A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

Fang Yu is the same age as Su Chen.

They are both eighteen years old.

But he attended a vocational school, not a high school.

The vocational schools in this world are well-managed; they are genuinely capable of training students with special talents.

Let them showcase their skills on the field.

Finally, you can choose a school based on the trophies or medals you have won.

of course.

Academic subjects must also be tested.

But just like the art exam, the requirements aren't that high, and Fang Yu himself is the owner of a boxing gym.

She was trained more than others.

It would be better to stay in the gym and train others, so Su Chen was very certain that he was there today.

He looked up at the locker room in front of him.

Female.

A demon is stirring within me.

I want to go in and take a look.

But he quickly suppressed it.

He's daring.

But it's not perverted.

He understood this very clearly.

Just as Su Chen was hesitating.

The locker room door suddenly opened.

Three people came out from inside.

Su Chen had met all three of these people before.

Little masseuse.

Fang Yu.

Lan Weiwei.

"Lan Weiwei? What's she doing here?" This question lingered in Su Chen's mind for less than a second.

His eyes were drawn to one place.

It cannot be moved at all.

In the end, all he could do was sigh.

"Thank you for the gifts of nature."

..

"It's really rare for someone your age to come and learn boxing, but since you're here, I'll teach you properly."

Fang Yu walked along, glancing at Lan Weiwei.

His eyes were full of envy.

Especially with that figure, not to mention men, even she herself couldn't resist.

Lan Weiwei excitedly hugged her hand.

"That's great! I came here because I heard that there's a female martial arts instructor who's really good at it. I hope you can teach me properly, because I also want to protect myself."

Her excitement made Fang Yu feel a soft touch on his arm.

If it were a man, he might enjoy it.

Fang Yu felt that she was insulting him.

Is being big a big deal?

Fang Yu led Lan Weiwei to the hall, but hadn't yet introduced the facilities there.

The group, who had just been training, stopped abruptly.

They all turned to look at Lan Weiwei.

Swallowed.

Lan Weiwei needs to practice boxing.

She specially prepared a blue tracksuit for today.

She wore a blue vest over her upper body.

She wore black shorts on her lower body.

His hands were wrapped in bandages.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, which didn't affect her movements at all.

But that's how she dressed.

Yet it stirs the desires within countless men.

"What are you all doing??? Who told you to stop???"

Seeing their disappointing performance, Fang Yu roared.

Everyone immediately turned around and went back to doing their own thing.

Lan Weiwei didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Now that we're here...

Dressed like this.

She was prepared to be watched.

Even so, she still instinctively covered her chest.

For some reason, she always felt that someone was watching her closely.

It looked as if it wanted to swallow it whole.

His body trembled slightly.

Fang Yu saw that she was afraid and sighed softly.

"Never mind, you'd better come with me."

Fang Yu had originally planned to train a female student outside the school, as it was a rare opportunity for her to join.

Let's give those unambitious guys around us a good whack.

Unexpectedly, the student's amazing physique caused unnecessary trouble.

Fang Yu could only take him to his training room.

"Oh dear, Fang Yu is taking others to the training room, I want to go too!"

The young masseuse was turned away as soon as she reached the door.

"Go to the lounge and play on your phone."

"Huh? Playing on your phone isn't as interesting as boxing. I want to watch you guys box."

The young masseuse spoke with righteous indignation.

If Fang Yu hadn't invited her to watch the boxing match, she would never have gone, no matter what.

Maybe they really did believe it.

"You want to watch the boxing match? I don't even want to talk to you. Either go back to the locker room or watch from the lobby. If you dare follow me, watch out..."

Fang Yu clenched his fists and glared fiercely down at Sha.

The young masseuse was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.

Fang Yu turned around with satisfaction and casually closed the door.

squeak~

Click~

squeak~

thump.

Fang Yu turned his head to look at it in confusion.

Was the door stuck just now?

282: Lan Weiwei's figure is eye-catching