Chapter 1055

If we had known that you would turn Jin Changhe into a human demon, we would not have hired you as a coach.

Han Dongzhe deeply regretted thinking like this, but he didn't dare to criticize Li Xiaomin in public, so he had to be angry. It's on the bottom of those gaping hands.

"Oh After being scolded by their superiors, the prison guards just woke up. They scrambled up to the challenge arena and ran to the infirmary. They didn't know what was going on. When they were on the stage, no one dared to look at Li Xiaomin, as if they could not keep the two eggs in their crotch as long as they looked at her.

In the blink of an eye, only Li Xiaomin and Han Dongzhe are left on the stage.

When he saw Jin Changhe rolling on the ground, Li Xiaomin actually calmed down and regretted: Alas, why do you think I need to? People have spent a lot of money to hire me as a coach, but I have abandoned other people's players. What is this?

However, regret comes from regret, but if Li Xiaomin and Jin Changhe fight again, if that bastard dares to be so rude, she will make him a human demon.

Generally speaking, what a woman thinks in her heart is one thing, but what she should do is another. Even she sometimes can't figure out what she wants.

Seeing Li Xiaomin standing on the stage staring at the ground for a long time in silence, Han Dongzhe rubbed his hands back and forth a few times, showing a smile even more ugly than crying, walked a few steps to the challenge arena and said: "Li, Miss Li, you, you are not hurt, are you?"

Jin Changhe's eggs are broken, but Li Xiaomin is still standing here. Even a blind man can see that she has nothing to do with her. Han Dongzhe's question is nonsense. It's like two people greet each other after they meet: have you seen the novel updated by the sunshine in the wind today?

"I'm fine." After shrugging, Li Xiaomin turned to look at Han Dongzhe, and slightly bent down to say sorry: "warden Han, I'm sorry, I didn't control my mood well just now. It's likely that your efforts will be wasted. I'm really sorry."

"It's OK. It's OK. He deserves it." No matter how hard Han Dongzhe felt, he didn't dare to blame Li Xiaomin. Besides, he asked for it, so he shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "in fact, it's nothing. At most, we won't take part in this competition. We'll wait for another chance in the next year."

Li Xiaomin raised his hand, lifted the rubber rope, came down from the stage and walked to Han Dongzhe: "can't anyone fight except him? Is this kind of competition the same as regular competition, once the candidates are determined, they can't be changed? "

Han Dongzhe shook his head: "there are no rules about this. Before the Asian finals, we has the final say. Only when we get the top three of the competition, who is the final candidate, can we not change it at will.

Li Xiaomin immediately asked: "so, besides Jin Changhe, who else is qualified to participate in the Asian finals? Even if his strength is not at all, I promise that I will teach him what I have learned in three days, and I will not hurt him any more. Of course, if he can't be as rude as that person. "

Han Dongzhe shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Miss Li, I know what you mean, but there is no one who can play in our prison except Jin Changhe."

Li Xiaomin was stunned: "why? Is he an internal choice? "

"Of course, it's not internal. He won it by strength. Because the prisoners sent by the prisons this time, in order to fight for the chance of commutation, they were in the selection contest... "After talking about this, Han Dongzhe was a little embarrassed and said," they all fight with their lives. The reason why we allow them to fight like this is that we really want to select the best players from them. So, after the whole trial, except for Jin Changhe, no one else will be able to participate in any competition in a short time

After listening to Han Dongzhe's hesitation, Li Xiaomin knew what was going on: in order to select the real "King", the prison authorities in Busan did not hesitate to use commutation as a temptation to let the prisoners fight to death, and Jin Changhe was the only winner.

No matter whether he is lucky or the rest of the players are too poor, he is the final winner. The rest of the players are injured now. There is no second choice to play again.

After thinking about this, Li Xiaomin regretted his impulse and bowed to Han Dongzhe again, saying, "I'm sorry, warden Han. I really don't know the real situation."

No matter how sorry you are, anyway, the efforts of our prison party have been destroyed... Han Dongzhe looks very unnatural and says it doesn't matter again. Then he excuses that he wants to see Jin Changhe, and later he will send someone to send Li Xiaomin out of prison.

"Warden Han!" In Han Dongzhe's heart, he said with great chagrin, "excuse me, turn around and walk to the infirmary for seven or eight meters. But when he heard Li Xiaomin calling him, he had to turn around and ask with a strong smile," Miss Li, do you have any instructions? "

Li Xiaomin raised his hand, took off the butterfly mask on his face, looked at Han Dongzhe calmly, and said slowly, "I want to represent Korean prisoners in the Asian finals on the 11th. Don't you know that's in line with the rules?"

Suddenly, Han Dongzhe Petrochemical on the spot.

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On June 7, 2012, Chen ancestral hall, Zhenyuan County, Mizhou, Nanhu Province, China.

Chu Ling, who has been sitting in Chen Yiqing's courtyard for almost a whole day, seems to have been stabbed on her buttocks. Now she is walking back and forth at the door of the courtyard. Every few minutes, she turns to see what she is talking about at the small square table. She laments: "oh, grandma, she is completely convinced by Chen Yiqing. She says that someone is coming to the party, Is there going to be someone coming? If a villager comes to borrow something, it seems to be called someone?

The granddaughter's uneasiness was seen by the old lady Chu who had taken a nap in the East chamber, so she asked Chen Yiqing, who was pouring water for her, in a low voice: "Yiqing, you just said that Chu Ling would marry a man of the right family in the future. This is not to make Grandma happy. According to the girl's domineering nature, I'm really worried that no one will dare to take it then. "

This Chen Yiqing is also quite deceptive. He said with a reserved smile: "grandma, don't say I can't lie at all. Even if I can lie, I dare not lie to you. Don't worry, ling'er will certainly marry a good family, because she looks like you, with a good fortune and a safe life. "

"Oh, I'm relieved." Old lady Chu nodded and took a sip of tea from her cup. She glanced at Chen Yiqing's flat abdomen and asked a question she had asked 28 times: "are you really pregnant?"

But Chen Yiqing did not have the slightest impatience, still respectfully replied: "yes, and it must be a boy, because this child is God's gift to the Chu family."

Immediately, old lady Chu threw out the purpose of her question: "since that's the case, then you are the great hero of our Chu family. Ah ah, you don't know. Since Yangfeng was taken to southern Hebei, my old woman has been thinking about my grandson and looking forward to her grandson all day long, just like she lost her soul. But who knows that she is so willful that she hides my great grandson. Although you have repeatedly stressed that Yangfeng will return to Chu's home sooner or later, I really feel empty. Can you come back to Beijing with me directly from Southern Hebei? It's also a hope in my heart that I can see my second great grandson born with my own eyes. "

Old Mrs. Chu is very wordy for a long time. In fact, these last words are the theme, that is, let Chen Yiqing go back to Beijing with her.

"Grandma, I can't go back to Chu's house with you." Chen Yiqing put down his tea cup and said, "I'm not hiding it from you, because the child I'm pregnant with is not from the right name. If it's not nice, it should be a villain. I can't stand the temple atmosphere of the Chu family. If you forcibly move in, it will only cause his misfortune. "

Chen Yiqing talks about the spirit of the temple, because the place where the Chu family lived used to be not only a prince's mansion, but also a generation of Mingjun is about to appear in the Chu family. In this way, the house helps others and people borrow the spirit of the house, which will form an invisible awe inspiring righteousness, and evil spirits dare not invade.

Of course, if Chen Yiqing's words are heard by officials who superficially claim to be atheists and have to rearrange their desks and chairs even when they change their offices, they will surely be engaged in feudal superstition. However, old lady Chu firmly believes that Chinese culture, which has been spreading for thousands of years, is not just used to scare people.

So after listening to her saying this, Mrs. Chu no longer reluctantly asked her grandson Chu Yang's safety for the 18th time: "Oh, since that's the case, you'd better cultivate yourself here, and I'll send someone to take care of you secretly... Chu Yang really won't have any accidents, right?"

Chen Yiqing smiles and shakes his head: "God has already given him a life span of 97 years old. Although he can't live in peace for the first half of his life, he will definitely turn misfortune into good fortune, and death will bring good fortune."

"I'm relieved. What about Yang Feng's fortune in his life?" Mrs. Chu is really a good grandmother. She is afraid that she will have nothing to say when she is waiting for the person who has not come yet. She keeps throwing out one question after another, but she gives full play to the advantage of "fortune telling without money".

Chen Yiqing understood the old lady's feeling of caring for her back. She was not impatient. In fact, she didn't dare... So she pondered a little and said, "grandma, if you want me to answer this question, you have to tell me the little guy's birthday."

"He was born at 11:59 on May 28 last year." After Mrs. Chu said the eight characters about Chu Yangfeng's birthday, Chen Yiqing began to close her eyes and pinch her fingers.

"Is this Chen Yiqing's house?"

Just as Chen Yiqing closed her eyes, a woman's voice rang out from the gate of the hospital, but she didn't open her eyes.

Chu Ling, who was itching all over and squatting behind the door with a stick to play with ants, immediately raised his head after hearing the sound: "you're here... Eh, how are you?"