I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 26 - 0 “Coach”_1

Chapter 26: 026 “Coach”_1

Chapter 26: 026 “Coach”_1

“I admit defeat.”

In the center of the sports field, Coach Corsia bowed and stepped down. The surrounding crowd that had been watching the spectacle dispersed and cleared the path.

“This coach called Li Wei is so formidable! He defeated Corsia with just a few punches.” People were whispering to each other.

“You must not have been here yesterday. In fact, Corsia has already lost twice, and last night also, he was defeated with just a few punches.” A youth who came to work out turned his head and said.

“Impressive, I remember Corsia is the main coach of the combat club of Snowflake Middle School, he’s very capable. It seems that this coach called Li Wei from the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall is even more formidable…” Someone said to his companion, his expression seemed somewhat excited.

“Shall we sign up for a booking?”

“Let’s go.”

Soon, a few people walked towards the front desk.

“Milo, let’s go too, or we won’t make it.” Phil hurriedly said. He also believed that this coach named Li Wei was truly capable. If he could teach him a few times, he might avoid being last in the next combat club practice ranking.

“Phil, it seems like Coach Corsia is looking at you.” Milo tapped the excited and somewhat anxious Phil with his right hand.

“…” Phil looked awkwardly to the right and saw Coach Corsia looking back with a complex expression, seeming somewhat upset. It seemed like he had heard what Phil had just said.

In the combat club of Snowflake Middle School, three main coaches were teaching three groups of students, and Phil’s coach was Coach Corsia. Because of Phil’s consistently low actual combat ranking, Corsia had a deep impression of Phil’s face.

Corsia had heard what Phil just said.

Honestly speaking, having a student he had mentored for a while go to another martial arts hall to study left Corsia feeling somewhat angry and embarrassed, as if his own cabbages were being taken by others.

But, who can blame them when the other party really did fertilize well? He couldn’t defeat him twice, the gap was clear as day.

If Phil wanted extra coaching experiments, let him go…

Corsia retracted his gaze, stepped forward to leave, but Phil suddenly softly called “Coach”. Corsia’s stride faltered, then he decisively pretended not to hear. He quickly strode away, mentally noting Phil’s actions.

Phil, intending to embarrass him. Next time, during actual combat training, he would place him in the “death group”, where he would probably cry after the first round.

“Seems like Coach Corsia… probably didn’t remember me…”

Phil breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s alright.” Milo patted Phil’s shoulder, then pointed ahead, “Hurry and sign up, seems like there are a lot of people going…”

“Right right.” Phil smacked his forehead and ran quickly to catch up.

At the front desk, an elder with grayish-white bat-like hair rolled up the newspaper and threw it to the side. He took out a notebook and began to write.

“What’s your name? How old are you? Which coach do you want to book? At what time? How many hours are you booking? Finally, pay the deposit, it’s not much, just fifty Federal Coins.”

The elder kept asking questions, and the faded black letters quickly appeared on the page. He stuffed the fifty notes collected into the drawer of the wooden table, and then shouted: “Next, next.”

Finally, it was Phil’s turn. He immediately handed the elder a green bill and relayed his details.

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Luckily, Phil secured the last booking slot with Coach Li Wei for tomorrow. The specific time was at six in the evening.

“Alright, Milo, let’s come back tomorrow.” Phil walked out from the front of the queue, turning to his good friend and said.

At that moment, the front door of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall was pushed open.

A tall girl in a long jacket and pants walked in. Her hair was trimmed short and neat, the features on her face were not delicate, but she was attractive and gave off a heroic vibe.

“Senior Sister Tifa!” Phil said, somewhat surprised.

“Phil?” Tifa too was a bit taken aback, she weighed her backpack and walked over. Phil smelled a faint scent that wasn’t perfume; it was a simple detergent smell.

“Are you also here at Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall for training?”

“Ah, yes. I heard the new coach Li Wei here is very strong, so my friend and I came to take a look.” Phil said.

On the side, the unnamed friend, Milo, made a helpless face. Normally, Phil wouldn’t lose his composure around women, but for some reason, he always became oddly shy in front of Tifa, acting like a boy in love for the first time.

In the hall, Phil and Tifa had a brief chat, and the topic quickly turned to Coach Li Wei.

“You booked Coach Li Wei’s class for tomorrow? That’s quite a coincidence, I booked all of Coach Li Wei’s classes for the next month. Tifa glanced at her watch: “Sorry, the class time is almost here. We can chat more tomorrow afternoon. I have to go.”

Having said that, Tifa turned and left. It must be said that Tifa, having joined the combat club since middle school, had a great figure due to long-term exercise, and her silhouette was quite impressive.

Phil watched from a distance until her figure disappeared.

“Hey, Phil, your soul is hooked.”

Milo pushed Phil: “Let’s go, time to go home.”

“Milo, let’s hang out a bit more and see what the facilities at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall are like? I feel the atmosphere is better than the combat club.”

“Don’t be absurd, you just want to take another look at Senior Sister Tifa.” Milo broke through his pretense: “As you wish, let’s go.”

Both of them immediately followed the pathway to a public area.

On the right side near the white wall, a row of seven or eight black sandbags hung on poles. At the side, students with white cloth wrapped around their hands were moving their bodies, occasionally throwing left and right punches.

Thump thump thump, the sound echoed through the space.

Although this was a public area, it was, in fact, a professional area, all the students practicing here were experienced hobbyists.

Phil looked to his left side, where a space was separated. The dim sunlight shone through the window onto the ground. A tall youth was demonstrating specific combat moves to Tifa.

The process was very slow, and there was a lot of explanation in between.

“The force doesn’t come from your hands, but here.” Casio tapped on his waist “You have to learn how to quickly exert force from your waist, which will engage the whole body’s muscles, making each punch more powerful.”

“You try it.” He stepped two steps towards the right.

“Yes.” Wearing a white martial arts uniform, Tifa immediately got into stance, legs spread, arms steadily lifted to the right and left side of the waist.

Her body slightly twisted, as she slowly pushed a punch forward.

Casio nodded his head, about to speak. Suddenly his heart jolted, and a familiar bitterness filled his mouth.

“Obsession Antique?!”