Chapter 26 "Coach"

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

In the middle of the playground, coach Kesiah walked off the court with his fists clasped. The crowd watching the excitement dispersed and made way for the road.

"This coach named Levi is so powerful! He knocked Kosia back in two or three punches." Someone whispered.

"You didn't come yesterday, right? In fact, Kosia has been defeated twice. Last night, he was defeated with just three punches." A young man who came to exercise turned around and said.

"Awesome, I remember Kesiah is the head coach of the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, and he is very good at fighting. It seems that the coach named Levi from the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall is even more powerful..." Someone said to the companion next to him, looking like There are some who are ready to move.

"How about we sign up and make an appointment."

"Let's go."

Soon, three or two people walked towards the front desk.

"Milo, let's go too, don't be late." Phil said quickly. He also felt that this coach named Levi was real. If I could teach myself a few more times, I would probably be able to get out of the bottom in the next fighting club sparring ranking.

"Phil, Coach Coscia seems to be looking at you." Milo patted Phil, who was both excited and anxious, with his right hand.

"..." Phil looked to the right in embarrassment, and sure enough, he found that Coach Kesiah was looking here with a complicated expression, and his eyes seemed a bit disgusting. It seemed that he heard what he just said.

In the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, three head coaches teach three groups of students, and Phil's fighting club coach is Coach Coscia. Since Phil's actual ranking results were always at the bottom, Coscia was actually quite impressed by Phil's face.

Kesiah also heard what Phil said just now.

To be honest, students who I have been teaching for a short period of time go to other martial arts schools to become apprentices. Kosia felt somewhat angry and embarrassed, feeling as if someone else had taken advantage of her.

However, who told the other party to fertilize is really powerful. I couldn't beat others twice, and the difference was visible to the naked eye.

If Phil wants to turn on the extra stove, let him do it...

Kesiah looked away and was about to leave, when Phil next to him suddenly called coach in a low voice. Kesiah's body froze slightly, and then decisively pretended not to hear. He quickly walked away and made a note of Phil in his mind.

Phil, you're trying to embarrass yourself. Next time I am placed in the "death group" during actual training, I will probably be beaten to tears in the first game.

"Coach Cosia seems... probably didn't remember me..."

Phil breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry." Milo patted Phil on the shoulder, then pointed to the front: "Sign up quickly, there seem to be a lot of people going..."

"Yes, yes." Phil slapped his forehead and ran over in small steps.

At the front desk, the old man with gray bat hair rolled up the newspaper and threw it aside. He took out a notebook and began to write down.

"What's your name? How old are you this year? Which coach do you want to make an appointment with? Make an appointment time, how many hours. Finally, pay the deposit, not much, only fifty red Lebanese Federation coins."

The old man kept asking, and light black handwriting quickly appeared on the notebook. He stuffed the fifty banknotes he received into the drawer of the wooden table, and then shouted: "Next, next."

Finally, it was Phil's turn. He immediately handed a green banknote to the old man and then repeated his information.

Luckily, Phil grabbed the last appointment spot for Coach Levi tomorrow, which was at six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Okay, Milo, let's come again tomorrow." Phil walked out from the front of the team and said to his friend sideways.

At this time, the front door of the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall was pushed open.

A tall girl in long clothes and trousers walked in with a backpack. She had a neat short hair that reached her ears. Her facial features were not delicate, but deep and attractive. There was a heroic spirit between her eyebrows.

"Senior Sister Difa!" Phil said with some surprise.

"Phil?" Difa was also a little surprised. She weighed her backpack and walked over. Phil smelled a faint fragrance coming towards him. It was not the smell of perfume, but the smell of simple laundry detergent.

"Are you also here to train at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall?"

"Ah, yes. I heard that the new coach Levi here is very powerful, so I came to see him with my friend." Phil said.

Next to him, Milo, a friend who didn't even have a name, curled his lips helplessly. Phil was not a person who couldn't walk when he saw a woman. I don't know why he was inexplicably shy every time he faced Difa, like a boy who had just begun to fall in love.

In the front hall, Phil and Difa chatted briefly, and the topic soon turned to Coach Levi.

"You have made an appointment for Coach Levi's class tomorrow? That's a coincidence. I have made an appointment for all of Coach Levi's classes for the next month." Tifa glanced at her watch: "Sorry, the class time is almost up. Let's talk again tomorrow afternoon. I'm leaving now."

After that, Tifa turned and left. One thing that must be said is that Tifa has joined the fighting club since junior high school. She has a very good figure after long-term exercise, and her back is also quite proud.

Phil looked from a distance until the figure disappeared.

"Hey, hey. Phil, your soul has been taken away."

Milo pushed Phil: "Let's go, go home."

"Milo, let's play for a while. Let's see how the facilities of the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall are? I feel that the atmosphere is better than the fighting club."

"Don't talk nonsense, you just want to see more of Senior Sister Tifa." Milo said: "Whatever you want, go in."

The two immediately followed the passage to a public place.

On the right side, near the white wall, a row of seven or eight black sandbags were hung on the pole. There were students with white bandages tied to their hands exercising, punching left and right from time to time.

The sound of bangs echoed in the space.

Although this is a public area, it is actually a professional area. All the students who practice here are senior enthusiasts.

Phil looked to the left, where there was a space separated, and the dim sunlight shone on the ground through the window. A tall young man was demonstrating specific fighting moves to Tifa.

The process was very slow, and there was a lot of explanation in the middle.

"The power is not from the hands, but here." Kaxiu patted his waist: "You have to learn to use your waist to quickly exert force and drive the muscles of the whole body, so that each punch is powerful enough."

"You try it." He took two steps to the right.

"Yes." Tifa, wearing a white training suit, immediately took a stance, crossed her legs, and held her arms firmly on her left and right waist.

She twisted her body slightly and began to push her fists forward slowly.

Kaxiu nodded and was about to speak. His heart suddenly trembled, and a familiar bitter taste gradually spread in his mouth.

“Obsession with antiques?!”

There is another chapter to be posted in the morning, something else happened.