As for their looks, these men were almost jealous to death before they paid much attention to them.
The man held onto a promotional pamphlet that had been sent from the street and asked the crowd of people in front of him, "You"re recruiting a short-term coach here?"The clear, sonorous, and magnetic voice of a man was filled with vigor. This group of men were once again envious.
"Admit it!" Are you here to apply? Come in and have a chat. " The young Young Master Ma, the boss of this arena, quickly spoke up.The man"s slender legs walked over step by step. With every step, the floor creaked as if it was afraid of him.
It was only when this man walked in step by step that his face was clearly reflected from the reflected light.
If it was said that his figure and voice had already reached the standard that men dreamed of, then his face would definitely be eaten by the heavens.
It was unfair. Why did he give all the benefits to this man? You didn"t give any to them?
The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His body exuded the aura of a world king in the military. His facial features were extremely well-polished, his sword-like eyebrows revealed an unruly look, and under his thick eyelashes, a pair of dark, deep, icy eyes appeared as sharp as a tiger.
His nose was proud, his lips were s.e.xy and thin, and a hint of a smile was plastered on his lips. However, this man, standing here, gave off a domineering aura that seemed to be able to look down upon the heavens and earth.
Just a moment ago, this group of people were thinking of how to find an opponent to fight back against. But now, all of them had an answer in their minds.
He.
He could certainly help them regain their male dignity and status.
Young Master Ma couldn"t believe it. This man in front of him was going to be his short-term coach? However, to have such a coach, he had to be profiting from it.
When the man saw that he had become an ornamental idol, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you need me to fill in any information?"
Young Master Ma came back to reality and smiled. "Come with me to the office!" Just fill in your resume. There"s no special request. "
"Do you need me to show my skills?" the man asked again.
This man didn"t need to reveal his ident.i.ty, because his aura was enough to convince others that he was a warlord.
"No, I believe you must be very good."
"I only have three months."
"Sure, no problem. Salary is easy to talk about."
"Alright!" The man was straightforward as he followed Young Master Ma to the office.
As soon as he left, the six or seven trainers who had gathered around him started to discuss the matter.
"That"s not fair! "Why does he look like a pract.i.tioner? Why is his figure still so good, and yet we can cultivate a body full of tough flesh?"
"That"s right! It"s definitely because the practice method is wrong. I"ll have to properly ask him then. "
"Don"t you want to take a gamble? If he fights with Instructor Ye, who will win?"
"Gamble, I bet on him."
"I"m also betting on Coach Ye."
"Alright, one hundred yuan."
The group of men didn"t have anything to do, so they started to gamble here.
In the office, Young Master Ma was looking at the man who was filling out information with interest. With his ability at judging people, he couldn"t tell who this man came from, he had the temperament of a soldier, at the same time, he had the temperament of a gangster, and the temperament of an even more complicated mercenary.
Under Young Master Ma"s sharp gaze, the man had already filled out the information and pa.s.sed it to him.
Young Master Ma quickly took it and looked at the name on it, "Feng Yao, good name."
Then, age, 27, height, 1.8 meters, no hobbies, followed by a simple introduction, "Martial arts fanatic."
The handwriting was firm and domineering, it was very beautiful.
"What did you do before?" Young Master Ma asked curiously.
Don"t worry, I won"t cause you any trouble. I just need a place to stay. The man wrapped his arms around himself, as if his interest was limited to this.
"Bag!" "It"s all a bag, the food is pretty good." Young Master Ma quickly kept his men, afraid that he would be chased away.
"Alright." The man nodded.
"If you want a salary, I"ll give you a little bit in the industry. I definitely won"t treat you unfairly."
"Sure." The man was also very straightforward.
"Come to work tomorrow!" "There"s no need for that today."
"It"s fine. I have nowhere to go. Let"s get back to work!" The man got up and went out.
After he came out, the group of people who were discussing the gambling house quickly went silent. This new coach was young but very dignified.
However, this man didn"t seem like the usual strict and old-fas.h.i.+oned type.
At the moment, his gaze was still wild and unruly as he looked at them.
"You guys can ask me if there"s anything you don"t understand." The man threw out a sentence as if he were omnipotent.
Then the man reached out and took off his jacket.
The upper half of his skin was the color of honey, and he exuded a masculine beauty. He had a tall and straight body, tied up arms, and a perfectly fitting chest.
"Coach, may I ask how did you train such a good body? Can you teach us?"
"Of course, during my teaching period, I didn"t hold back my teaching skills." Men are very good.
Immediately, all the students started to fall in love with this new coach.
However, what they were looking forward to more was that their new female sparring partner could be taught a lesson!
Young Master Ma sat in his office, looking at his resume. He felt it was too simple, but this man clearly wasn"t simple!
He tilted his head and thought for a moment. It was better to hurry and line up the dorms. Also, the bed in his apartment seemed to need to be more than two meters long.
In the arena, the man was testing the strength of the students. He stood there unmoving while the two students around him were subdued by him in a single move.
This caused the students who were betting on him to secretly raise their arms and cry, this was going to be a good show.
In the blink of an eye, another two days pa.s.sed. Every Monday, on the third and fifth day, Ye Yanxi promised her cousin that she would train here, free of charge.
It was 1 p.m. today, Friday, and an army-green off-road vehicle drove in from the direction of the main gate. Ye Yanxi saw that the two cars had stopped inappropriately, leaving enough s.p.a.ce for her to park.
However, she only looked at it for a few seconds before reversing back into the car and parking it neatly.
She got out of the car and took out a rubber band from her wrist. She tied a tight ball of hair at the back of her head and tied up her smooth hair. Her pretty oval face was even more prominent.
She glanced at the gate and walked past it.