Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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5am.

The door was opened and closed, with Feng Ling's usual alertness, and he was able to hear the situation and would wake up.

But when she was cold and hot all over, she felt helpless, and it seemed like someone had come in, but she felt like she was dreaming.

In the dream, she seemed to have a fever. Someone put her hand on her forehead, and then put it on her forehead with a cold towel shortly after.

Just like this, I didn't know how long it was, she was half asleep and awake, and finally woke up again, it was 9:20 in the morning.

She has already taken a two-day vacation. She took a vacation the previous two days, but she ca n’t do it today. There is a required class today because a few students who have just arrived at the Budokan for half a year have to participate in competitions at school. The competitions here all pay more attention to specifications and forms, unlike real international competitions that require full strength, but because they need sufficient forms, they need a qualified dress rehearsal, and there are some states and actions that must be given to them today. Arrange it.

Feng Ling stood up from the bed, looked at the time, raised his hands and rubbed his swollen forehead, got up to wash, and saw the towels stacked there in the bathroom, wondering.

She usually hangs her towels there. How can they be stacked here?

I reached for my hand and found that the towel was still wet.

Suddenly there was a dream last night in her mind. She had a fever. Has anyone come to take care of her?

Is it Li Nanheng?

Feng Ling turned around and walked out of the bedroom. She made a round in each room of the small house. No other people were seen. She remembered that he had left before going to bed last night, and she never closed again. She also closed the door. Well, he also returned the key, how could he come over?

Did she put it here after taking a shower last night?

But it can't be stacked here, and it can't be done yet ...

Her gaze suddenly turned to the small terrace outside the window. The terrace on the fifteenth floor was not the same as the two adjacent balconies at the XI base. The width and distance between them could not be crossed at will. This was a terrible thing. No matter how hard Li Nanheng can't be so irrational.

Then this towel ...

Is it a dream or something?

Time is tight and I have no time to think about it. Feng Ling quickly put on her clothes and went straight out because the cold was not good. The whole person's condition was not good. She couldn't drive and she didn't want to be a road killer. She just called the car. Come here, take a taxi to the Budokan.

It is normal to start class at 10 o'clock, but she is still 15 minutes late. Fortunately, she called the boss and the head coach before 10 o'clock and said that she would arrive soon, so the students were waiting for her.

After arriving, Feng Ling didn't explain his illness. He changed into the usual clothes and went into the classroom.

The students were very excited to see her coming, but found that coach A Ling who would not sit down and rest for a few hours in a row usually had to drink some hot water every ten minutes or less and sit down for a while For a while, and her throat was a bit dumb, she didn't look very well, and she seemed to sweat a little on her forehead.

"Coach Ah Ling, is your illness not good yet? A cold? Is it so serious?"

Several students saw her in a bad state and couldn't help but care a few words.

"It's okay, you have a cold, you continue to practice." Feng Ling stood up and walked over: "Remember the gestures of raising and raising legs. Since they are all international students from China to the United States, they have to show Asia in front of fellow students around the world. Culture and Chinese martial arts, you beginners who have just studied for half a year, do not need too much depth for the time being, just remember that the standard of each existing action is in place, and then cooperate with the classical rhythm of Chinese style, it will be very shocking Let ’s continue the training. The time before 12 noon today belongs to you. It ’s really impossible to continue in the afternoon until the training is fully qualified. ”

"But you look like ..."

"I'm okay. I'll sit for a while when I'm too tired." Feng Ling said, walked to one of the male students, stretched out his hand to straighten his arm: "Lift it up, straighten it, lay it flat, lift it like this, right ..."

"Coach Ah Ling, the temperature on your hand is very hot, is it a fever?" The male student looked at her with some anxiety, because when he looked at her at such a close distance, he could see clearly that there was no blood on her lips. It's really not too hot.

Feng Ling retracted his hand, without saying much, just turned around and walked back, and said, "What are you watching me doing? Continue to practice."

Seeing her persistence, and coach A Ling's temper has never been beyond their control. Don't look at her being younger than them, but her temper is really uncontrollable, so she has to continue practicing.

Just one hour after Feng Ling was in class, the door of the Wulian classroom was suddenly pushed open.

The outside coach and the boss of the Budokan were shocked and obviously unable to stop people. They looked at the tall man who walked in quickly, and looked a little embarrassed at the seal sitting in front of the classroom drinking water. Ling: "A zero, this gentleman said he came to you. We said that you are having trouble seeing people in class. He was very angry and said that your illness is not good, and you still have a fever. We can't stop it ... ... "

What they said was unexpected.

Who would have thought that Feng Ling's skill was already so amazing that she had buried her as a coach in their martial arts hall, but did not expect this gentleman to be more powerful than Feng Ling. The head coach wanted to stop people, but was kicked away, and almost died.

Men always see the truth with their abilities, especially those who have been martial arts in elementary school. When they see people who are better than behind them, even if they do n’t agree, even if they do n’t know what the situation is, they still have some instinct in their hearts Admiration, wondering where this gentleman is sacred.

Looking at the mountains but not dew, they are so powerful.

"Feng Ling——" Li Nanheng's voice was a rare anxiety: "Come out and go back with me."

"What's the answer?" Feng Ling didn't feel much about her name being called here, anyway, it was all the same way of thinking, except that she had one more surname and one that she didn't want to touch anymore.

She didn't look up, as if the hot water cup in front of her could look at the water glass, and took another sip of water.

"Come out with me first, you have a fever, don't you know?"

"I know, I didn't do anything here either, at most I watched my students practice all kinds of movements here, without having to play on the court to show strength, and I didn't have a fever, and I didn't need to take leave." Put down the water glass in my hand: "I'm here for class and get paid to do things for others, otherwise the boss will pay me so much for nothing, and there is always no need to take time off."