After Qi Jing sent Fang Xiaoli back to the hospital, he did not get off the car, but went directly to the judo hall. He neglected training when he went to the United States to attend the seminar, so today he was preparing to start from judo.

This training is prepared for medical trouble and self-defense. After several months of hard rolling and falling training, Qi Jing has now had some foundation and can compete with a few weaker sporting scholastics. Of course, there are still more and less schools, but that is based on the situation under the rules of judo competition.

When encountering a medical dispute that is always related to life and death, Qi Jing cannot abide by the rules inside. He can easily defeat the enemy by adding more damage to the enemy in secret.

In addition to close confrontation, he also specially asked the coach to teach some methods to prevent tool sharp blades in case of accidents.

"You're not a policeman."

The coach sorted out the white training suit that was wrinkled, then lifted his loose pants under the gaze of the students around him, tightened his belt and belt that had just been torn apart by Qi Jing, and asked lightly: "The hospital is not a fighting arena, why are you learning these?"

Qi Jingping lay on the ground and looked at the ceiling, still breathing heavily: "Beware of it, beware of it before it happens."

"Is it so dangerous to be a doctor?" The coach was a little surprised and walked up and stretched out his hand and pulled Qi Jing up. "I always thought that doctors were a very respected profession."

"It's generally the case in a big city like Danyang, but there are inevitable surprises." Qi Jing got up and sorted out his clothes and continued, "Many people lack a way to vent their venting and are very resentful. Besides, there are few people like Ajie who are open-minded and open-minded."

"Since it's so dangerous, you might as well quit your job and come to me." The coach secretly hid the knot of the trouser rope and set off his posture.

"What are you doing here?" Qi Jing used one move to avoid one move, and opened a little distance, thinking about countermeasures, "Can you still make money here?"

"Yes."

The coach dared not let him continue thinking. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Qi Jing's collar, and turned to his side and wanted to fall. Unfortunately, he was no longer the Qi Jing from a few months ago. He immediately removed his strength under his feet and barely dodged this move.

After that, the two tried each other twice and entered a stalemate.

"How to make money, you teach me."

"You have a poor actual combat, but you have rich theoretical knowledge and can understand your opponent's psychology. During the battle, you are also very clear about what stage you should do, but your mind is still a little short of your health."

The coach said while looking for Qi Jing's flaws, and his offensive became more and more fierce.

As time went by, Qi Jing's physical strength was far from keeping up with him, and gradually he showed a decline: "Thank you, thank you for your praise."

"I think you can be a coach assistant, mainly to help analyze everyone's training focus and psychological teaching during confrontation."

"Not interested." Qi Jing refused very simply.

"Hahaha, I knew you would answer this."

After saying that, the coach grabbed Qi Jing's sleeve with one hand and quickly reached the collar of his neck, turned sideways, hooked his legs, and felt the center of gravity shift, and fell a move of sashiru. The whole movement was completed in one go. Although Qi Jing had realized the danger, his body had no time to react.

However, I was always a little reward after being knocked so many times. Not long after I went downstairs, Qi Jing turned around and began to fight: "It's amazing, I don't know if Miss Xiaoling knows that you are so powerful."

"Hahaha, your move is useless."

The coach knew that he wanted to use the same trick again and distract himself from the partner he had crushed. After suffering one loss, he made up his mind not to take it again. So after hearing this familiar title, he increased the strength on his arms and waist and abdomen, held Qi Jing tightly, and pressed his back back on the mat.

"I don't know what Miss Xiaoling would think when she sees you so savage..."

Qi Jing blushed and gasped hard and said, "I think she should be, she should like the gentle and elegant type, so..."

Just a look, plus this sentence, catalyzed fermentation, immediately caused a subtle change in the coach's mood.

He didn't expect Qi Jing to have an enhanced version of this trick. Even though his mind kept warning himself: This person is a liar! a liar! But another area deep in his consciousness had to care about this: "Really? She really likes that type?"

"I have always had a very accurate vision, you know."

"That......"

Seeing that the pressure on his body was reduced sharply, Qi Jing immediately turned around and pulled away his clamped head and arms, and finally got rid of the confinement. However, this move was very cruel. After getting up, he kept moving his shoulders and neck: "Huh, you are too heavy to do! What should I do if my bones are broken?"

"You have to explain it to me clearly, why does she like the gentle and elegant type?"

Miss Xiaoling is the owner of a restaurant downstairs. She often comes up to deliver meals to the staff in the judo hall. A discerning person can tell at a glance that both of them are actually interesting, but they just haven't said it out yet. It is because of the silly and stupid coach who is always worried about failure and dare not confess his love.

"She likes the gentle and elegant type and does not conflict with her or not." Qi Jing coughed twice and finally recovered.

The students in the museum were sitting next to him. After hearing the opening remarks, they immediately realized that this guy was about to start again. But who made the coach love this set? Listen to it well.

"What does this mean?" the coach asked seriously sitting cross-legged on the mat.

"I feel that you are becoming more and more confused and unable to see yourself."

"Speak human words!"

"Let me drink a few sips of water." Qi Jing took out the water bottle from his backpack and drank a few sips, and his words became more and more formal. "Strictly speaking, coach, you are actually a gentle and elegant type. No, you should be more confident, you are an outstanding representative of gentle and elegant!"

The coach looked at the muscles exposed and couldn't believe this sentence: "You are not fooling me, are you?"

"So I said you were confused and lost yourself in the continuous practical judo training!" Qi Jing saw that he couldn't understand, and immediately took a step forward, "What is judo? Judo is the way of softness. It is translated as 'gent way'. Fighting in a gentle way is so gentle."

Everyone: Nonsense!

Coach: Something makes sense!

But the coach was just stupid, not really stupid. Such a simple and easy-to-understand explanation could not really touch him. He sat on the cushion, thinking constantly, and his face became stranger.

I listened to this sentence and it seemed to make sense, but there was nothing wrong with it. But it wasn't right to think about it carefully. I was a retired athlete at least and looked big and thick. I could be gentle in character, but no matter how I looked at it, my education and knowledge level were not in line with that elegance.

"Yes, coach, you really can't reach the level of Ya now." Qi Jing said the truth very rarely, but immediately changed the subject, "But you can work hard in that direction."

"Work hard? How to work hard?"

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