The 2-on-1 badminton experience was still very easy for Liu Juan and Cheng Shuang, like an extra friendly match, with them playing perfectly curved and peaceful shots.

As a control group, the other two men's teams fared much worse. For some reason, the plastic coach singled out the Du brothers, or rather, Du Lushui was completely dragged down by his brother. The duel was incredibly intense and full of smoke.

It was real gunpowder smoke.

The plastic coach's secret weapon is a series of fiery eggs; if they are not smashed back in time and in a proper manner, they can explode on the spot!

Even without using its trump card, the shuttlecocks coming at you are anything but ordinary; they come in all sorts of things, from stones and bricks to razor blades. It's quite a feat to use a badminton racket rented from the gym. As long as you react quickly enough, there's nothing it can't catch.

If the Du brothers hadn't worn a card called 'Turtle Protective Shell,' they probably would have had more than just those bruises on their faces.

The injuries on his face were clearly the result of the plastic coach's deliberate actions. Seeing that all his trump cards had been blocked and protected, he resorted to dirty tricks and began to repeatedly hit the men's heads with badminton shuttlecocks, especially Du Lanshan, who was the main target. After all, his muscular physique was enough to make most men envious and jealous, and the overly slender plastic man was no exception.

The coach's objective is very clear and requires no further analysis.

Without those four 'pretty' faces, the beauties' eyes will only be fixed on this gym powerhouse.

Du Lanshan felt particularly proud of this. He never thought that he would be treated as a rival or imaginary enemy by a 'man'. Although his face hurt, he felt inexplicably good!

Du Lushu glanced at her older brother, who was grinning like a fool, then covered her bruised and battered face, feeling both pain and amusement.

Sun Han and Du Jun were in relatively better condition. The coach's attacks were concentrated on the Du brothers, so they were attacked by the killer move less often. They were somewhat perfunctory, and during the match, they received three deadly spikes, all of which they managed to counterattack back.

Similarly, the face is the most frequently injured.

After the badminton experience ended, the fake coach sighed insincerely, "Your technique has become quite rusty. Oh dear! I'm sorry, were you all injured?"

It turns out that homeless people without facial features are blind!

Du Lushu forced a smile, "We're not hurt, we're not hurt!"

The plastic coach was embarrassed. His 'gaze' lingered on the man's face, which was mostly bruised, and he said meaningfully, "Oh, that's good. I was afraid of hurting you guys, so I didn't go all out! For the next activity, I won't hold back, so everyone can have a good experience!"

Liu Juan, who had been deliberately keeping her distance, hurriedly came over and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, Coach. Look at their injuries. They're almost crooked and look terrible! Please go easy on them, Coach, or their girlfriends will be worried."

Du Lanshan quickly pulled his younger brother back, grinning sheepishly as he agreed, "Your skills are amazing! The experience was truly incredible, like participating in an international competition. Our opponents were so formidable, so intimidating!" Du Lanshan had probably never showered a girl with so much praise in his life; he was showering her with compliments. What a joke! Couldn't he have given her more? The next event was combat sports, where you have to use your bare hands to withstand hard plastic—only someone who's experienced that pain knows!

Du Lanshan showered the audience with compliments one after another, each one unique, his words flowing freely.

In the end, Sun Han stopped him. Didn't you see the coach keeping glancing at Liu Juan? She doesn't care about his flattery anymore; she should have some sense!

Liu Juan lowered her eyes, avoiding the intense gaze of the plastic coach, her face flushed with shyness.

The coach was pleased with the camera, mainly because it was certain the beautiful woman had heard everything clearly. Furthermore, the fact that all four men associated with the beautiful woman had girlfriends made it even happier. Its face, devoid of features, cracked open with a smile that stretched all the way to the back of its head.

Liu Juan shivered slightly, then blushed shyly again...

Cheng Shuang and Du Jun huddled in the back watching the commotion, only to inadvertently discover that the man in overalls had also come to the badminton court. His opponent was going all out, raining down one killer shot after another on him.

Caught off guard, the man in overalls was blasted two or three times by the sizzling egg. His face turned black except for the whites of his eyes and teeth, his buzz cut stood up like a hedgehog, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The plastic coach he was dueling with clicked his tongue twice, turned to leave, but the man in overalls stumbled to his feet, stuffed two pills, one white and one green, into his mouth, slapped a card, and shouted, "Continue, I didn't lose!"

In fact, regardless of winning or losing, in badminton, if you can last for the prescribed forty minutes, you are considered to have passed the test.

But the man in cargo pants had such an imposing presence that his coach across from him took him seriously. In addition, the man in cargo pants had a deep-seated hatred for the homeless in the gym, and surprisingly, he managed to turn the tide, smashing several balls to tie the game.

However, the plastic coach standing next to Liu Juan gloated, "He's finished! That's the best badminton coach in our gym, he retired from the city... cough, he's about my level."

As if to prove its words, several more "fire-filled eggs" attacked the man in overalls. After he was so flustered that he could only fight back and was unable to dodge, a bright blade slashed through the sky and aimed at his neck.

Although the man was on guard, he couldn't withstand the onslaught. He couldn't react in time and fell backward. The blade avoided the major artery, but it sliced ​​off a large chunk of flesh from his eyebrows to his forehead, so deep that the bone was visible.

At the same time, the man could no longer control his exhausted body and collapsed to the ground, splattering a large pool of blood.

After a long pause, he shakily stuffed a white pill into his mouth, but unexpectedly, the opponent attacked again, delivering a killer blow that completely stunned him.

"Tsk tsk, how pitiful!" The plastic coach was a bit talkative in front of Liu Juan, and his mentality of always showing off was fully displayed to everyone.

Du Lushu lowered his eyes slightly. This was why he was unwilling to cooperate with the man in work pants. How could Du Lushu not see the man's barely suppressed desire for revenge?

It's normal for him to want revenge, but he can't drag innocent people into it.

It's not that the man in the work pants had any bad intentions; it's just that he was blinded by hatred and selfishly hoped to get more help.

But why would they help this stranger who was courting death?

Whether one is strong or weak is not important; what matters is maintaining composure in life-or-death situations. True skill lies in being able to seek revenge while also protecting oneself.

What men in work pants are lacking these days is precisely this kind of composure.

Therefore, Du Luguo decisively rejected him.

"Let's go! Let's go! Go and rest for a while, there's nothing to see!" The plastic coach wanted to sit down quietly with Liu Juan, have a drink, and have a good chat, so he urged them to go and rest.

Cheng Shuang tilted her head and asked, "Coach, when do you get off work?"

The plastic coach glanced quickly at Liu Juan, "I can stay on duty!"

That's awesome!