Chapter 46 What the **** is this called?
Jun Gu didn't move immediately, first raised his eyes, and said in a casual tone, "Why, are you in a good mood today?"
He remembered that Gong Jiuhan said that he should lead people according to his mood.
With her lips pursed, Gong Jiu leaned sideways on the side of the sofa: "It's not bad."
She was wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, which was a bit bulky, and inside was an extremely simple pure white T-shirt.
It is said that white shows people's skin color.
It made the young man's skin extremely fair and clear.
Jun Gu bent his eyes lightly, opened the box in front of him, took out a stack of papers from inside, and put them on the table: "Everything you want is here, little guy."
Slowly stepped forward to get the documents, Gong Jiu glanced silently at the person on the seat, without emotion: "Me? Little guy?..."
What the **** is this called?
But Jun Gu waved his hand, comparing her up and down with his fingertips, and then compared to himself in turn.
Signaled to Gong Jiuhan, she looked like a little guy in front of him.
Going back to sit down, Gong Jiu snorted blankly: "Boring."
Immediately lowered his head, flipping through the documents in his hand one after another.
Even if there is no expression on a face, it is still eye-catching and beautiful.
Jun Gu squinted his eyes in a happy mood, thinking that the little guy's paralyzed face is not easy to attack.
The huge room is so quiet.
The two were doing their own things, and the stack of papers on the coffee table in front of the sofa was getting thicker and thicker until Gong Jiuan put the last one on it.
Jun Gu seemed to have noticed something, and raised his head the moment she put it down: "How is it?"
Putting down the mouse in hand, Jun Gu leaned back, looking at Gong Jiu silently.
Calmly glanced at the time, Gong Jiu tilted his head silently, took out a lump of candy, and unhurriedly peeled it off.
"It's okay," the familiar taste spread on the tip of the tongue, Gong Jiu silently threw the candy wrapper into the trash can, "Is the boy who hit me yesterday called Su Yu?"
Yesterday, I didn't pay much attention to the man's name, Gong Jiuhan asked casually.
Jun Gu nodded.
In sight, the boy stood up, his cheeks fluttering up and down: "Too conceited, but I have a good waist."
Jun Gu's eyes were a little darker, and his thin lips parted slightly: "The eyes are very hot."
Su Yu's waist is his advantage, but also his disadvantage.
After rearranging the materials and putting them on Jun Gu's desk, Gong Jiu turned around silently, and leaned his **** on the edge of the table, "Gu Shen is really talented and bold, and went straight to the national K~1."
Jun Gu lifted his lips and smiled dignifiedly: "Thank you for the compliment, it's only K~1 in the country. I think they have the strength to fight."
There is no trace of modesty.
Gong Jiuhan turned his head to look at him a few more times.
Suddenly a person came in.
"Boss Gu Shen, you~"
The person who came in paused halfway through the conversation when he saw Gong Jiulan, "Teach, coach?"
Gong Jiuan withdrew his eyes looking at Jun Gu and turned his head, humming lightly.
Remembering that she hadn’t been to the training room when she came to the club today, she got up and said, “Talk, I’ll go to the training room.”
"See you, Coach..."
The man waved his hand dumbly at Gong Jiu and said cutely.
Gong Jiuhan didn't give him half a look, just nodded.
Leaving the scene under Jun Gu's eyes, his back is neat.
Turning his eyes to the person who came in, Jun Gu said, "What is it?"
**
Training room.
Wen Yao pulled the bar repeatedly for a long time, finally couldn't help sighing, and stopped to lean.
Su Yu hasn't returned from the hospital yet.
Someone handed him a bottle of water.
"It's the same physical training every day, it's just too boring!"
The boy sat on Wen Yao's side and also took a big sip of water.
"I just said, it's already mid-June, and the K-1 summer competition is about to start. You said that Gu Shen recruited a coach and still hasn't seen anyone for a day."
Wen Yao frowned. Although he was convinced of the new coach's strength, he was not happy with his way of always being invisible.
The boy nodded Lianlian, then stopped quickly, and then pointed to the direction of the training room door: "Oh, isn't that the new coach?"
Wen Yao was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look over. The boy had been leaning against the door for an unknown how long.
The posture is lazy, exuding a unique unruly air.
Especially because the eye-catching facial features have no emotion, but it just makes you feel a wildness from the soul.
Uh~
Go to bed~
(end of this chapter)