I can go back to the mysterious age

"I'm willing to admit defeat."

In the middle of the playground, coach Kesiah walked off the court with his fists clasped. The crowd watching the excitement dispersed and made way for the road.

"This coach named Levi is so powerful! He knocked Kosia back in two or three punches." Someone whispered.

"You didn't come yesterday, right? In fact, Kosia has been defeated twice. Last night, he was defeated with just three punches." A young man who came to exercise turned around and said.

"Awesome, I remember Kesiah was the head coach of the fighting club of Edelweiss Middle School, and he was very good at fighting. It seems that the coach named Levi from the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall is even more powerful..." Someone said to the companion next to him, with a look that seemed There are some who are ready to move.

"Why don't we sign up and make an appointment?"

"Let's go."

Soon, three or two people walked towards the front desk.

"Milo, let's go too, don't be late." Phil said quickly. He also felt that this coach named Levi was real. If I could teach myself a few more times, I would probably be able to get out of the bottom in the next fighting club sparring ranking.

"Phil, Coach Coscia seems to be looking at you." Milo patted Phil, who was both excited and anxious, with his right hand.

"..." Phil looked to the right in embarrassment, and sure enough, he found that Coach Kesiah was looking here with a complicated expression, and his eyes seemed a bit disgusting. It seemed that he heard what he just said.

In the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, three head coaches teach three groups of students, and Phil's fighting club coach is Coach Coscia. Since Phil's actual ranking results were always at the bottom, Coscia was actually quite impressed by Phil's face.

Kesiah also heard what Phil said just now.

To be honest, students who I have been teaching for a long time go to other martial arts schools to become apprentices. Kosia felt somewhat angry and embarrassed, feeling as if someone else had taken advantage of her.

However, who told the other party to fertilize is really powerful. I couldn't beat others twice, and the difference was visible to the naked eye.

If Phil wants to turn on the extra stove, let him do it...

Kesiah looked away and was about to leave, when Phil next to him suddenly called coach in a low voice. Kesiah's body froze slightly, and then decisively pretended not to hear. He quickly walked away and made a note of Phil in his mind.

Phil, you're trying to embarrass yourself. Next time I am placed in the "death group" for actual training, I will probably be beaten to tears in the first game.

"Coach Kesiah seems...maybe he didn't remember me..."

Phil breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay." Milo patted Phil on the shoulder, then pointed in front: "Hurry up and sign up, there seem to be a lot of people going..."

"That's right." Phil slapped his forehead and ran away in small steps.

At the front desk, the old man with gray bat hair rolled up the newspaper and threw it aside. He took out a notebook and started to memorize it.

"What's your name? How old are you? Which coach do you want to make an appointment with? How many hours do you want to make an appointment? Finally, pay the advance deposit. It's not much, only fifty red Lebanese federal coins."

The old man kept asking, and light black writing quickly appeared on the notebook. He stuffed the collected fifty-note bills into the drawer of the wooden table, and then shouted: "Next, next."

Finally it was Phil's turn. He immediately handed a green note to the old man, and then told his message again.

Fortunately, Phil grabbed Coach Levi's last reservation tomorrow, and the specific time is at six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Okay, Milo, let's come back tomorrow." Phil walked out of the team and said sideways to his friend.

At this time, the front door of Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall was pushed open.

A tall girl wearing long clothes and trousers walked in with a backpack. She had short, ear-length hair, and her facial features were not exquisite, but deep and attractive. There is a heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

"Senior Sister Tifa!" Phil said with some surprise.

"Phil?" Tifa was also a little surprised. She weighed her backpack and walked over. Phil smelled a faint aroma coming towards him, not the smell of perfume, but the simple smell of washing powder.

"Did you also come to the Gray Seal Martial Arts Gym to train?"

"Ah, yes. I heard that the new coach Levi here is very good, so my friend and I came to take a look." Phil said.

Next to him, his friend Milo, who didn't even have a name, curled his lips helplessly. Phil is usually not someone who can't move when he sees a woman. He doesn't know why he is inexplicably shy every time he faces Tifa, looking like a young boy in love.

In the front lobby, Fertifa and Fertifa briefly chatted for a few words, but the topic soon turned to coach Levi.

"You made an appointment for Coach Levi's class tomorrow? That's a coincidence. I've made an appointment for all Coach Levi's classes for the next month." Tifa glanced at her watch: "Sorry, the class time is coming soon. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon when I'm free. Let’s talk, let’s go now.”

After saying that, Tifa turned and left. One thing I have to say is that Difa has joined the fighting club since she was in junior high school. I have a very good figure since I have been exercising for a long time, and my back is also quite proud.

Phil looked from a distance until the figure disappeared.

"Hey, hey. Phil, your soul has been taken away."

Milo pushed Phil: "Let's go home."

"Milo, let's play some more. How about the facilities at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School? I feel like the atmosphere is better than that of the Fighting Club."

"Stop talking nonsense, you just want to see more of Senior Sister Tifa." Milo said clearly: "As you wish, go in."

The two immediately followed the passage to a public place.

On the right hand side, close to the white wall, there is a row of seven or eight black sandbags hanging on poles. Next to him, a practitioner with white bandages on his hands was exercising and punching from time to time.

The sound of banging and banging kept echoing in the space.

Although this is a public area, it is actually a professional area. The students who practice here are all senior enthusiasts.

Phil looked to the left, where there was a space separated, and the dim sunlight shone on the ground through the window. A tall young man was demonstrating specific fighting moves for Tifa.

The process is slow and involves a lot of explanations.

"The power does not come from the hands, but from here." Ka Xiu patted his waist: "You have to learn to use your waist to quickly exert force and drive the muscles of the whole body, so that every punch will be powerful enough."

"You give it a try." He took two steps back to the right.

"Yes." Tifa, who was wearing a white training suit, immediately got into a stance, crossed her legs, and raised her arms steadily on her left and right waists.

She twisted slightly and began to push her fist forward slowly.

Ka Xiu nodded and was about to speak. His heart suddenly shook, and a familiar bitter taste gradually spread in his mouth.

"Obsessive about antiques?!"

There is another chapter to be posted in the morning, something happened.