Chapter 749 Training, the Pants Are Torn

Nan Xun was also stunned for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

She looked like she was peeking at others and was caught, so she turned her eyes away shyly.

Actually not.

Nan Xun just felt embarrassed to stare at the wrong person.

Pang Xun and Jin Hao's "seeing each other" happened to be caught in Gong Chen's eyes. He glanced at Jin Hao and frowned slightly.

The remaining fifty students followed the teacher to the Sanda classroom.

The classroom is large and rectangular, with a wooden floor around the periphery and a soft cushion of moderate thickness on the middle layer.

The students took off their shoes and sat on the floor. Seven girls and forty-five boys formed two circles inside and outside.

The order in which everyone was seated was originally chaotic, but when Nan Xun turned around to look, Gong Chen sat next to her at some point.

She muttered, and sat cross-legged.

Because everyone took off their shoes, so...

"Fuck, it smells so bad, whose feet are so smelly!" I don't know which boy was directly stimulated by the smell of feet, let alone the girls, all covered their noses with their hands.

They have heard that boys do not bathe and soak their feet for a week. They thought it was an exaggeration, but now they smell it, and the girls think it is no exaggeration at all!

Nan Xun naturally also smelled a foot odor, so he could not help frowning in disgust, and muttered, "I don't know if I haven't washed my feet for a few days, it smells really bad."

Gong Chen next to him suddenly said, "Not every boy has stinky feet, like me."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curved, "Zhu Mengmeng, you should be very clear about this."

When Nan Xun heard this, she suddenly thought of the last photo that Xiao Ba said. She closed her eyes and kissed Gong Chen's soles tenderly?

Nan Xun's face darkened.

It was by no means gentle, but I was still confused at that time, and I didn't expect that it was a boy's stinky feet.

Sanda teacher sat in the middle of the venue without changing his face in the stench coming from his nose, the old god said calmly: "My surname is Wang, you can call me Teacher Wang, or you can call me Coach Wang, before the next Sanda class, please everyone Be sure to wash your feet, and then let me find out who's feet are so stinky, and I'll take him out and give everyone a Sanda demonstration."

Everyone agreed. Too Nima smoked nose!

Nan Xun laughed softly, "I think this teacher is quite funny, not as serious as what Shu Wen said."

Gong Chen glanced at her with a half-smile, "Every Sanda coach is not particularly serious before formally training his students."

Nan Xun raised his eyebrows and looked back: "It seems that you are very experienced."

Gong Chen nodded: "I will guide you from time to time in the future. So in private, you can call me Coach Gong."

Nanxun: ...

Coach Wang, who was in the middle of the venue, started a theory class, "I'll briefly talk about Sanda first. Sanda is different from wrestling, taekwondo and judo, etc. Its prominent technical principles are 'far kicks, close fights, close throws', boxing and legs. The law is very rich.

Boxing methods include punching, penetrating, copying, etc. There are more leg techniques, such as bouncing legs, kicking legs, sweeping legs forward, sweeping legs back, swinging legs, hooking legs, etc., so there is a saying that 'the hand is two A door, beats people with the feet', 'three-pointers, seven-pointers', and another major feature is its wrestling techniques, such as throwing the legs, throwing the neck, throwing over the shoulders, throwing the waist and so on..."

Most of the boys here just signed up for this project because they thought it was cool. After listening to Coach Wang and Barabara, they felt that they really chose the right one. It sounds so cool, right?

Coach Wang smiled kindly at this group of eager students, "Boys, there is a lot of knowledge here. You can only learn a little in a year. If you are really interested, you can come to practice after school activities, my Sanda classroom. Open for you all day."

"Okay, let's start grouping now, males, females, two groups."

When everyone heard this, they all stood up and looked for a partner, but Nan Xun didn't move, because she felt that no one would want to be with a fat man like her.

But Nan Xun didn't move. Gong Chen, who was sitting next to her, didn't even move.

There were forty-five boys and seven girls. After the others were in pairs, there was just one more boy: Gong Chen, and one more girl: Zhu Mengmeng.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down, and everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.

It's not like this situation has never happened before, so Coach Wang looked at the two of them and said, "You two will find me to train with you later."

Gong Chen smiled at him, "No need for a coach, just form a team with Zhu Mengmeng."

As soon as Gong Chen said these words, everyone thought that his brain was hilarious.

In the past, when boys teamed up with girls, boys took advantage of girls, both in terms of gender and physical fitness. Therefore, in this case, boys were usually sparring for girls, and they could only defend and not fight back. After that, the boy went to the coach to practice again. Although he was beaten by the coach after that, it was fun to play with the little girl before.

But Zhu Mengmeng, a fat man, really has nothing to gain. Although his gender is female, his body is completely reminiscent of a slender lady, and his weight is comparable to that of an adult man.

Coach Wang did not agree immediately, but asked Nan Xun's opinion first, "Would you like to team up with this boy? The advantage is that he may not be able to fall you, and the disadvantage is that you can't fall him either."

This was not meant to be sarcastic, and the people around couldn't help but laugh out loud. He's so fat, he can't fall.

Gong Chen looked at Nan Xun, "Zhu Mengmeng, don't agree soon, the coach won't be as merciful as I am."

Nanxun: ...

Then, the two became the strangest pair.

At the beginning, Coach Wang only taught a simple side-kick leg control movement, and then it was repeated practice.

When Chen Hanran suggested that training was too boring, Coach Wang laughed and let everyone know what it meant to be not boring in the next second.

Push-ups, sit-ups, push-ups, push-ups, 100 squats, 100 frog jumps, duck steps, single-leg squats, tortured a group of people and screamed, and a few girls got tired and lay down. .

Then those lying down stared at Gong Chen and Jin Hao with horror. These so-called basic skills of Sanda were actually killing people, and they actually finished all of them!

Especially Gong Chen, when Jin Hao was already panting, he still kept his original speed and breathed evenly, so it would be fine to let him take a few hundred more breaths!

Coach Wang nodded with satisfaction, and also cast an admiring look at Nan Xun.

Although Fatty Xun was tired and became a dog after one lap, she did it all in earnest, unlike Wu Yiting and others who were lazy when they could be lazy.

In fact, Nan Xun also wanted to be lazy occasionally, but Gong Chen actually seemed to have a lot of eyes. She had just started to think of being lazy, and before she started to implement it, Gong Chen glanced at her with a very sharp look.

So tired. According to this training intensity, Nan Xun felt that she would lose weight at a faster rate, and she would lose 20 pounds a month.

When the get out of class was about to end, the unscrupulous coach kicked everyone up, "Do the last one-leg squat, fifty per person, don't think about being lazy, I'm watching."

Except for Nan Xun, a few girls couldn't do it anymore. They were lying on the ground together and stood upright. Coach Wang shook his head and said kindly: "Okay, it's fine for girls. Each boy should do 30 more, and take the girl's weight into one piece. Done."

Boys:  …

Chen Hanran was so angry that he wanted to scold those girls. The fat man he despised the most at the beginning persisted, but these sturdy-looking girls were always dragging their feet, which was annoying.

The coach stretched his waist and said leisurely: "For extracurricular homework, boys jog 2 kilometers a day, girls jog 1.5 kilometers a day, after running, press your legs more, positive pressure, side pressure, back pressure, virtual step, footstep, minute Press your legs sideways. Don't be lazy, if you are lazy, I promise you will be tired and cry in the next Sanda class."

It wasn't over yet, the coach added at the end, "You can send your Sanda uniforms in the next class. After changing your clothes, we will increase the training intensity. Forget it today. Some of you think that the uniform pants are too tight. I think it's true, I'd be guilty of letting your pants rip from training."

Everyone: ...

Holy crap, is it too late to regret it now? This is not a coach, this is the devil!

"What are you staring at? Squat with one leg, continue." The coach said.

Nan Xun's face was dripping with sweat, but she was always doing standard single-leg squats. One big meaty leg is stretched straight, at a 90-degree angle to the round body, and then the other leg is slowly bent, the center of gravity is lowered, and the body sits down until it is in a fully squatting position, and then slowly straightens the supporting leg again.

At a certain moment, a bead of sweat on her forehead fell from her eyelid, blurring her vision for a moment. At this dazzling moment, her center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and her round body fell straight to one side.

Someone immediately reached out to help her, and Nan Xun subconsciously grabbed the other's hand, but he didn't expect the angle to be skewed and he couldn't grab the man's hand, but instead wiped the hand down and grabbed something else.

Then, Nan Xun heard a thorn.

She still fell, but when she fell, she seemed to have grabbed something from the other party, and pulled the thing out of its original position.

But it should be only a slight deviation, because after Nan Xun fell, his hands were empty, and the thing did not come down.

The surroundings instantly stopped.

"Zhu, Meng, Meng—" Gong Chen called out in a cryptic voice, and the long tail sound carried majestic anger, as if to turn people into ashes.

Nan Xun raised his face and gave him a dry laugh, "Gong Chen, I didn't mean to pull you...pants."

Nan Xun did accidentally pull Gong Chen's trousers, but he did not pull them off. When Gong Chen realized that the trousers were being pulled, he quickly protected them.

But even so, the clear stab had already told everyone that Gong Chen's pants were torn apart by this fat man...

And the most likely place on the pants to break seems to be...the crotch.