The next day.
Xia qingchen arrived at the martial Pavilion as promised.
There were two grades in the martial Pavilion, and there were a total of eight classes. As many as 500 people were gathered in the martial arts field.
They looked at Xia qingchen who was on the coach's platform, all sorts of feelings welling up in their hearts.
Not too long ago, Xia qingchen was the laughing stock who couldn't even pass the preliminary round of the martial Pavilion and had even fainted on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed, and he had become their coach.
"I believe all of you already know the reason why I'm standing here today." Xia qingchen stood on the coach's platform with his hands behind his back, looking down from above.
Everyone was naturally clear about this. Last night, the instructors of the various classes had told them that today, Xia qingchen, whose name had shaken the entire city, would personally guide them.
