Mr Gingerbread

Chapter 9

Han Qiaoyu was much more relaxed in the office. After a little business, he got up to make tea and gave Lu Ming a cup.Lu Ming held it in his hand and didn't rush to drink it. He was a little surprised to see such good tea here.

Han Qiaoyu said: "I brought it from home. An elder has some research on the tea ceremony and likes to play with it."

Lu Ming took a sip, and the tea tasted sweet. It was really good tea.

Han Qiaoyu received a few documents, then took a look at the materials that Lu Ming put on the table for a while, and read them attentively.

Lu Ming was a little bored at the side, waiting for him with the pen in his hand. Today, the secretary swiftly took away the pile of things he had sorted out yesterday, like a kindergarten handing out small biscuits, and only gave him two pages of information .There are mostly drawings on it, and only a few lines of words made Lu Ming dumbfounded, and they were quickly marked.

Han Qiaoyu looked at the two pages for a while, and said, "You did a good job, I will pay attention to the remarks."

Lu Ming looked at him and asked, "That's all for today? Didn't Mr. Han say he was in a hurry to use it?"

Han Qiaoyu was silent for a while, and said: "It's not in a hurry, just take your time. What you did before is enough for the time being, there are a few data that need to be checked, and you were sick yesterday, so you can't be too tired."

With just a few lines of writing, Lu Ming couldn't get tired, but the boss didn't let him leave, so he could only sit there boredly waiting for the boss to finish work together.They agreed to go to the Jiu-Jitsu gym in the afternoon. Han Qiaoyu probably didn't have a friend to train with him for a long time, so he looked up from time to time as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Lu Ming seemed to be very picky about some things, but after going through it a few times, he got used to it quickly.

It's like working overtime in the company. He never thought of working so hard before, but Han Qiaoyu took the lead, and there was such a person standing there motionless like a mountain, so he got used to it.It’s like the meals he ate. Let’s say that Lu Ming is picky eaters. In fact, a submarine burger is enough to feed his stomach. It’s not picky. It’s just that he is habitually wary of unfamiliar food and won’t touch it easily. .

In fact, Lu Ming is not very lazy, he just likes to nest in one place and doesn't like to go outside. Now it is equivalent to changing his nesting place from his sister's sofa to Mr. Han's sofa.

After Han Qiaoyu finished work, he took Lu Ming to a restaurant for dinner. He didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly realized that he didn't want to stay in the office for lunch. He found out that he went to a western restaurant with a good atmosphere.

The restaurant has a quiet environment and few people. There is a piano stand not far away. On it is a young man with brown hair who is playing the piano. His pair of blue-gray eyes are very charming. His handsome face has attracted many people's attention. force.

Lu Ming happened to be facing Han Qiaoyu, and also facing the young man playing the piano. They had a good seat, just near the piano stand, surrounded by the sound of music, and even the silver candlesticks on the dining table were dancing and dancing.However, Lu Ming didn't appreciate it for long, and was soon dragged by Han Qiaoyu to chat about it. He talked about Jiu-Jitsu skills for a long time, all of which were to use less to fight more, and use softness to overcome strength. No matter how romantic the environment is, it is useless. The content of what he said with a straight face wished blood would splatter three feet.

"Don't use the throat lock lightly, the opponent's back is strong, there is still a chance to come back, deal with the small joints like this, hit his weak point with the knee and elbow at the same time..."

Lu Ming couldn't listen to the music anymore, and was dragged back to the hot-blooded boy channel abruptly, looking up at Han Qiaoyu.

Han Qiaoyu turned sideways, supported the chair on the other side with one hand, occupied most of Lu Ming's sight, and asked him, "Did you ever fight when you were young?"

Lu Ming also relaxed and leaned back: "I didn't fight less, you might not believe it, I was pretty good at fighting when I was young, but then I went to practice calligraphy, and gradually I stopped going out to hunt."

Han Qiaoyu smiled and said, "When I was young, I was thin and weak, and I always lost in fights."

Lu Ming looked him up and down in disbelief, and said in surprise, "No way, it doesn't look like it at all."

Han Qiaoyu raised the corners of his lips and said, "It happened before I was 13 years old. At that time, I was sick several times. I was tall and thin and had no strength. Afterwards, I started to exercise slowly." He called the waiter and paid for it. , took the coat and said to Lu Ming, "Let's go, you have to exercise more."

Lu Ming followed him all the way, and got acquainted with him once or twice. Han Qiaoyu stood aside and waited for him to finish changing his Taoist uniform. He brought him a blue belt, tied it on himself, and tidied it up.

Lu Ming joked, "I've just advanced? I thought it was the coach who awarded me the belt."

"I can do it too." Han Qiaoyu lowered his head and smiled, "Congratulations, you've left the children's group."

Lu Ming said: "What is the children's group? This is called Novice Village. You can go to other places to fight high-level monsters in the future." He stretched out his hand and hooked the black belt around Han Qiaoyu's waist, flicked his fingers on it and raised his eyebrows. Much better than mine."

Han Qiaoyu held his wrist, glanced at him and said, "Don't touch it randomly."

Lu Ming changed to a new belt, so he followed Han Qiaoyu to do preparatory activities first.The crown prince of the Han family did his own thing, and he didn't show much tenderness in taking care of people—it wasn't even called taking care of him, and he didn't show any kindness when he started.

Han Qiaoyu is tall and muscular, with a male model-like figure, and when he is taciturn in Taoist uniform, he shows an aura, which attracts some people's attention.He is probably used to being watched by others, and he doesn't feel uncomfortable. He only looks at Lu Ming and pays no attention to the rest of the people around him. He doesn't talk much at first, but now he occasionally speaks a sentence or two in a deep voice, which is also a point of view. How should Lu Ming move?

Sometimes when Lu Ming didn't do well, Han Qiaoyu patiently stood by and guided him.

Some people looked at it and thought that Han Qiaoyu was the coach of the Jiu-Jitsu gym, and their thoughts of practicing were shaken for a while. A courageous girl was pushed two steps over by her companions. She walked over with a blushing face and said in a soft voice. : "Hello, can you guide me too? I'm not very good at this movement..."

Han Qiaoyu was squatting there to support Lu Ming's knee, knelt down on one knee and tapped on the hollow of his knee to point him harder, without raising his head, he said, "Go to the coach, don't bother me."

The girl's face turned red, she turned her head and ran away.

Lu Ming glanced at the girl, but Han Qiaoyu pinched his knee in displeasure, and said coldly, "Be serious."

Lu Ming has seen him get angry in the company, and now this kind of thing is nothing, he is not afraid of him at all, he still smiled and said: "You are too unreasonable, how can you be so strict with girls? They scared a few away."

Han Qiaoyu frowned and looked at him, "I'm very strict?"

Lu Ming said: "It's a little bit, I didn't dare to talk to you at the beginning."

Han Qiaoyu bent his waist. Lu Ming's strength was weak, but his waist was flexible. When he bent down, sweat broke out on his forehead: "Han Qiaoyu!"

Han Qiaoyu smiled, put his big hands on his waist, and the fiery force penetrated through the Taoist clothes and touched Lu Ming's skin, which was hot. Lu Ming trembled, and he heard the man ask again: "Am I strict?"

Lu Ming was watched condescendingly by him, but he didn't say a word. He stood there dead, and his waist soon began to tremble.

Han Qiaoyu admired it for a while, and saw that his forehead was sweating, so he helped him up and said, "Okay, let's exercise our muscles and bones, let's prepare for battle training."

Lu Ming held his waist for a long time and didn't slow down. Gritting his teeth, he felt that this person was a violent person.

Han Qiaoyu found a novice with a white belt to spar with him. He watched for a while and saw that the training was going on normally, so he went to a few coaches in the Jiu-Jitsu gym to spar with him.The level of the people who come to practice in the gym is uneven, most of them are for physical exercise. Han Qiaoyu is far behind them in terms of physical fitness and technique, and he does not suffer when facing the coaches in the gym. Pick two or three games to enjoy yourself.

Han Qiaoyu's coming here is not like exercising, but more like venting excess energy in his body. Only by playing against the coach can he enjoy himself and release himself.I don't know how much anger is suppressed in the company, it's like a fire-breathing dragon.

Lu Ming would take a look or two over there between breaks. Usually, Han Qiaoyu was tough when he was instructing him, but it was only when he met the coach that Lu Ming realized that this person had shown mercy to him before.

Lu Ming's temper looks much better than Han Qiaoyu's. He has a gentle smile and a handsome appearance. His black hair and black eyes carry that oriental mystery, which is very attractive. Slowly, some people began to come closer to Lu Ming. practiced.Lu Ming was not strong enough, and Han Qiaoyu taught him mostly flexible moves to deal with joints. Lu Ming got used to training with the masters, and he was handy when facing a group of novices.

There is a relatively short girl who still wears braces. She looks about ten years old, and she practices very cautiously.When Lu Ming confronted her, she would always subconsciously make defensive moves, sometimes trembling, and would be so frightened that she would apologize to Lu Ming with tears in her eyes when she made a mistake: "I'm sorry, I, I can't do it well... "

Lu Ming was close to her, and he could clearly see that her hair was combed into a ponytail, but he could still see that it was a little different in length, and it didn't look like it was trimmed in a barber shop. Later, he saw a few spots on her wrist Old and new scratches, I also understand in my heart.Campus bullying happens everywhere. Most of the bullied suffer silently, and some seem weak and bully try to arm themselves.

The girl was still apologizing to him, her eye circles were already red: "I'm too short, I can't do well, I'm sorry."

Lu Ming stopped what he was doing, smiled at her and said, "Don't be afraid, let me show you a demonstration?"

The girl froze for a moment, with sweat still on her face.

Lu Ming looked around and saw Matthew who had trained together before. Matthew is also a blue belt now. Because he is taller, his movements seem to be quite vigorous, with a bit of posture.

Lu Ming walked over and patted Matthew on the shoulder, whispered something to him, and Matthew immediately nodded and agreed to follow him.

Lu Ming tightened his belt, and said to him, "Just click it."

Matthew said cheerfully, "Don't worry!"

Matthew had an advantage in height, and he had won against Lu Ming before, with a little pride on his face, he grabbed the opponent's arm as soon as he came up, and he had to restrain him first.Lu Ming moved nimbly, turned half of his body and slammed into him hard, crushing his knee and knocking him to the ground!Matthew was about to turn over subconsciously, and then he was held down by Lu Ming's wrist, and his left arm was pulled back forcefully. Lu Ming exerted force on his shoulder, and his elbow hit the back of Matthew's head with wind. Although Matthew couldn't see it, he was frightened by the fist wind and sweated on his forehead, and the people next to him even screamed——

When the elbow was still a centimeter or two away from Matthew, he stopped. Lu Ming also showed a smile on his tense face, and got up and let him go.

Matthew shook his arm, and yelled out because of the pain: "Ouch! What is the end of this, Lu, you are too hard, just like your brother!"

Lu Ming kicked him, and said: "What nonsense, that's not my brother." He smiled at the girl again, "See? It's okay to be short, and you can control the other party after learning this move. The key is not to be cowardly, you have to believe in yourself, and don't be afraid of the other party."

The girl was blushing and looked at Lu Ming excitedly. Before she could speak, Matthew next to her had already got up and asked Lu Ming loudly, "Lu, what are you doing? It's too powerful!" It's gone! My arm is still numb, how did you do it just now?"

Lu Ming smiled and said: "It's not a professional move, Ye Luzi. You can only fight with someone who is a little taller than you, and you have to be surprised. It's hard to do it if the other party is on guard." He looked at the girl With a glance, he said casually: "But usually if you beat one down, the rest will be frightened. At this time, don't be cowardly. Don't care about the number of people on the other side. If you catch one and beat down, those people will subconsciously If you just stand like this, standing straight, the other party will be afraid of you."

The girl listened carefully, and Matthew nodded as if he had realized something.

The coach next to him blew his whistle to call for a stop, and Han Qiaoyu covered his head with his arms. He only had time to guard against it in the last few times, and it was a rare loss.

The coach who defeated him stretched out his hand and pulled him up, smiling and wanting to give him a high-five, but Han Qiaoyu just pushed him away and strode towards Lu Ming. His eyes fell on Lu Ming, and his eyes lit up.

Lu Ming felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, and smiled and said, "What are you doing? I won't fight you. This move is useless on your side. I can't beat you."

Han Qiaoyu was sweating, and his clothes were opened in a mess. The sweat slid down his bronzed muscles, like dew rolling over hard iron. He usually cared about his image, but now he didn't care about it at all. He just stared at Lu Ming, with a hidden smile in his black eyes, said in a low voice, "How will you know if you don't try, Lu Ming, let's compete?"

Lu Ming didn't want to fight him at all, but Han Qiaoyu's wrist was strong, so he dragged him to a corner field and fell with him.

The prestige that Lu Ming gained by beating Matthew to the ground with great difficulty was soon completely shattered.

His hand just now didn't work well on Han Qiaoyu, he went to grab Han Qiaoyu's wrist, Han Qiaoyu quickly dodged and grabbed his waistband, pressed his lower body against his leg, turned his waist and pressed him fiercely on the ground, pressing him down little by little , Let alone turning over, it is not easy to even take a breath.

Lu Ming's hands were pressed on top of his head by him, and his whole body was covered. Waiting for the opponent to come closer and press him down, he could only frantically wriggle his wrists and knocked on the ground, saying, "I've lost, why don't I lose? Let go!"

Han Qiaoyu was in a good mood, and laughed in a muffled voice. The two of them were close. When he laughed, Lu Ming's chest trembled, making his heart itch. Lu Ming turned his head away, his ears turning red.

Han Qiaoyu whispered in his ear, "This time, I won."