I’m Really a Superstar

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In the corridor.

The elevator door opens.

Just as the coach and students were about to leave, a tenant named Rao Aimin came out after hearing the sound. She was a female college student and said, "Hey, landlady, what did I hear about installing broadband just now? I was just about to install it. The last broadband has expired. The internet speed is extremely slow, I’m thinking of switching to another service provider, where is the service provider?”

Rao Aimin greeted the two of them, "Hey, your business is coming."

As a result, the two of them didn't seem to hear anything and hurriedly entered the elevator. Ding, the door was closed.

Rao Aimin said strangely: "Hey, these two idiots don't even greet you when business comes? Don't you want to earn commission? Haha, they are so heartless."

The female college student said depressedly: "Just leave and forget it."

Rao Aimin said: "Go to the property management company and ask. They should have outlets here. It's quite cheap. It only costs 99b for two years."

"Really? Oh, let me go then. It's so cheap." The female college student hurriedly chased her out. After a while, she came back again. When she passed by Zhang Ye's house, the female college student said, "Auntie, the landlord." , the property management company said that there is no such cheap broadband, and they do not have this cooperation.”

Zhang Ye had already gotten up to eat, "Huh? So what were those two people for just now?"

The female college student shrugged her shoulders, "Who knows, maybe it's a scam."

"No way? I think their clothes and shoes are not cheap." Rao Aimin was also confused.

Chenchen sneered, "Haha, I can tell at a glance that they are two Sisi." In this world, the word Sisi has come out a long time ago.

outside the community.

The two losers whom Chen Chen called, the coach and the student, had already trotted out. Even so, they were still a little worried. They were several hundred meters away from the community before they both relaxed. tone.

The strong young man patted his chest with lingering fear and exhaled: "Fortunately, fortunately, I was clever enough to say that I was selling broadband."

The coach also wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "You react really quickly. Well done, your words are very crucial."

The young man praised: "Coach, you are also quick to cooperate. I didn't even think of giving you a small gift. You are so professional and so true. There are no flaws. You are so awesome."

"That's it, what did I...have to praise for before?" The coach finally realized that the two of them were running away. What else could they praise each other for in such a shameful and shameless matter? But when he thought of the scene of the young woman chopping scissors with her bare hands, the coach wanted to scold her.

The young man scolded him first, "What the hell is that eldest sister? Isn't she too awesome? Is she still a human? Can she bend the scissors? Is she a magician?" It is very common among those who practice Taekwondo. In other words, those who practice Taekwondo like to chop this and that thing the most. Splitting wooden boards with bare hands, kicking and breaking wooden boards. These are their normal activities and training, such as the black belt exam. , sometimes these will be tested

But...but it's just a wooden board

Even if some layers are stacked on top of each other, if they are thicker, they will still be wooden boards.

What did the young woman chop? It's your mother's scissors. They're pure iron scissors. They're not a heavyweight at all. They're not a world-class scissors.

The coach was silent for a long time, "You said we just left like this, isn't it a bit embarrassing?"

The young man immediately found a step for them to get off. "It's not embarrassing, not at all. That woman is not a human being, she is a female animal. The coach, let alone us two, is an Olympic Taekwondo champion. I have never heard of anyone who can split iron." Ah, you are still chopping with one hand in one hand, without using any other external force or lever principle at all. This is no longer normal, it can only be done by a pervert, so who are we embarrassing?"

The coach also looked for steps for himself, "Well, that's right, you're right.

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The young man sighed: "It's a good thing we didn't go in and beat anyone. Otherwise, I guess we wouldn't be able to come out. Even if we come out, we would have to come out in several pieces. That woman can even break an iron, let alone bend it." Damn it, if she slaps her, her leg will not be broken, but will be shattered and the whole body will not be left." Thinking of this, the young man shuddered. Now thinking about the time he had to find someone to settle the score. His fierce face instantly turned into a vulgar face selling broadband. He would only feel lucky. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the two of them would have had to account for the three hundred pounds.

The coach lamented: "There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world."

The young man pursed his lips and said angrily: "This Wang Cen is also cheating on us, isn't it? Coach, how do you think he is at ease? There is such a great master living in Zhang Ye's house and he wants us to avenge him? Isn't he at ease? He has good intentions and wants to kill us."

Upon hearing this, the coach also hated Wang Cen, "This Wang Cen is so ungrateful. I said, why would he donate 200,000 yuan to the gym? How dare he cheat me, a teacher?"

The young man said with a dark face: "We really saved our lives today. No, we must not let this kid go and avenge him? Get out of here and don't let me see him again next time."

The two cursed and walked away.

By coincidence, Wang Cen's phone call came suddenly.

The young man looked at it, showed his phone to the coach, then picked it up himself and said, "Hello"

Wang Cen asked: "Brother, have you solved that Zhang Ye? How about it? Did you beat him badly?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Cen said self-righteously: "Haha, if senior brother and the coach take action, they will definitely be able to catch him. I’m asking too much.”

The young man almost died of anger, how could he still be miserable? He was miserable. If the coach and I hadn't run so fast, our end would have been almost terrible. He said angrily: "Wang Cen, you are so damn wicked. I tell you, be careful and don't let me see you again." I beat you all over the floor and you still want to take revenge? Next time, go alone. Don't come to me and the coach for this kind of thing in the future. You want to kill me and the coach? You go alone and you want to hold us back? You, Wang Cen, have lived enough, and I, the coach, haven't lived yet. Is that enough? You dare to offend anyone?"

Wang Cen was dumbfounded, "Huh? What's going on? Brother, you're scolding me, I don't even know what's going on. Please tell me quickly."

"To tell you the truth, if I were you, I would never mess with that kind of person in my life." The young man didn't want to talk nonsense to him, "You can take care of yourself."

"Brother, senior brother" Wang Cen shouted.

The young man snorted and hung up the phone.

that side.

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Director Song came in with someone, "Wang Cen, right? Come with us."

"Uncle Song, I..." Wang Cen obviously knew him, after all, he was his father's old friend.

But Director Song didn't seem to recognize him and said businesslikely: "Let's go. The police car is waiting underneath. Come back to the station and explain your problem."

Wang Cen was still thinking about what happened on the phone. It wasn't until he followed Director Song and the others into the police car that he didn't understand what the instructor and senior brother had encountered. Shouldn't he mess with that kind of person in his life? How could it be possible? That Zhang Ye was obviously about the same level as him in taekwondo, maybe even better than him in terms of strength and speed. Why did the instructor, Brother Shi, and the others have this reaction and attitude?

Could it be that Zhang Ye still has three heads and six arms?

However, he may never understand this matter. What he is facing now is security detention. This stain can never be washed away. Only now does Wang Cen regret that he should not have molested the TV station at that time. The female employee regretted that she should not have taken action against Zhang Ye, and regretted that she should not have let her father help him deal with Zhang Ye. Otherwise, even if he took a step back in one step, the situation would not be like this.

Over there at the corner gate.

Inside Zhang Ye's rental house.

Zhang Ye was surprised and curious and held the scissors bent by the landlord's aunt for a long time. He looked at it from left to right and marveled, "Auntie from the landlord, you are too fierce. Is this okay? Hey, I If I ever have the skill like you, I will walk sideways every day."

Chenchen glanced at him and said, "Haha."

Zhang Ye snorted: "What's the matter? Don't believe it. When your uncle Zhang reaches this point, he will take you to play gym every day."

Rao Aimin shook her head, "You? In the next life."

Zhang Ye was unconvinced and said, "Then tell me how to cut it."

"Qiaojin, even if you say it, you won't understand it, and even if you understand it, you won't be able to learn it." Rao Aimin said.

"But I want to learn, please teach me." Zhang Ye was very interested in this. His fight with Wang Cen made him realize his lack of physical combat effectiveness. If he hadn't eaten a "health-boosting bottle" at that time, ", he was definitely the one who got beaten up by Fatty. Of course he wanted to be as powerful as possible.

Rao Aimin looked at him and said mockingly: "I guess you don't even understand what Chinese martial arts is, and you are still learning nothing. You are a half-baked Taekwondo practitioner. What kind of Chinese martial arts should I talk to you about? The one you are practicing now, Most of them are tricks, relying at most on skill, agility and strength, that's all. They are all empty inside. The first thing that Chinese martial arts pays attention to is cultivating one's character from the inside out."

"I'm starting to cultivate myself now. If you can do it, I can do it," Zhang Ye said.

"Then you are past the age of practicing martial arts." Rao Aimin didn't think highly of him at all. "When I was a few years old, I started stepping on the pile. What were you doing at that time?"

Zhang Ye suddenly realized, "No wonder you take good care of yourself, are so beautiful, and have such a good figure. It turns out it's because you practiced martial arts since childhood."

Chenchen curled his lips and said, "It's embarrassing to flatter me."

Zhang Ye's face turned red and he said, "Auntie Landlady, please teach me two tricks."

"I like what you say." Rao Aimin said, "But it's useless for you to flatter me. If you can't learn it, you can't learn it. You should just be your actor with peace of mind."

Zhang Yeqie said: "If you don't teach, don't teach. What's the matter? Isn't it good for me to teach myself? Just wait and see. When my brother can practice it in the future, we can compare notes."

Rao Aimin only said, "...haha."

Zhang Ye is a bit loud, but he really has a chance. If he is lucky enough to win a Chinese martial arts skill experience book such as Baguazhang or Wing Chun in a special lottery one day, he can save enough reputation to buy it. Having bought hundreds and thousands of books and eaten them, that doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t have sex with Rao Aimin.