It is said that Mo Zhan was cold by nature, but was an extremely filial son.

That evening, Madam Mo ordered him to stay at Rong Shang's villa. Although the man looked displeased and unwilling, he eventually stayed.

The only problem is that the place where she lives is very far away from Rong Chang.

Of course, this was also because he didn't want to be too close to Rong Shang, so he deliberately chose a room at the end of the corridor.

The next day, when Rong Shang woke up, the man had already left the villa for the company.

She ate a little bit of breakfast quickly, as it was for one person.

When I arrived at the dojo, all the students had already arrived.

Oh, by the way, the original owner of this body was no ordinary woman.

While others were rushing to learn K-pop dance, ballet, and pole dancing to improve their image, the original owner was already a Taekwondo instructor at a dojo.

Every day was filled with "Ha, ha, ha" as the instructor taught the students to kick their legs.

At this moment, she changed into Taoist robes and walked in from outside, her sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd.

Finally, the light fell on a tall, thin, and very handsome man in the crowd.

Xiao Ce was also one of her students.

In fact, one of the reasons why Mo Qiqi came here to become a Taekwondo instructor was because Xiao Ce was here.

"morning."

A cheerful voice rang out in the dojo. Rong Shang slowly withdrew her gaze, and the surrounding students responded in unison, "Good morning, Coach."

"Um."

Everyone sat in a row against the wall, and Rong Shang took out a rubber band and casually tied her long curly hair into a ponytail.

She stood in the middle, ignoring the many admiring glances directed at her.

"Two people per group, fight each other."

A few seconds later, with a casual tone, Rong Shang walked away, making room for him.

All around, there were cries of agony.

Is such high-intensity training really a good idea so early in the morning?

But then Rong Shang pointed and two people went on stage.

During this time, the trainees sitting below were either whispering to each other or secretly playing on their phones.

Xiao Ce was one of them.

Normally, people are not allowed to bring their phones into the classrooms here.

But back then, the original owner always turned a blind eye to his blatant provocations and never punished him.

Now, Rong Shang narrowed her eyes, and after the students left the stage, she parted her red lips and called out Xiao Ce's name directly.

But the man seemed to be dealing with something important, and he didn't hear her call out.

She then shouted a second time.

I heard nothing more.

On the third time, she walked directly in front of him.

The faint figure descended, bringing with it a pleasant fragrance. Xiao Ce finally finished typing the last few words and sent them out. He looked up, only to be unexpectedly met with a pair of sharp eyes.

His expression froze; this was the first time Xiao Ce had ever seen her look at him so coldly.

"You, get up." The woman turned her face away expressionlessly. "Fight me."

"..."

It was just a routine drill during training, but for some reason, the atmosphere in the dojo instantly dropped after Rong Chang finished speaking.

Why am I feeling a little nervous?

The above is the inner monologue of passerby A.

She had already walked to the middle. Xiao Ce looked at her cold, hard back and, thinking about how strange this woman had been last night, his brows furrowed.

But... let's fight!

Is there anything more terrifying than being harassed by her?

No!