At the beginning, Gu Jia and Jiang Nansun were intercepted, and Qiao Yingzi pursued them

Mi Meili is a typical love-brained person. After confirming the relationship, she became more proactive than before.

Early the next morning, Qin Fan just arrived at the company and saw Mi Meili waiting at the office door with a lunch box, a smile on her face that said "surprised or not?"

"Qin Fan, I brought you breakfast. There are steamed buns, dumplings, pancakes, and fried dough sticks... I didn't know what you like to eat, so I bought some of each."

"How long have you been here?"

"Not long, about ten minutes earlier than you. After delivering your loving breakfast, I have to go back to work."

Shen Bing, the young secretary following behind Qin Fan, frowned and her eyes became sharp.

She quickly walked around to Qin Fan and took the breakfast. "Give it to me. Mr. Qin had already eaten breakfast before coming here. You don't need to bring it to me in person in the future."

Qin Fan wore a smile on his face, but ignored Shen Bing's actions. He was obviously not happy with Mi Meili's decision to come here without her permission.

Mi Meili asked in surprise: "Ah? You've already eaten?"

Qin Fan nodded. "I usually eat breakfast at home, but thank you for your kindness. I'm very touched."

"Is that so... It's all my fault. I should have called you before buying breakfast. What about all the things I bought?"

Shen Bing took out a steamed dumpling from the food bag and started eating it without paying attention to the people around. "I got up a little late today and haven't had time to have breakfast yet. Do you mind?"

He ate first and asked later, obviously not taking Mi Meili seriously.

Mi Meili was a little unhappy.

"It's okay, you can eat it."

Qin Fan interrupted the two women's implicit argument and said to Mi Meili, "I'll have Qin Yi take you to the psychic. You can go directly to the parking lot and wait at the elevator door."

"okay."

……

The next day, Qin San suddenly called and told Qin Fan that Fang Zhiheng had found a job as a fighting coach in the boxing gym she often went to.

Qin Fan thought that the woman was quite capable. Even after being banned in the financial field, she was still able to develop her side business into her main business. Not bad.

"Go to that boxing gym and get me a membership. Ask Fang Zhiheng to be my personal trainer. Do it as soon as possible."

"Okay, boss, I'll do it right away."

After lunch, Qin Fan rushed to the boxing gym where Fang Zhiheng worked.

Ever since becoming a fighting coach, Fang Zhiheng basically spends the entire day in the boxing gym, treating the sandbag as Qin Fan, and there's no telling how many punches he's thrown at him.

There were few people in the boxing gym in the afternoon. Fang Zhiheng had nothing to do and was about to continue sweating on the sandbag. At this moment, Qin Fan walked in accompanied by Qin San.

Fang Zhiheng looked at him coldly, her hands in her boxing gloves clenching tightly, and a murderous look hidden under her beautiful face covered with sweat.

"I knew that even as a coach in a boxing gym, I couldn't escape your harassment."

"Since you're so aware, let's practice. I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time!"

Qin Fan took off his coat and threw it to the bodyguard, then took out the boxing gloves he had prepared in advance and put them on.

"Humph! It's still unclear who will beat whom!"

Fang Zhiheng was very confident in her fighting skills. Even though she had experienced Qin Fan's abnormal strength last time, she believed that she could knock him down with her excellent techniques.

The two men went up to the boxing ring one after the other and stood facing each other.

"I suggest you wear protective gear. I won't be responsible if I give you a concussion."

Seeing that Qin Fan only wore a pair of boxing gloves and no protective gear, Fang Zhiheng kindly reminded him.

"If you can really defeat me, not only will I revoke my ban on you, but I will also avoid you from now on. How about that?"

Qin Fan was amused by Fang Zhiheng's mysterious confidence.

"This is what you said, don't go back on it!"

Fang Zhiheng's eyes flashed with great surprise, but then he quickly calmed down.

"Of course not, but it's a bet, so you have to put some stakes on it. If you lose, what are you going to give me as compensation?"

"I won't lose!"

Fang Zhiheng's face was full of pride and confidence. On the one hand, he was very confident in his skills, and on the other hand, he was trying to be clever so that if he lost, he could still deny the debt.

No matter what, we can't bow to this devil.

Qin Fan didn't take it seriously and lightly bumped his fists together, "Come on, I'll let you make the first move."

Fang Zhiheng didn't bother to be polite with him and punched Qin Fan in the face with full of anger.

Qin Fan's nerve reaction speed had long exceeded that of ordinary people. He even waited for a moment, until Fang Zhiheng's fist was less than ten centimeters away from the tip of his nose, then he quickly shook his body and easily dodged it.

Fang Zhiheng seemed to have anticipated this. She twisted her waist and turned sideways, and her left leg lashed towards Qin Fan's right ribs like a whip.

The result was exactly the same as before, and the opponent easily dodged it.

"After five years of training in kickboxing, is this all you've gotten? You can't even touch my clothes, and yet you still brazenly claim you can defeat me."

"You are the most talkative woman I have ever met!"

Qin Fan did not fight back, but dodged and used words to provoke Fang Zhiheng's mentality.

Even though he knew that this was a trick of his opponent and that he couldn't be fooled, Fang Zhiheng was still very excited. Unconsciously, he punched faster and faster.

He rotated various jabs and hooks, and occasionally threw a kick. His posture was quite standard and looked very beautiful, but he was very frustrated when he couldn't hit anyone.

"Ouch, you almost hit me, hurry up!"

"This speed is not good. It's as slow as an old lady doing square dance. Did you miss your meal?"

"Why do you keep swinging your fist at the side of my head? Are you punching the air? Aim a little better..."

Qin Fan's words came one after another, like flies buzzing in his ears. Fang Zhiheng was furious. She gritted her teeth, swung her fists hard, and consciously forced Qin Fan to move to the corner.

I thought to myself, wait until he reaches a blind spot and see how he can hide!

Facts proved that Fang Zhiheng was overthinking it. Qin Fan simply slid out from the corner and continued to tease Fang Zhiheng's mentality with trash talk.

"Why are your punches getting slower and slower? Is it because your chest is too big, affecting your center of gravity?"

"Just shut up... Ugh!"

Fang Zhiheng couldn't stand it any longer and yelled at him, but before she could finish her words, Qin Fan saw the opportunity and punched her in the face.

Even though he had protective gear protecting his head, Fang Zhiheng was hit hard by the punch and his body became unstable. His head felt a little dizzy and he staggered backwards.

Qin Fan didn't bother to be polite with her. He rushed forward and punched Fang Zhiheng in the ribs again, forcing her to retreat three steps and hit her back against the corner post.

Fang Zhiheng held up her body with her arms on the ropes. If Qin Fan caught up with her and punched her again, he would definitely knock her out.

But he didn't do that. Instead, he stood one meter away and mocked her.

"You couldn't handle just two punches. How boring!"

"You're despicable! You attacked me while I was talking!"

Fang Zhiheng looked indignant, feeling that her loss was unfair. If Qin Fan hadn't made her mentally unstable and retorted, how could she have been successfully ambushed by him?

It all comes down to one core point: it's not that her skills are inferior to others, it's just that Qin Fan is too shameless.

"As if you weren't shaking your fist at me while I was talking. Losing is losing. It's really boring to make such a lame excuse for yourself."

"I didn't lose!"

Fang Zhiheng threw off the ropes and rushed forward again.

Qin Fan still used the same old routine, dodging and teasing her with words. Fang Zhiheng seemed tired, her fists swung slower and slower, and her steps were much heavier than at the beginning.

At this point, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he had to face the facts. He and Qin Fan were not on the same level at all. Fighting against him was basically just for fun, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

In a daze, Fang Zhiheng was hit by a hook punch on the left chin again. He staggered a few times and fell to the ground.

Qin Fan sat on her belly without any hesitation and looked down at her.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Get out of my way!"

"It seems you still refuse to obey. Well, there's nothing I can do but beat you until you obey!"

Seeing Qin Fan raising his fist again, Fang Zhiheng hurriedly raised his hand.

"Stop! I give up!"

I thought to myself that a good woman would not suffer a loss in front of her. Since I couldn't win, I might as well admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid further suffering.

"Are you giving up already? Have you thought about what the stakes are?"

Fang Zhiheng turned her face away and said, "I didn't say I'd compensate you if I lost. Hurry up and get up. Your stomach hurts from sitting."

"Are you planning to cheat me? I have to warn you that the consequences of refusing to pay are very serious."

"Whatever you say, I didn't place any bets."

"also!"

Qin Fan didn't take this issue seriously. He stood up, untied his boxing gloves and threw them aside. He pulled Fang Zhiheng, who had stood up, down the boxing ring and walked to the sandbag.

"Coach Fang, I'm not very good at punching a sandbag. Can you show me a demonstration first?"

"Why should I teach you?"

Qin Fan took out his membership card and waved it in front of Fang Zhiheng. "I'm a member of this boxing gym, and I've signed up for a year of your private lessons. You know the customer is king, right?"

"If you don't teach me well, I will complain to you right now!"

Is there such a thing?

Fang Zhiheng immediately ran to the front desk to check its authenticity.

The results showed that Qin Fan had become a member this afternoon. Just when he was sparring with her in the boxing ring, Qin San helped him sign up for private training courses. The salesperson had not had time to mention this to her.

Qin Fan came up behind Fang Zhiheng at some point.

"Coach Fang, it's okay if you don't teach me. You can leave this gym with your pride and dignity. No one will stop you."

Leave? Where else can I go?

I finally found a coaching job. If I mess it up, I won’t be able to pay the rent for next quarter, and my life will be even more difficult in the future.

Fang Zhiheng glared at him angrily, squeezing out two words from between his teeth -

"I'll teach you!"

.......

700: Just go in and fight! Fang Zhiheng gives in!

Qin Fan did so much just to torture himself. He was just a sandbag, but he acted like he had been beaten by everyone.

Fang Zhiheng walked back to the sandbag and taught the posture and some force-generating techniques in a serious manner. However, as she was talking, she turned her head and was depressed to find that Qin Fan was sitting on the equipment next to her, playing with his mobile phone and didn't listen to what she was saying at all.

"Are you going to learn or not? If not, don't waste my time!"

"Is this how you treat members? Be careful or I'll complain to you!"

Fang Zhiheng was speechless. After all, the other party had paid the money, and whether he was willing to study hard was his own business. He just told everyone what he knew.

After figuring this out, Fang Zhiheng no longer cared what Qin Fan did and just explained the key points of punching.

Qin Fan turned off his phone and pretended to be distressed. "Coach Fang, I can't remember anything you said. Why don't you demonstrate it yourself? That way it will be easier for me to imitate."

"...Okay, look carefully."

Fang Zhiheng turned around, got into position, and began to hit the sandbag.

After playing for about three minutes, Fang Zhiheng asked him, panting heavily, "Do you understand? Come and try it."

"I don't understand, Coach Fang, why don't you demonstrate it again?"

"you!"

Qin Fan took out his membership card and shook it, signaling her to be aware of her identity and not to speak rudely to the students, otherwise he would complain and warn her.

Fang Zhiheng had no choice but to suppress her anger and continue demonstrating.

However, after each demonstration, Qin Fan said that he had not learned it and forced her to continue to the next time.

After hitting the sandbag for a whole hour, Fang Zhiheng was exhausted. Her arms hung at her sides, feeling sore, numb and painful, and she couldn't exert any strength at all.