him martial arts.

He said politely: "Teacher, I don't plan to major in physical education."

"I know your grades in cultural classes are also very good, but isn't it good to have multiple paths? Isn't winning a gold medal better than anything else?"

"don't want."

"...Winning glory for the country, you don't want that?"

"Teacher, please don't make things difficult for me." Yun Dai said, "Zhao Xiaojing hopes to engage in scientific research. Developing science and technology for the country that no one else has has is no worse than winning gold medals on the field."

Qian Hui also said: "That's right, teacher, you can't emphasize martial arts over literature!"

In the eyes of these top academics in the High School Affiliated to Normal University, science is of course more important.

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

But no one paid any attention.

Even his team members had already returned to the classroom dejectedly, not wanting to stay here and be embarrassed.

It doesn't matter if they lose on the field. The problem is that before the game, their impassioned and wanton ridicule is still vivid in my mind.

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

Although Zhao Yuanjing rejected the physical education teacher's invitation to become a sports student, he still became a sports committee member.

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