Chapter 952

Leng Shaoqing said that he was innocent.

In the final exam at the end of grade one, Leng Qingnian's performance improved significantly, and even the teacher praised Leng Qingnian. Before Leng Shaoqing could be happy, she found that she seemed to have lost her daughter this summer vacation.

"Duoduo, where have you been?"

"Little white house."

"Wife, where have you been today?"

"Little white house!"

Leng Qingnian spent 90% of his summer vacation with Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen and Feng Jingyue are not so relaxed. Everyone has three interest classes. They don't have much time to play, but Leng Qingnian doesn't 'dislike it'. They follow Feng Jingchen like a small tail, and any interest classes follow.

Leng Qingnian's favorite and least favorite interest class is Taekwondo.

I like it best because I can see feng Jingchen wearing Taekwondo clothes in the Taoist arena. All her gestures are fan er's heroic image.

The least favorite is because she has to wear that dress and practice boxing.

Mother said, girls, it's better to be gentle.

So she doesn't like boxing.

After Leng Qingnian followed Feng Jingchen to the Taekwondo Hall for a week, the children of the Taekwondo Hall also knew two people, and some little boys began to have a variety of YY with them.

"Feng Jingchen, is Leng Qingnian your child's daughter-in-law? Why do you follow you every day?"

"Does Leng Qingnian live in your house? Is it the same bed as you? "

The words fell, and several boys laughed maliciously.

Feng Jingchen put on his Taekwondo clothes, glanced at several people and said coldly, "some jokes are not funny. You can say that I have a close relationship with Niannian. That's true, but don't think of her with any dirty thoughts. You have time to practice your boxing and foot Kung Fu. Don't be scolded by the teacher every time."

With that, Feng Jingchen left the dressing room, leaving several ugly boys.

Leng Qingnian was already waiting in the ashram. Seeing Feng Jingchen coming out, he waved to him from a distance.

Feng Jingchen came to Leng Qingnian and asked, "can you understand the movements taught by the teacher yesterday?"

"No." Leng Qingnian tooted his mouth, "it's too difficult."

"Yes." Feng Jingchen had already expected this result, and there was no accident. He just asked, "did Niannian want to go to his favorite interest class in the past? For example, painting class? "

Although Leng Qingnian was not enlightened, she still understood what Feng Jingchen said. She immediately blushed her eyes and asked, "brother Jingchen thinks I bother you when I come to class with you every day?"

"Of course not!" Feng Jingchen explained, "I just think that if you like painting, you should cultivate your interest. Taekwondo may not be for you, you can... "

"But I prefer brother Jingchen to painting!" Leng Qingnian interrupted Feng Jingchen, flattened his mouth, lowered his head, and began to play with his fingers.

Feng Jingchen sighed, raised her hand and rubbed Leng Qingnian's hair, saying, "I know, read, then continue to stay here! You are too young. You may not understand what I said. Even if you like a person, you can't live all for him. You have to have your own life. "

Leng Qingnian really listens.

After a while, the class began. Most of the students with red and black belt grades were present. Leng Qingnian was simply added in, and it was normal to fail to keep up.

"Before class, let's consolidate the actions we learned yesterday. Please ask a classmate to come and show it. Does anyone volunteer?" Taekwondo teacher asked.

Many students raised their hands, and the teacher randomly ordered a few to come to the middle of the dojo.

Leng Qingnian asked Feng Jingchen, "brother Jingchen, why don't you raise your hand? You're the best. "

Feng Jingchen said with a smile, "this teacher is like this. He asks people to go up voluntarily every time, but after a while, the teacher will check yesterday's learning results one by one. Don't worry."

"Check one by one!" Leng Qingnian shrunk and muttered, "Hey, if only I could know how to hide."

"You don't have to hide. Now, look at everyone's movements. If you learn it and learn it almost, the teacher won't embarrass you." Feng Jingchen suggested.

Leng Qingnian nodded obediently.

Sure enough, when the voluntary exhibition was over, the teacher began to call the roll one by one, "Feng Jingchen, you can show it."

Feng Jingchen got up, came to the teacher, bowed, and then turned to face the students, bowed, posed well, and a whirlwind kick followed by a back spin kick came. Both the turning action and the taking-off action were very smooth, and the landing action was also very stable and healthy.

Leng Qingnian's eyes lit up and began to clap for Feng Jingchen.

"Ha ha..." the students around began to laugh meaningfully.

"What are you laughing at!" The teacher said seriously, "Feng Jingchen has done well and Leng Qingnian has great vision. You should all applaud Feng Jingchen! When several students just landed, they didn't step firmly. We must practice more frequently when we go back. "

There was no laughter in the dojo.

Feng Jingchen bowed to the teacher and turned back to the place where he had just been.

Leng Qingnian stretched his neck proudly.

At this time, the teacher said, "let's show Leng Qingnian! Not only have the appreciation level, but also have certain skills. "

Leng tilted his mouth and shrunk his neck.

"It's all right. Don't be afraid." Feng Jingchen whispered, "just do what you can, don't force."

"Yes." Leng Qingnian bit his lips and stood up.

Leng Qingnian's action is not good. The etiquette is still full marks. After bowing to the teacher, set up the action. She thought that she must try her best to do well, not only to make brother Jingchen look at herself, but also to make teachers and students agree with her.

Thinking like this, Leng Qingnian took another look at Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly.

Just listen to the sound of "ha", the action of Leng Qingnian has begun, spinning and jumping

Click——

"Ouch!" Leng Qingnian took a breath of cold air in pain and fell on the mat.

"Read!" Regardless of others, Feng Jingchen ran to Leng Qingnian step by step, hurriedly helped her up, turned pale and asked, "how's it going? Are you okay? "

"How's it going? How's it going? " The teacher was also startled, "don't move!"

Leng Qingnian, with tears hanging from his eyes, pointed to his ankle and said, "it seems to be twisted. It hurts! I also heard a click. Is my foot broken? "

Feng Jingchen pulled up the trouser leg of Leng Qingnian and carefully touched her ankle.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Leng Qingnian screamed, and his tears pattered down.

"I'll carry you to the doctor." Feng Jingchen frowned, turned his back to Leng Qingnian, peeped out his back and said, "teacher, help her up."