Movie King League

Chapter 42

Ye Yongyan had thought about everything, but she never expected to see Qin Zhenliu here.

I saw Qin Zhenliu wearing an all-blue kendo suit, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, and staring at him appreciatively.

If he didn't want to start the topic with kendo, he would definitely blame Guan Tianwen. If he knew that he would meet Qin Zhenliu during such a rare 'holiday', he would be very unhappy.

To be honest, no matter how you look at it, Qin Zhenliu didn't find him unhappy, but Ye Yongyan found that every time he saw Qin Zhenliu, he felt unhappy.

He immediately refused without thinking, "Boss Qin is so busy, it's better not to."

"I'm already standing here, do you feel busy?" Qin Zhenliu asked back, with the same expression as if he was sure of him.

Ye Yongyan wanted to say that he was busy, but Qin Zhenliu was already walking towards him with a straight figure, with a smile on his face that he couldn't see through, "Or..." His voice was hoarse, with some deep hoarseness, "You think I'm not qualified?"

After all, they are today's parents of food and clothing, even though Ye Yongyan has many twists and turns in his heart, he can only say bravely: "Where, I just think that this kind of trivial matter can't bother Mr. Qin."

But the sentence that I still have something to do was typed back, and I couldn't say it again.

Qin Zhenliu groaned, and instead said: "This is not a trivial matter."

Ye Yongyan didn't understand Qin Zhenliu's meaning, but Qin Zhenliu's words immediately extinguished his thoughts, and only heard Qin Zhenliu say, "Could it be that you still want to be sent to the hospital?"

These words obviously hit Ye Yongyan's weakness, Ye Yongyan's face changed, and he choked out a sentence, "Anyway, I can't die."

"Yes, that is," Qin Zhenliu smiled, "Anyway, you know that I will definitely save the situation, right?"

look!Every time he talks to Qin Zhenliu, he never fails to be embarrassed!

The corners of Ye Yongyan's mouth twitched. Without the cover of the glasses, the already three-dimensional facial features became more prominent, and the white ears were still slightly pink. He retorted, "I didn't ask you to save me either." .”

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhenliu pulled his collar like this, pulled him closer, stared at his eyes, he seemed to remind Ye Yongyan, "It seems that you forgot something again, Ye Yongyan."

It is nothing more than the relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"Understood," Ye Yongyan held back the desire to step back, and said forcefully, "Boss."

"Just understand." Qin Zhenliu let go of his collar, and under the curious eyes of others, he said calmly: "I thought you forgot how much trouble you have yourself."

Ye Yongyan's lips moved. At this time, there was nothing else he could do except to be brave, so he smiled lightly, "Then trouble President Qin."

Staring at his lips for a while, Qin Zhenliu also smiled and said, "No trouble."

Qin Zhenliu naturally has his own ideas, otherwise he would not be free to find something to do for himself, looking at Ye Yongyan's facial features that are more prominent against the background of the pure white shirt, and the long legs that cannot be concealed by the indigo hakama .

It's a different feeling from Guan Tianwen...

"I'll teach you first, the middle section." After setting up the middle section of the sword, Qin Zhenliu said simply, "The posture that seems to be the most common but also the most basic and important posture."

Ye Yongyan watched Qin Zhenliu put on a posture that could be said to be pleasing to the eye but with a bit of a sting, and saw that the soles of his feet were parallel to each other, the right foot was in front, the left foot was behind, the toe of the left foot was in line with the toe of the right foot. The heels are on a parallel horizontal line, the knees are relaxed and slightly bent, and the upper body remains stopped.

Qin Zhenliu demonstrated for a while, then withdrew his posture, looked at Ye Yongyan, "Come on, try it."

Ye Yongyan opened his legs according to Qin Zhenliu's posture, but no matter what Ye Yongyan thought, he would never have thought that Qin Zhenliu would suddenly encircle him from behind, the warm chest could be felt even through the kendo suit, his body endured I couldn't help but froze slightly.

"Upper body," Qin Zhenliu, who seemed to be unaware at all, pressed his hand directly on his back and pushed forward, "Keep straight."

Ye Yongyan had no choice but to straighten his upper body.

Then Qin Zhenliu set his eyes on the opponent's lower body, "Relax your knees and bend slightly."

Helpless, Ye Yongyan whose feet were pushed away by Qin Zhenliu's legs could only continue following Qin Zhenliu's guidance. Qin Zhenliu gently pushed his knees with his feet.

Obviously it was just teaching, but Ye Yongyan felt a little uncomfortable no matter what.

Yes, too close.

The two are about the same size, but now Ye Yongyan has a feeling that he is completely surrounded by Qin Zhenliu, which makes him frown uncomfortably, feeling a little hot.

Relying on a slight height advantage, he obviously noticed that the corner of Qin Zhenliu's mouth with light pink on the other side's ears evoked an unknown smile. His eyes were stained with a smile, and his lips were getting closer to the other side's ears. He said lightly: "The knife-wielding hands like this,"

Qin Zhenliu's hand wrapped Ye Yongyan's hand in this way, let his left little finger and ring finger hold the end of the handle of the knife, and then held the handle of the knife with his right hand slightly away from the sword. He didn't speak, but let Ye Yongyan's hands Keep the tiger's mouth in line with the knife, with the thumb facing down.

I just heard him say in Ye Yongyan's ear: "The main strength of holding the knife is in the left hand, the right hand just needs to hold it, and then the tip of the knife," the warm palm touched the back of his hand, "point it at the opponent's throat."

When Ye Yongyan couldn't help but let go of Qin Zhenliu's hand, Qin Zhenliu's hand let go of his hand without a trace of muddy water, and also let go of the embrace that surrounded him from behind. Qin Zhenliu stood beside him. In front of him, he nodded, "It looks okay, but I don't know if I can stand it."

Ye Yongyan managed to maintain her smile, "Boss Qin, I just learned it."

"It's okay, just look good."

"..." Ye Yongyan's expression froze.

Guan Tianwen, you walked quickly!

Unknowingly, it was already dark, and most of the students in the kendo hall had gone home, only a few students continued to practice duel.

I hate Qin Zhenliu so much, but it is undeniable that Qin Zhenliu is indeed a good coach.

Of course, even if Qin Zhenliu is indeed a good coach, Ye Yongyan will not admit that Qin Zhenliu is indeed a good coach, Ye Yongyan will only admit that he is talented and smart.

Absolutely - it has nothing to do with Qin Zhenliu!

However, Ye Yongyan, who was assigned to practice against some young boys, was a little unbalanced. He was a 1.8-meter-six man, and he was practicing against a 1.6-meter-high boy. Isn't this obviously bullying?

He directly said no, and never bullied children.

Qin Zhenliu glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

With this kind of smile again, Ye Yongyan became vigilant.

"That's fine." Qin Zhenliu said, "I'll come with you."

It was as if he was lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot again, but after all the words had been said, Ye Yongyan was not a person who was afraid of Qin Zhenliu, he said, "Come here." It would be great if he could be knocked down like Guan Tianwen .

It's a pity that the ideal is full, but the reality is always so skinny.

The pace couldn't keep up with his consciousness at all, and he even staggered messily, tripping his front foot and his back foot. Ye Yongyan instinctively pulled Qin Zhenliu's clothes, and pulled Qin Zhenliu to the ground strangely.

Qin Zhenliu didn't do it on purpose, of course, even if it was on purpose, he didn't make a gesture that would make it obvious that he did it on purpose. When he pressed Ye Yongyan down on the dojo and his eyes met, he smiled .

He just looked at the open collar of someone under him, the slender lines, the painful expression on the face that lacked this charm, and the pair of pure black with a slight smile. The distress in the scarlet eyes.

The bamboo knives of the two have rolled aside.

what…

It is this feeling.

Squinting his eyes slightly, with his hands resting on the opponent's face, Qin Zhen smiled, "Even if you can't beat me, there's no need to pull me down, right?"

"..." Ye Yongyan only felt the pain in the back of his head, he gritted his teeth, "Mistake!"

Qin Zhenliu who gave Ye Yongyan a hehe without hesitation didn't get up in a hurry, but just looked down at Ye Yongyan.

Ye Yongyan, who had passed the pain, naturally noticed Qin Zhenliu's eyes staring at him all the time, he opened his lips, "Boss, can you get up?"

However, with such a close look at each other, you can't avoid looking directly at the face that you would not take the initiative to face before. In fact, in terms of appearance, Ye Yongyan really hopes that she will grow up to be the type of Qin Zhenliu, handsome but masculine. Charming.

Ye Yongyan only pays attention to Qin Zhenliu's appearance because he feels that there is something wrong with him.

Qin Zhenliu didn't move, but just raised another topic, "Tell me, should I consider the company's benefits."

"What?" Ye Yongyan frowned, completely unable to understand why Qin Zhenliu said this suddenly.

However, the next second's development made Ye Yongyan's whole body stiff, only to see Qin Zhenliu stretching his hand towards his face like this.

Ye Yongyan wanted to hide, but it was a pity that his lower body was almost stacked together, so he couldn't hide at all, so he could only watch Qin Zhenliu's hand hit his face.

Not caring about other people's eyes, Qin Zhenliu touched Ye Yongyan's face with his hand. In Ye Yongyan's wide-eyed surprised expression like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the instinctive movement of holding his wrist, Qin Zhenliu Laughing, "I'll let you go for a drink or something."

He said lightly, "Otherwise, what a waste of this face."