At this moment, a bobbed hair young lady entered the Boxing School. The lady had a beautiful, delicate face. She wore dark blue sport suit and had a black backpack. She was around 1.65 meters high. People could tell she had a great body shape even in sport suit.
The lady was Zhao Xiaoyu, Zhao Fengyang's sister. She was twenty years old. She was a junior in Xiangcheng University, and majored in Computer.
Nobody dared look down upon her as she was a boxing artist. Among all the people in the Boxing School, nobody was able to defeat her except for her brother Zhao Fengyang.
The moment Zhao Xiaoyu appeared, the students immediately gathered around her and talked to her.
"Xiaoyu, you look more beautiful today."
"Xiaoyu, are you going to practice boxing today?"
"Xiaoyu, let's have a contest."
Faced with the flattering students, Zhao Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Okay. If you are not afraid of being beaten by me, come and have a fight with me."
"Xiaoyu, you are so confident!"
"Xiaoyu, come on."
The students continued to flatter Zhao Xiaoyu.
Song Yan didn't join in them as Zhao Xiaoyu seemed to have a grudge against him. She always held her hand when she fought with other students; but when she fought with Song Yan, she had never showed mercy. Song Yan wondered whether there was enmity between them in their previous lives.
Soon, Zhao Xiaoyu changed to a tight top and a pair of black boxers. She looked even sexier as her big boobs were about to be exposed in the air.
Many students swallowed secretly.
"Who's first?" Zhao Xiaoyu jumped onto the boxing ring and shouted to the students.
"I'll come first." A tall and strong student jumped onto the ring. These students were all miserable wretches as they were fond of being beaten by Zhao Xiaoyu.
Within five movements, the student was unable to block Zhao Xiaoyu's attack. Zhao Xiaoyu kicked him out of the ring.
"Anyone else?" Zhao Xiaoyu stood on the ring and shouted proudly as she swept the students.
"Let me exchange blows with you, Xiaoyu." Another student jumped onto the ring, but he was kicked out of the ring within three movements.
Another six students came onto the ring one after another, but were easily defeated by Zhao Xiaoyu. Zhao Xiaoyu didn't even sweat after defeating eight students. She was indeed a strong lady.
Song Yan had expected the result at the very beginning, so he didn't pay much attention to it. The equipment in the Boxing School was useless to him now. He had promised Li Lei to play the game Creation in the Internet bar. So he planned to change the clothes and leave the Boxing School.
"Song Yan, let's have a contest." Zhao Xiaoyu curled her index finger and spoke to Song Yan scornfully.
Song Yan was about to reject her as he had been beaten by her several times. But then he realized he was much stronger now. He was not afraid of Zhao Xiaoyu at all.
"Okay!" Song Yan nodded and smiled. He slowly walked to the ring.
Zhao Xiaoyu was surprised that Song Yan agreed with her suggestion. She had beaten Song Yan several times before, and then Song Yan always rejected her since then. Was he out of his mind today?
Watching Zhao Xiaoyu's surprised look, Song Yan gave a vicious smile secretly, "Zhao Xiaoyu, I'm not the one who I used to be. Let me teach you a lesson today."