Two punches knocked down Wang Heng. After a brief excitement, Ye Xun suddenly felt a little nervous.

I wanted to fight him in practice, out of a very simple show-off mentality, just like an ordinary little girl who wanted to show how good she learned a certain subject. But after showing it, Ye Xun passed the excitement and realized that his strategy might have some problems, which caused trouble instead...

Will knocking the boy over the ground make him angry?

Will he prefer that kind of delicate girl?

Thinking of this, Ye Xun quickly took off his boxing gloves, knelt in front of him and asked carefully: "Senior, are you okay?"

Wang Heng’s feelings are also complicated at this moment.

A girl who had just knocked herself down easily now knelt beside her again, and the gentle voice drifted into her ears with a strong sense of concern... This was really a bit confused.

He rubbed his shoulders and stood up, looked at the pitiful girl, and suddenly realized a problem.

The shoulder was hit clearly, and the force was not too heavy, so it was impossible to get injured. So, why did she act so worried? What were she worried about?

After a long-tested mind, the correct answer was analyzed.

Then, he couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, I don’t play PUA, otherwise, with Ye Xun’s weak mentality, wouldn’t I be controlled so tightly? No matter how strong the hand-to-hand combat ability is, it can’t compare to scheming and routines…

The two got off the ring and returned to the corner where they were practicing. At this time, Ye Xun kept his head down and said nothing, and hesitant thoughts were turning into his little head.

Finally, Wang Heng said, "It's really amazing, Master Ye."

Ye Xun: “…”

Wang Heng: "But it doesn't matter, let's continue. I came here just to practice. Being beaten is necessary, and the ability to fight against hits is also a necessary quality."

Ye Xun was still quite entangled and asked softly: "Senior, do you like girls to be weaker?"

Wang Heng deliberately misunderstood: "Good skills do not distinguish between men, women, age and young."

Ye Xun stared at him and asked, "What I want to know is, what kind of girl do seniors think is better? Are they cute, or... not so weak?"

Wang Heng glanced at the girl's well-proportioned and smooth muscle lines, recalled the feeling of the next week, and swallowed quietly: "Each one has its own merits."

Although it is not the answer I most expect, this answer is enough to make Ye Xun feel a little relieved. However, the girl with lack of experience does not understand the principle of stopping when she sees good things.

She asked again: "Don't seniors hate muscular girls?"

Is this intention a bit too obvious?

Wang Heng sighed secretly, looked at the girl's hopeful but uneasy gaze, and was really embarrassed to say hesitation. On the one hand, he was unable to get over his conscience, after all, he was still secretly swallowing his saliva just now; on the other hand, he was embarrassed to slap the girl in the face so directly.

But what if you like it? The problem seems to be even bigger. Unless you start to guide Ye Xun now, you will be asking for trouble. But guide Ye Xun... he subconsciously rejected this option.

Perhaps, similar to those who insist on smoking ban, the complex mentality of seeing Marlboro and Panda cigarettes in front of you casually smoke?

After a brief thought, Wang Heng decisively changed the topic: "Actually, I'm a little curious... Because I have watched some UFC competitions, the professional players in it seem to be not thin. I saw it online that some people say that fat can actually play a role in fighting, so those who practice fighting cannot be too thin, right?"

"It depends on what the magnitude is," Ye Xun pointed to himself, "As I, the lightest grass scale, less than fifty kilograms. The lighter the weight, the weaker the fight and strength, and I will definitely not be able to fight against heavyweights, but it is certainly no problem to bully ordinary people who have never practiced."

Wang Heng suddenly became curious: "Do you know the...a trick that can kill people?"

"kill?"

"Well, it's the kind that kills you with one blow. I'm a little curious. How fast can you be if you want to get rid of an ordinary person who has not practiced?"

Wang Heng wanted to know how lethal Ye Xun was without a knife in his hand. Even if he couldn't defend himself, he wouldn't have time to run away.

After observing his expression and hearing what he said, Ye Xun finally felt relieved. Sure enough, Senior Wang Heng is not a boy with a vulgar taste, and he doesn't hate girls with strong combat power. But thinking about it, how can a boy who takes the initiative to practice fighting in the martial arts hall hate girls who also like fighting?

The girl cheered up and prepared to show off her strength.

"If you want to kill yourself with one blow, it is difficult to use standing skills. Whether it is boxing, Sanda or other schools, unless you use a lot of force to hit the most dangerous key. But my strength is not that great, so if you want to deal with others immediately, you can only use Jiu Jitsu."

“Jitsujitsu?”

"Well, I actually don't like Jiu Jitsu very much. It's so bad to roll around on the ground. But when I was studying with that female coach before, of course I learned it..."

Speaking of this, Ye Xun suddenly moved. She made a dive-like move, flashed and leaned behind Wang Heng.

Before Wang Heng could feel the feeling of being hugged tightly from behind by the beautiful girl, she found that her left arm was holding her chin and her right arm was against the back of her neck.

Then, tighten it little by little.

"I'll introduce it to you, this is naked trowel."

The girl's voice was still so sweet, but Wang Heng felt that he was about to suffocate.

But the next second, Ye Xun suddenly relaxed his strength and his little face pressed against his shoulders. In the eyes of others, she just hugged Wang Heng's neck with both hands, her face next to his shoulders, and her chest was also close to his back, and her whole body was almost wrapped around him.

Anyone who knows a little jiu-jitsu can see that this is a standard naked twisting action, and it is a type that has been formed and cannot be broken free from anyone. Even if someone makes such an action in a professional MMA ring, there are only two choices. Either give in or lose consciousness after a few seconds.

However, Wang Heng knew very well that Ye Xun was not exerting force now. He seemed to be squeezing, but in fact he was just holding him tightly.

"Senior, I can not only teach you fighting, but I can also protect you in the future and always protect you..."

The girl's mouth was right in his ears, so although the sound was extremely gentle, it was particularly clear, and it penetrated into his eardrums with a warm breath. The touch behind him made his heart sway.

At this moment, Wang Heng had a thought - it was so bad that it was naked!
Chapter completed!