The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 258 Being considerate
The air became slightly quiet, although Matt's obviously turbid and rapid breathing could still be heard, but this time, Matt persisted.

Everything was really too quiet. You could clearly hear the trivial sounds in the street, which led to misunderstanding: there was no one in the room.

"...They won't have left, right?"

"Probably. It's not the first time anyway. It's the same every time. They come over happily to join in the fun, but they can't last five minutes. One or two turn around and leave with foul language, and then smear the reputation of the martial arts gym."

"It's different. That handsome guy persisted. It's only been two months. It's not easy."

"Handsome guy? Which one are you talking about? Why didn't I know there was a handsome guy in the martial arts gym?"

The chattering conversation echoed in the corridors, without deliberately lowering the tone. The quiet airflow in the space caused them to misunderstand.

However, Matt looked at Anson with a confused look on his face. Finally, he hesitated to speak, lowered his voice and asked, "What kind of elven language is this?"

In New York's Chinatown, the first batch of people who came here to work were mainly residents from the Pearl River Delta. Over time, Cantonese became completely unimpeded here; later, immigrants from the Fujian and Zhejiang generations joined one after another, and Hakka and Hokkien also filled the streets and alleys. , but still mainly in dialect.

So for a long time, the United States has always believed that "Cantonese" is "Chinese". It can be seen from movies and TV series that Hollywood has always maintained this wrong understanding. Until the Internet opened up the world, the flow of information became more and more frequent. As it became more and more popular, it was slowly corrected.

However, the conversation taking place in front of me was in Chinese, not Cantonese but Mandarin with a slight accent.

This also means that very few people can understand it. No wonder Chen Sheng and Wu Xi have no scruples.

This has been the case for the past two months. They even whispered and discussed gossip in front of Anson, covering it up with smiles, thinking that they were hiding the truth.

"Ha, no way! No way? That's a handsome guy, anyone with eyes can see it. I'm a man, but that doesn't mean I'm blind."

"Tch, why is he so handsome? He has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. I don't see anything special about him. Your eyes must be broken because you play too many games."

"Ho ho ho, someone is jealous."

"Go away! Who is jealous? That's not a handsome guy."

"Senior Brother, in the past three weeks, the number of women who have come to our martial arts studio on the pretext of hanging out has increased significantly. Today they drop a needle and borrow a thread the next. There is an endless stream of women, all just to take a peek at that handsome guy. Even standing there is pleasing to the eye. You You don’t think they are here just to deal with this big boss, do you?”

"...Shut up if you can't speak."

"Admit it, jealousy is jealousy, there's nothing shameful about jealousy. To be honest, looking like that is indeed worthy of jealousy."

"You are the only one who is jealous, your whole family is jealous. That is just a vase, it is not even worthy of carrying my shoes. Such a vase has nothing but a skin, and you really don't know how to appreciate it at all. Handsome guys should be like me, what matters is A temperament, understand? Temperament!"

"I understand, I understand, Runtu temperament, right?"

"……Grass."

The words are cut off here.

Not sure if it was because of the auditory shock, but there was the sound of fists hitting flesh in the air, a tug and a groan, and then two figures appeared entangled and chasing each other.

An emergency brake.

Wu Xi was stunned when he stood at the door of the room. His eyes widened and he looked at Anson and Matt in astonishment. Then he slowed down for a moment and spotted Nick standing in the corner.

All are there, no one is missing.

Wu Xi felt that his jaw might be dislocated.

After half a beat, Chen Sheng also appeared. He clenched his fist and raised his head high. He was about to teach the guy a lesson. The next second he saw surprised faces in the room.

Brake, control, hold back.

At a glance, one could tell that Chen Sheng was more sophisticated, and he immediately returned to his original state, as if nothing had happened, and showed a polite smile again.

At the same time, switching from Mandarin mode to English mode is as friendly as a monk asking for alms. "Basic skills training has already begun."

After a moment's delay, Wu Xi also realized that what they just spoke was in Chinese, and these foreigners couldn't understand it, so there was really no need to scare themselves.

His high heart slowly returned to his chest, he regained his composure, and walked into the classroom, keeping serious, with a look of eating melon in his eyes.

Chen Sheng walked closer and came to Matt's side.

Although he was smiling, his eyes were focused. He came to Matt and looked at him carefully. His serious look made the air inadvertently tense.

Matt was pacing and wasn't sure whether he should say hello. It seemed impolite to continue like this, but he had just learned a lesson. Talking while pacing might cause him to fall, so what should he do now?
Matt looked at Anson and asked with his eyes.

Ansen winked and signaled to continue squatting.

Matt breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that a force came from the spine directly behind his waist. Matt reflexively straightened his upper body, and his abdomen suddenly tightened. Chen Sheng's voice came to his ears, "Stop." Belly! Straighten your waist!"

Every time he said a word, the corresponding part of Matt's body was hit, and it was real and painful.

Back, waist, shoulders, thighs, even hips.

Matt felt like he was a marionette, completely at his mercy. After adjusting his posture, he could feel the little mouse drilling holes in his muscles within five seconds, which was so refreshing.

"Don't relax!" Matt tried to catch his breath, but was hit on the back again.

Chen Sheng said in a deep voice, "Keep your breathing as steady as possible. Don't exhale or inhale. Steady! Otherwise, if you don't last for thirty seconds, you will sit on the ground and suck the dirt."

It was really funny to watch Matt's cheeks swell up little by little, as if he was practicing toad kung fu.

Matt was originally breathing normally and steadily, but after all this trouble, Matt didn't know what to do. His helpless look really made people laugh.

Matt cast a pleading look at Anson.

As a result, before Anson could respond, Chen Sheng noticed Matt's gaze, took a step forward and came to Anson's side, raised his foot and touched Anson's calf.

"Focus!"

Anson, hold on.

Chen Sheng was a little surprised. If his basic skills were not solid, he would have fallen due to the sudden attack just now, but he did not expect that Ansen could withstand it.

Ansen glanced at Chen Sheng and could tell immediately that Chen Sheng was trying to assume an authoritative posture to cover up the guilty conscience exposed in the conversation outside.

Even though Chen Sheng and Wu Xi believed that they could not understand Chinese, the embarrassment of being caught speaking ill of others behind their backs still made them feel uneasy.

Ansen is a good person and a good boy. He feels that he has the responsibility and obligation to comfort Chen Sheng and calm down his chaotic mood.

So, Ansen looked at Chen Sheng, and before Chen Sheng continued to criticize, he smiled with sincerity and spoke in standard Mandarin.

"I don't think I'm a hottie either. Neither does Matt. Seriously."

Chen Sheng:......

The air was quiet.

then.

belch.

The sound of Wu Xi's frightened hiccups came from behind, breaking the calm, but the ripples calmed down in an instant, and fell into dead silence again.

(End of this chapter)