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Side somersault, front handspring, side handspring, touch the ground and spin... Chen Jia listens to these unfamiliar words, her gaze fixed on Fang Yu.
The young man had a cold and stern expression, with agile and graceful movements, exuding a fierce sense of beauty.
Chen Jia hadn't even seen how he exerted force with his hands, and he had already leapt high into the air, tumbling through the air and drawing an arc.
Landing, bouncing, spinning in the air... Chen Jia watched with a pounding heart.
The last side somersault, the young man landed steadily on the soft cushion, his chest heaving violently, his jet-black hair already soaked with sweat.
Chen Jia bit her lip until Fang Yu looked at her with his jet-black eyes, and she realized her fingers were aching.
"You're amazing, Feather Brother."
The boys surrounded him, handing him a Coke one after another. "You haven't practiced for two months. We all thought you would fall flat on your face."
Fang Yu took a sip of cola, paused for a moment, and casually said, "It's okay, I haven't practiced in a long time."
The girl with twin ponytails walked over, extended her hand, and exchanged a high-five with him, "I admit defeat this time. Let's compete again next time."
"Oh, oh, Sister Rong Rong admits defeat."
The boys were shouting and someone saw Chen Jia standing behind and whistled, "Where did this little sister come from? She's really lovely. What's your name, little sister?"
Fang Yu threw away the plastic bottle and shielded Chen Jia behind him, looking displeased. "What are you asking for? Go practice your skills."
Everyone laughed and dispersed, starting to correct each other's movements one by one, while Rong Rong occasionally looked in the direction of Fang Yu and the others.
Chen Jia wants to learn a front handspring. Fang Yu found a corner, supported Chen Jia's lower back, and began teaching her how to do a handstand.
Chen Jia didn't have enough strength in her arms. After several attempts, her face turned red from the effort, but she still couldn't hold herself up. Whenever Fang Yu loosened his grip, she would fall headfirst.
"Ayu, I can't go on." Chen Jia gasped for breath, sweat dripping into her eyes.
"Tsk, useless."
In a place where the girl couldn't see, Fang Yu's mouth secretly curved up. His left hand wrapped around her soft waist, his right hand holding her knee, gently placing her on the cushion.
Chen Jia reached out her arm to him, "My arm is sore, help me massage it."
Fang Yu squatted down, holding the girl's soft white arm, feeling her fingers go soft.
"You haven't had breakfast," Chen Jia muttered.
Fang Yu trembled, and her hand suddenly pressed down, causing Chen Jia to scream in pain.
"Did I hurt you?" He was really scared.
Chen Jia pulled back her arm and twisted him hard, "Why are you so forceful? I don't want you to massage me."
Lushan Mountain In a classroom in the eastern district, the air conditioner was blowing cold air, and the blackboard still had unswept curve formulas on it. About ten students were busy working on problems.
Jiang Mo finished writing the last word, capped the pen, and stood up to hand in the paper. Despite the soft sound, it still attracted a few people to turn around.
After packing up the school bag, Jiang Mo walked to the door and was stopped by Coach Xu: " Jiang Mo, can you try to overcome the evening class?"
When school starts, Jiang Mo refused to live on campus and even stopped attending evening classes. Jiang Mo is the most talented student that Coach Xu has taught in recent years. He is smart and has a stable mindset, and the entire math team has high hopes for him.
Coach Xu has talked to him privately several times, hoping that he would focus on closed training and fully prepare for the competition, but he has refused every time.
"Sorry coach, I have something very important and I must go back," Jiang Mo said apologetically.
Coach Xu knows that Jiang Mo has always been diligent in training. He is not the kind of child who doesn't know the importance of things, so he can't understand it even more.
"What could be more important than your training right now? Hasn't your grandfather already gone to Guangzhou?"
Chen Jia can't remember how she found Jiang Mo. She found Jiang Mo's coaching building based on her memory, climbing the stairs and knocking on doors one by one until she found him on the 16th floor.
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