Song Xianji, who frequently sought out sparring partners, had become a regular visitor here.
"How is it?" Song Xianji put an arm around Shen Zhifei's shoulder, tilted his head back and took a sip of coffee. "Is the room big enough? Is it big enough for you to move around freely?"
"You talk too much nonsense."
Shen Zhifei pushed his hand away, took off his down jacket, shoes and socks and put them aside, took a short running start and jumped onto the boxing ring, crawling over the side railing.
He stood barefoot on the platform, looking down at Song Xianji.
Song Xianji whistled, walked unhurriedly to the side, finished his Americano in front of the trash can, wiped his mouth, and jumped onto the platform.
Before he could even utter two sentences declaring war, Shen Zhifei swept his leg across the room.
Song Xianji quickly retreated, "You're cheating, aren't you? I wasn't ready yet."
Shen Zhifei didn't say anything more to him. He spun around and kicked straight at Song Xianji's chest. Song Xianji didn't dare to say anything more. He focused on blocking with his arm while simultaneously slashing at Shen Zhifei's shoulder and neck with his palm.
Shen Zhifei bent over to avoid the attack, then twisted to Song Xianji's side and behind, delivering a series of kicks with one leg. Song Xianji not only took a kick, but was also forced back into a corner with nowhere to retreat.
Two flames flickered in Song Xianji's eyes, the kind of excitement that only ignites when encountering a master.
He hadn't thought Taekwondo was anything special before, but today's sparring session gave him a completely new perspective.
Shen Zhifei's legwork is incredibly beautiful. Not only is it crisp and clean, but each strike from his long legs is also extremely powerful. With his skills, he could definitely compete in professional-level matches, which would certainly be a spectacle.
Under the relentless onslaught, Song Xianji, distracted and with a large cup of coffee still churning in his stomach, quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
He cried out "Ouch!" as Shen Zhifei twisted his neck with a scissor kick and fell to the ground, unable to get up. He grabbed Shen Zhifei's ankle and said, "It's broken! It's broken! My neck is going to break!"
Shen Zhifei did not immediately loosen his grip, but instead tightened his strength and said coldly, "Don't come here asking for a beating again."
With his neck locked, Song Xianji couldn't nod, so he could only blink and slur his words, "singsingsing!"
Shen Zhifei then released his strength, got up and walked towards the edge of the stage. Song Xianji stood up and followed behind him. As he bent down to crawl over the railing and jump off the stage, the hood of his hoodie was pulled, and then a huge force clamped down on his neck.
Song Xianji wrapped his arms around him from behind, a sly smile on his face.
"Hehe, didn't expect that, did you? This is called 'all's fair in war'."
Before Shen Zhifei could retaliate, he stretched out one leg and circled it around to Shen Zhifei's front, pinning down Shen Zhifei's powerful legs.
Shen Zhifei struck Song Xianji's waist and abdomen with a back elbow. Song Xianji gritted his teeth and fell to the side with him. The two landed at the same time and twisted into a ball.
Song Xianji was sent to a martial arts school from a young age, where he handled knives, spears, and sticks, and practiced close combat. In addition, he had fought countless times with cats and dogs in recent years, and he deeply felt that the saying "speed is the only way to break through martial arts" was true.
He had already figured out Shen Zhifei's fighting style, so when they were locked in combat, he took the initiative and pinned down Shen Zhifei's legs. Even after taking two punches, Shen Zhifei couldn't make a fuss.
The fight eventually devolved into a childish brawl due to Song Xianji's relentless pursuit.
The two rolled around the entire boxing ring, finally freezing in place with a "sizzle".
Song Xianji finally saw an expression other than indifference on Shen Zhifei's handsome face—anger.
"Get out of my way," Shen Zhifei said coldly.
"Okay, okay." Song Xianji let go, got off him, and sat down to the side, feeling a little flustered and trying not to laugh. He asked, "Which one is broken? The pants?"
Shen Zhifei stood up, and the seam of his right trousers near the thigh was ripped.
The crack is small and should not be noticeable unless you look closely.
Song Xianji couldn't help but burst out laughing. Feeling the glare from above, he stood up and said solemnly, "Come on, let's go downstairs and buy you a pair of pants."
"No need." Shen Zhifei jumped off the boxing ring, put on his shoes and socks, and put on his down jacket.
"Don't be like that," Song Xianji chased after him, put his arm around his shoulder and walked down to the mall. "Come on, come on, the pants got ruined because of me, I have to pay for them."
The sports section was just one floor down, so Song Xianji forcibly dragged Shen Zhifei to the Adidas store and picked out a pair of classic trousers with white stripes on the side for him. "Try them on and see if they fit."
Shen Zhifei glanced at the same pair of pants he was wearing, then walked past him with a cold face and chose a different pair of pants before entering the fitting room.
"Tsk, you're pretty cocky, I like it." Song Xianji leaned against the fitting room door, his smile a little roguish.
The more Shen Zhifei ignored him, the more he stubbornly clung to her.
As Shen Zhifei, wearing new pants, walked out of the boutique and took the escalator downstairs with Song Xianji, they happened to run into Meng Fanxing and two girls chatting and laughing on the escalator next to them.
Shen Zhifei was taken aback, and then saw Song Lang with a cold expression appear in his field of vision.
Chapter 033
As the two escalators moved up and down, Shen Zhifei and Song Lang grew closer and closer, yet also drifted further and further apart.
Their eyes met and never looked away.
Song Xianji didn't recognize Meng Fanxing, but following Shen Zhifei's staring gaze, he immediately recognized Song Lang.
He's the kind of person who's naturally annoying; seeing the way they stare at each other like that makes him feel uncomfortable all over.
So, he strode over to Shen Zhifei with a grin, put his arm around his shoulder, and even raised an eyebrow at Song Lang with a roguish smile, as if afraid that the other party wouldn't get angry.
Song Lang now sees him and is filled with rage.
That two-timing bastard dared to flirt with Fei Fei right in front of him! He's utterly morally corrupt and has no conscience whatsoever!