The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 211
The unhappy face of the girl next to her was even more gloomy, she shook her head: "Tiantian, why don't we go, there's nothing to see about a group of rough guys with bare backs and strange clothes."

That's right, the two are Chen Meng and his best friend Fang Tiantian who came here to relax. The rough guy Chen Meng refers to is Bala and the few wrestlers around him.

Others didn't realize it when they heard the second daughter's complaint, but Jiang Zhe immediately became unhappy.

He looked at the second daughter with a black face and looked unkindly, and snorted: "Hey, what are you talking about? What is a rough guy with a strange shape and a bare back?

This is a unique wrestler of our Mongolian nationality, and is the strongest warrior, please keep respect! "

"You..." Chen Meng glanced at Jiang Zhe and shook his head. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him not only had a problem with his brain, but was also a stunned young man.

Both herself and Fang Tiantian are full-fledged beauties, and they can attract countless eyeballs no matter where they go.

It's fine if this guy doesn't show his gentlemanly demeanor, and he's still angry when he speaks. He probably will be single for the rest of his life.

"Hey, who is this? Are your Mongolian wrestlers strong?" Chen Meng didn't want to say more, but it didn't mean Fang Tiantian could bear it.

Fang Meili glared at him angrily.

Jiang Zhe snorted: "Aren't you talking nonsense? To tell you the truth, our wrestlers can lift five like you!"

"You... stinky rascal!" Fang Tiantian's face turned dark when she heard Jiang Zhe's words.

"Hey, why am I a hooligan? Look at your body, it should be less than 50 kilograms, right? Barra's highest weightlifting record is 278 kilograms."

Fang Tiantian: "..."

She found that for straight men, many things cannot be communicated through words.

That being the case, she sneered: "Are you Mongolian wrestlers so good?"

"Cut!" Jiang Zhe snorted, expressing his disdain to answer this question.

Who knew that Fang Tiantian actually had the following text: "Since he is so powerful, I wonder if he can jump over two buildings that are more than 15 meters apart?"

Listening to Chen Meng's recounting of her grievances, Fang Tiantian paid special attention to the matter of Confucius and Mencius crossing the building. Now she heard the other party talking about it, and she couldn't help but speak out directly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhe sneered even more when he heard the words: "Skip over the buildings 15 meters apart? Please, can you use your brain when you are fine and watch the news?

The shocking article was obviously faked by the editor of Sand Sculpture, so I specially wrote a [-]-word long review, didn’t you guys see it? "

Fang Tiantian: "?"

She turned her head and looked at Chen Meng. In addition to being shocked, there was also a sense of déjà vu that didn't take much effort.

Especially Chen Meng, she looked at this Mongolian young man with an extremely complicated expression.

It turned out that it was because of this guy that he lost his job.

Really...

She was about to show off her shrew character to the other party and leave two bloodstained medals on the face of this stupid guy, but the next moment, she denied this plan again.

Because this is completely inconsistent with her image of a lady, and seeing that the opponent looks strong and strong, although she can sneak attack, it is very likely that she will suffer a disadvantage in terms of force.

Her brain was running fast, she and Fang Tiantian winked.

The best friend, Sister Fang, who has a tacit understanding, immediately understood her intention: To deal with such a guy, you can't force it, you can only outsmart it!
And look at the way he attaches importance to these wrestlers, why not make a fuss about this?

Thinking of this, Fang Tiantian snorted: "It is impossible for a human to jump over a tall building with a width of 15 meters? It's just that you can't jump by yourself.

Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't.The blind man touches the elephant and looks at the sky from a well. They are talking about people like you. "

"You..." Jiang Zhe didn't expect that he would be so robbed of his whiteness after speaking so clearly, and his face immediately turned black.

"If I say you can't jump, you can't jump. If you think you can, why don't you call that middle school teacher to demonstrate it again?"

Fang Tiantian did not show any weakness: "Demonstrate it again? Is it specially for you? Are you counting that onion?"

"you……"

"Don't be unconvinced, when it comes to long jump, you really can't do it.

Do not believe?Look at yourself, and the short legs of your so-called wrestlers, who can't jump a meter or two after three jumps, what's there to be proud of? "

"I..." Jiang Zhe was furious, he wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to say it.

Because what Fang Tiantian said is the truth, as a wrestler, the most important thing is not how agile your movements are, how strong your arms are, but how stable your chassis is.

In addition to the weight of the chassis, the legs must be short and thick.

Although Jiang Zhe is now a coach, he has transformed from a wrestler, so he naturally conforms to this rule.

Who would have thought that Fang Tiantian would not be relieved after saying this: "You grassland men are not only short-legged, but also always squatting, acting like a foolish sissy, just looking at it will give goosebumps all over your body."

"Nonsense!" Being despised again and again, Jiang Zhe immediately became angry, "We prairie people are the most generous and heroic. We live on the boundless prairie, our hearts are as wide as the sky, our eyes are boundless, we are optimistic and open-minded, regardless of gains and losses.

We ride horses, herd sheep, drink goat milk, and drink kumiss..."

But before he finished speaking, Fang Tiantian sneered: "Goat's milk? Kumiss? How old are you, why haven't you weaned yet!"

"you……"

Jiang Zhe finally realized that although he was upright, strong and powerful, when it came to bickering, ten of them combined could not match the girl in front of him.

"Stop!" He resolutely gave up this meaningless debate, and then said, "What about us grassland people can't be reflected by words alone. As the saying goes, songs can express a nation's will, and it will always be singing.

In the grasslands, heroic singing can often fully demonstrate the open-mindedness of the shepherd, if you don’t believe me, let me sing a few for you..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the voice of the host on the rostrum sounded immediately: "Hello everyone, thank you for coming to Shanghai to participate in the opening ceremony of the National Games.

After seeing the vigor and demeanor of athletes of various nationalities, the next link is a special program dedicated to everyone by the Shanghai Sports Commission and Shanghai Satellite TV's Good Voice column group..."

Following the host's narration, the spirit of the audience who had been aroused by the athletes' catwalks was lifted up again.

National style plus "Looking for a Good Voice" rematch?
Some time ago, the publicity about the good voice in Shanghai covered all the online media and self-media, and everyone has been yearning for it for a long time.

I didn't expect to see the semi-finals here, and it was a national style series specially prepared for the National Games. It's just...

They participated in the opening ceremony of the National Games. Although they were excited, things like the opening ceremony sounded grand, but when it came to specific links, they were mostly the same.

Everyone is even ready to urinate all over the way, but unexpectedly...

This trip today is blood money.

Everyone got ready in an instant. Although the contestants hadn't come on stage yet, they were already thinking about how they should shout in order to give the greatest support to their favorite singers.

(End of this chapter)