Chapter 742： (1/2)

His salary basically relies on teaching students to earn commissions, and the basic salary is very small. If he only relies on the basic salary, he can't even support himself, it is better to go to the construction site to move bricks.

But now that Coach Zhou has spoken, he has no power to change all of this.

It's just more embarrassing to get entangled any more.

Thinking of this, Sun Lin fell frustrated and slowly left the competition venue.

Chen Ye was expressionless, watching this scene faintly.

He was not a Virgin, so he wouldn't care, what impact his behavior would have on Sun Lin.

”This is the martial art of this world? Just now, coach Sun Lin's sudden burst of power is really going to surpass normal people. I even heard his heartbeat, the sound of accelerating in a short period of time, conveying blood and blood? Miraculous, can I learn such martial arts?”

Chen Ye was thinking.

”According to the records in the novel, those martial arts masters can develop true energy and have amazing destructive power. If I can learn it, the increase in combat effectiveness will definitely be not small.”

Chen Ye was moved.

But thinking about it carefully, he shook his head again.

Because he doesn't have a heaven-defying system like the protagonist, breathing can increase his skill, and let Chen Ye cultivate by himself. In a few years, he may not see any effect.

With this effort, Chen Ye brushed a few more copies, and his strength came up.

Just as Chen Ye was thinking about it, the 087 students in the audience were all excited.

”You really won? You won so easily?”

”Isn't Coach Sun usually pretty good? How could he lose like this?”

”This kid is a bit powerful. No wonder he dared to kick the gym.”

”Why is he so hard? Coach Sun's attack is useless at all?”

”It seems that the horizontal training is a big success, and all of them came to play in the gym and improve their reputation.”

”Master! I am a real master, I have a good show today.”

Countless students are discussing.

When the coaches heard this, they frowned.

”Lao Zhou, do you want to control? Don't let the students shoot videos?” A coach whispered.

The coach surnamed Zhou frowned: ”It's not time for lectures. It's the students' freedom to shoot videos. What should I do? If I annoy these students, what should I do if we go out to discredit us?

The coach who offered his opinion suddenly stopped speaking.

Less than two minutes.

A middle-aged man came down from upstairs.

The middle-aged man looks plain, and the figure is ordinary. It is his hands, very wide, and looks like a fan.

This person is the Master Qian mentioned by Coach Zhou and the real apprentice of the owner of the museum.

Usually when the owner of the museum is away, he will come to the town venue.