Rebirth: Refusing to be a bootlicker, the goddess school beauty is anxious

After parking the Lafa back in the garage, Jiang Che continued to drive the Cayenne back to school. Xiaoyu was in the library, and Jiang Che drove the car to the dormitory building.

As soon as he opened the door of Room 202, a wave of hot air hit him in the face. The three guys were fanning themselves with books.

"Great, yeah!"

"I just want to say, you are from Xiguang, is it appropriate to be so afraid of heat?" The fat Li Feng was sweating and asked Shi Qi with a smile.

"Yeah, why are you so afraid of heat?" Han Teng couldn't understand it either.

"I'm also in Phuket..." Shi Qi stuck out his tongue and started to change a way to dissipate heat.

"Can't you turn on the air conditioner when it's so hot?" Jiang Che asked. The dormitory is equipped with a small air conditioner, but it can't heat up. The lowest cooling temperature is 24 degrees, but it is enough to keep this summer cool.

"The remote control is out of power!" Li Feng said.

"It's too sunny outside, and none of them want to buy batteries." Han Teng said.

"Damn, you don't want to go either?" Shi Qi slammed the table and said.

"..." Jiang Che was speechless: "Then you all just stay hot!"

He took a few sets of sportswear and before leaving the dormitory, he did not forget to make a fist and gesture to the three people: "Come on!"

He took the clothes and went to the Sanda Club. As soon as he opened the door, a cool feeling came over him. There was no air conditioning here, but the relatively remote training hall did not see much sunlight all year round, so it was cold in winter and cool in summer.

Compared to winter, the training hall is now much more lively, and the sound of hitting the sandbags is endless.

"Classmate Jiang Che!"

"Jiang Che Junior..."

People came and went, and those who recognized Jiang Che were all greeting him. Jiang Che also responded one by one, went to the locker room to change into sportswear, and Jiang Che hit the sandbag first, and then went to the strength area for training after warming up.

After joining the Sanda Club for more than half a year, Jiang Che's already smooth muscle lines have become more profound, and his distinct muscles and fair skin can definitely attract countless young girls, young wives, and old rich women.

"Is Vice President Dou here?"

At this time, someone shouted from the direction of the door, and people looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a group of people in Taekwondo uniforms walking in.

Dou Ming was not there, and Qin Qiuhan was not there either.

Jiang Che stopped moving, moved his shoulders excitedly, and walked forward and said: "Dou Ming is not here, are you here to challenge the club?"

"Challenging the club? No, no, no, we just come to borrow your strength equipment!" The older boy in the lead shook his head and denied it on the spot.

"Oh!"

Jiang Che immediately lost interest and pointed to the equipment area in the corner: "Please go ahead."

Dumbbells and other things can't be broken, there's nothing to be stingy about not letting people use them.

If Dou Ming was there, he would definitely agree.

After warming up for a while and sweating, Jiang Che also went to the strength area.

Seeing the senior leading the group instructing people to do strength training, Jiang Che added weights to the bench press barbell and said with a smile: "I have nothing to do, let's have a sparring match later?"

He really felt itchy.

From his previous life to now, he had never fought with Taekwondo.

Han Lang smiled and waved his hand and said: "Our Taekwondo is more focused on strengthening the body."

If this was not the Sanda Club, he would have agreed long ago.

There was no way.

The real difference in combat power was there.

He once had a sparring match with Dou Ming.

Before he could finish his whirlwind kick, he was hit in the liver by a punch. It still scars me...

Jiang Che laughed and said, "It's okay. We are all focused on strengthening our bodies. Judging from the color of your belt, you should be very powerful, right? Let's stop here and have a friendly exchange."

Han Lang looked down at the black belt on his waist, then at Jiang Che, and suddenly straightened his back again.

So what if this is a Sanda Club?

Not everyone has Dou Ming's fighting ability.

Since Jiang Che insists on sparring, then satisfy him!

It's just the right time to find the place where Dou Ming hit him in the liver last time.

Han Lang agreed immediately. After figuring this out, he laughed happily, but soon his smile gradually froze.

Jiang Che, who was lying down to do bench press, held the barbell with weights on both sides, and pushed it one after another, with great ease.

And looking at his hands.

Two small dumbbells, both weighing 10 kilograms...

"President... this person is Jiang Che!" A member recognized Jiang Che.

"Jiang Che?" Han Lang was stunned.

"He is the boss of Xianyu!" The student said: "President, do you still remember the video you watched before, where Senior Dou Ming was knocked down by an uppercut? That's him! If you want to spar with him, you have to be careful..."

"..."

Han Lang patted the member on the shoulder and said: "You take everyone back later. I suddenly feel like taking a shit, so I'm leaving first! Oh, remember to tell my junior brother Jiang Che that I'll lose the competition!"

I won inexplicably...

Jiang Che was speechless.

Fortunately, Dou Ming came at this time.

Dou Ming, who was wearing protective gear all over his body, looked at Jiang Che on the other side of the ring and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Who can tell me what's going on?

As expected, Dou Ming lay down again. After Jiang Che left, Dou Ming grabbed a member and asked him. After hearing that Han Lang had stood up Jiang Che, he went straight to the Taekwondo Club next door with his boxing gloves.

"I'm here to challenge the club! Call Han Lang out!"