Chapter 244 Quarrel (3/3 Guarantee)

Chapter 244 Quarrel (33 guaranteed)

By the time they had breakfast, Aokiji had already lost half his life.

Looking at Si Aoki who was sitting against the wall and seemed to be struggling to breathe, Ning Qiang stood aside awkwardly holding the prepared breakfast and whispered to Li Zhen: "Am I not prepared enough?" OK."

Li Zhen's eyes were still a little tired and she said, "Looking at him, he exercises a lot more than you and I thought."

"Yes. If this continues, I will have to revise the food combination again." Ning Qiang frowned in distress, but still put the lunch box on the table, sat facing him, drinking coffee with his legs crossed, his fingertips still Old John, holding a cigarette, said: "Let Aokiji eat and rest for a while before we talk."

Old John just glanced at it and said with a smile: "You can try it and see if he can still eat it now."

"But if you don't eat and practice like this, how can the training be effective?" Ning Qiang shook his head, but seeing Old John calmly said: "I hope you can just watch the training these days. No opinion.”

Old John's words made Ning Qiang and Li Zhen frown.

Li Zhen wore a loose gray sportswear today. Her figure is still bumpy. Her face with only light makeup looks a little tired, but her eyes are faintly angry at this time: "But our job is to take good care of the players during training. body."

"Unfortunately, my training is unscientific." Old John shrugged: "I only know that only those who can break those rules are likely to become outstanding boxers."

"That can't be based on the overdraft of the player's body." Li Zhen frowned and looked at Aoki Si who was leaning in the corner with his eyes closed and almost fell asleep from exhaustion, and said in a serious tone: "It's just after eight o'clock in the morning, Aoki Si is already so exhausted, if you train like this for a day, no one will be able to bear it."

"Only if he can resist, will he be qualified to become the strongest player." Old John refused to give in: "You can help him in your profession, but when it comes to training, you have to listen to me."

"My major is to teach me how to protect the player's body and let him play healthily. This is my profession." Li Zhen was a little annoyed by Old John's unceremonious words and stared at the old man quarrelsomely. John.

Old John said with a cold face: "Songshanyan can bear it, Andy can bear it, and my other disciples can also bear it. Do you think Aoki Si can't bear it?"

"You do have many famous players under you, but as far as I know, none of them has a career over thirty years old." Li Zhen's words can be said to be exposing a scar. This is the last thing Old John wants to be mentioned. Immediately, he stood up angrily, his blond hair making him look like an angry lion.

"What do you mean by this?" Old John's eyes were filled with coldness.

At this time, Songshanyan was sweating profusely and was sitting on the side drinking an energy drink and wiping his sweat. However, before he could take a few breaths, he saw that Li Zhen and Old John were quarreling and were about to start a fight. He hurriedly He stood up and stopped Old John: "Hey, John, don't be angry, she didn't mean anything else."

Li Zhen wanted to say something else, but Ning Qiang stopped her hurriedly: "Azhen, stop talking."

But John roared with anger: "Don't be angry? Look at what nonsense she is talking about!"

Several consecutive words starting with F were included in the above sentence, which completely dispelled Li Zhen's original guilt. She immediately said angrily: "Is what I said true? I am also half a circle. Man, do you want to say that all the news I know is false?”

"You're a (beep beep beep beep beep)!" After a series of indescribable swear words, Old John almost waved his fist at Li Zhen.

Song Shanyan hurriedly hugged Old John and said loudly: "Everyone stop, OK, calm down!"

Li Zhen was dragged by Ning Qiang, and she could only stare at Old John with hateful eyes: "What? Are you angry? You can't even be considered retired now. You are just a has-been coach that no one wants. It's not that you don't want to teach others. But no one wants to be taught by you!"

"Don't even think about using your contact method on Aokiji, don't even think about it! Go back to the 1990s when you were an ace coach!" Li Zhen's violent temper was no joke. At this time, she and Old John The two of them looked at each other, and if someone hadn't pulled them, they might have made a move.

Aokiji had long since been awakened by the louder and louder quarrels. Just now he almost fell asleep from exhaustion while leaning against the wall. Hearing someone quarreling, he thought he was dreaming.

Dragging his limp body and hurriedly getting up, Aokiji rushed between the two of them in three steps and two steps, and started to break up the fight with a confused look on his face: "What's going on? A fight suddenly started?"

Old John waved his hands with bared teeth and claws, but although he could be considered strong physically, he was not like Songshanyan's super-large muscular overlord shape, referred to as big muscle...cough. Anyway, the super strong body is still far behind in comparison.

He was like a child trapped on a roller coaster by his seat belt. He stretched his arms and kicked his legs, but couldn't move a step at all.

Li Zhen was hugged by Ning Qiang from behind. She also gestured with her hands and feet at Old John. She wanted to take off her shoes and throw them in his face, and said loudly: "Let me go, Jack."

"NO, Rose!" Ning Qiang answered decisively.

"Jack!" Li Zhen raised her voice angrily.

"Rose!" Ning Qiang also raised his voice.

"Jack!" Li Zhen turned to stare at Li Qiang, her eyes getting more and more angry.

"Rose! NO!" Ning Qiang's expression was firm.

Aokiji looked at the lines they were saying, and his sense of déjà vu became even stronger. He hurriedly shook his head and said loudly: "Stop arguing, isn't it just training? If I can't practice anymore, of course I will take the initiative to mention it." came out, but now I feel like I just need to slow down for a while, and it’s okay to do another set.”

When Old John heard this, he was even more satisfied with Aoki Si. At the same time, as if someone was backing him up, he raised his chin arrogantly towards Li Zhen: "Did you see that? You are a superficial and stupid woman, you don't understand at all." Understand fighters!”

"Shit! You trained him for half a month and you slapped him on the butt and left. Do you care whether he maintains enough physical strength during the competition or whether he has any hidden injuries on his body?" Li Zhen had just had sex with him.

Old John blew his beard and stared angrily, spitting: "Who said I'm leaving? I'm going to send him to the UFC!"

"Bah, let him retire when he is 27 or 28 years old and give you another trophy, right?" Li Zhen smiled sarcastically.

"I really am!" Old John stared, looked around, raised the coffee cup at hand and was about to throw it at Li Zhen. Aokiji reacted very quickly and raised his hand in the air, grabbing the coffee cup from the air. When he came down, the warm coffee inside was scattered all over the floor. Aokiji bared his teeth when it was hot: "What on earth are you two arguing about? I told you, it's okay with me."

"It's none of your business!" Old John and Li Zhen shouted in unison.

Aokiji looked confused: You two have been talking for a long time. You are not talking about my business. You are just arguing!

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Songshanyan simply hugged Old John, picked him up like a piece of cargo, and dragged him staggeringly to the locker room.

"Let me go! You brat, you've grown up now, haven't you? You've forgotten who brought you in when you were in the circle, right? Let me go, I'm going to give you a good beating today !" Old John yelled and was carried away by Songshanyan like a chicken. His arms, which were not too thin, looked particularly weak under Songshanyan's arms, which were as thick as an average person's thighs. Aokiji shook his head as he watched.

If you really want to have a fight, no one will be killed - only one of you will die, and the other will probably not even be injured.

Li Zhen was still there shouting angrily: "Jack, let me go! Jack!"

Ning Qiang let her plump body twist and turn in his arms with a painful and tangled look on his face. He endured her spit flying and high-decibel yelling while feeling pain and happiness: "No, Luo Si, I can’t let go.”

Aokiji looked completely confused and didn't know what to do.

At this time, Thain slowly walked over, handed Aokiji a glass of energy drink, and said quietly: "Get used to it, old John will have such a quarrel with someone every three days, but this time the opponent doesn't seem to be so easy to mess with. That’s it.”

"Oh." Looking at Thain's indifferent expression, Aokiji hummed blankly: "What about training?"

Thain raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "Old John will never change his training plan because of his emotions, unless he no longer intends to teach you."

"Oh" Aoki Si suddenly trembled, and immediately sat down softly on the chair where Old John was sitting before, drank the energy drink in one gulp, and waved to Ning Qiang: "Bring breakfast I’ll take a bite first and digest it quickly, otherwise I feel like I have to vomit it out after a while.”

Ning Qiang was still trying hard to hold Li Zhen down and wait for her to calm down. He didn't know whether it was because of the exertion or something else, but his face was flushed: "Wait, wait a minute."

Aokiji raised his head speechlessly, not knowing how hard training turned into such a virtue.

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PS: The author was leaning against the door, with the previous scenes flashing through his mind. All the clues became a straight line in an instant. He finally figured out what happened, stood at the door, and said in a cold voice: "There is a mole." , terminate the transaction.”

"What the hell, I'm just a courier boy." The voice outside the door seemed a little puzzled.

But the author just laughed: "First of all, a normal courier boy will definitely not be able to avoid so many blades at the door of my house."

"I just knew that the blades sent to you by readers were hidden under the snow, so I went around and knocked on your window."

"Oh, how do you know there is a blade? There is only one truth. You are the reader who wants to send me the blade."

There was sudden silence outside the door.

The author laughed and turned his head: "You still want to deliver blades to my door? Haha."

(To be continued, if you don’t have a monthly pass, the small theater will go on strike in the next period!)