Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 142 - 133 On-Stage Boxing3

As they got out of the car, the two standing together actually looked a bit like a rich cougar with her kept man.

Before they even entered the restaurant, a young man gave Li Ang a discreet thumbs-up.

"Two A5 grade steaks, I want mine well-done. Teacher Sofia, how about you?"

"Thank you, dium-well."

Although ordering a well-done steak might seem sowhat lacking in sophistication, in reality, the chef of a high-end restaurant would definitely need to master this level of cooking.

And well-done is quite a test of the chef’s skill, as it requires the steak to be cooked through while still keeping its tenderness.

"I’ll have a pan-seared foie gras, a cream of mushroom soup, a plate of black pepper beef pasta, a roasted lamb leg..."

Li Ang ordered enough for about five people, but Sofia had fully accepted Li Ang’s reason that as soone who often exercises, he needed a larger portion.

This was because the last ti they had a al for four people, Li Ang had almost eaten three portions by himself.

"Speaking of which, do we need so wine?"

"No need, I actually don’t have the habit of drinking."

Whenever wine was ntioned, Sofia was reminded of her embarrassing experience last ti, and even as she answered, she dared not look directly into Li Ang’s eyes.

After dinner, Li Ang still escorted Teacher Sofia back to her ho.

Only this ti, in the face of Sofia’s request, "Do you want to co over to my place for a bit?" he ultimately couldn’t hold back.

Sofia had truly been longing for it for quite a while. Although she had not drunk any wine today, her mood was exceptionally intoxicating.

This feeling had peaked when Li Ang removed his shirt in the boxing gym and hadn’t subsided since.

So thoughts and actions, the more they are repressed and constrained, the fiercer their explosion when unleashed.

Today, Sofia wore a traditional professional suit dress, with a white blouse on top, matched with a grey pencil skirt and flesh-colored stockings, topped with a pair of black high heels.

Before today, she generally wore black slacks on the bottom, so when she arrived in the classroom with today’s outfit, she attracted quite a bit of attention.

The mont he walked in and the door closed behind him, Li Ang felt that the Teacher Sofia in front of him seed to have transford into soone else.

She turned around and just quietly watched him, her eyes as if beholding an extrely rare treasure.

The forrly stern and dignified Sofia seed to shed so restraints, with even her gaze and body language becoming more bold.

The air was already sowhat stuffy, and under the ignition of her fervid gaze, the whole room’s atmosphere changed.

Suddenly, with an unexpected move, she pounced straight at Li Ang.

Li Ang, who had never seen such a display, lost his normally quick response, allowing her delicate body to embrace him, her legs clad in stockings wrapping directly around his waist.

What followed was a pair of bright red lips that pressed firmly against his own.

There was no escape, truly no escape; his reflexes truly needed more training!

Li Ang could feel that class leader Teacher Sofia’s temperature was nearing 38 degrees Celsius. In other words, she was running a fever.

If he had to describe her kissing technique with just two words, Li Ang might choose "clumsy" and "wild."

"Hold tight."

Once Sofia was sure she wouldn’t fall off Li Ang’s body, she placed her hands on her chest.

Imdiately after ca the "snap, crackle, pop" — the sound of shirt buttons scattering on the floor.

Don’t get it wrong, Li Ang wasn’t capable of such a violent act; she did it all by herself.

Li Ang once heard a saying: if you find her underwear matches, then sorry to say, she’s the hunter.

He felt the term "wild huntress" was quite accurate for Teacher Sofia at the mont.

Li Ang ultimately didn’t return ho because it was just too late.

The class leader teacher needed his care, or else she would have struggled even to urinate.

Alright, maybe she wouldn’t even need to at all in the latter half of the night because she did it enough tis in the first half.

"Yes, boss, I need to take a day off today."

"Alright, judging from your hoarse voice, you must be quite ill. Rest well, the students can’t be without you."

Li Ang watched her with resignation as she triumphantly waved her phone, signaling her successful leave of absence.

"If you’re not going to class today, does that an I can afford to be a bit later myself?"

While saying this, Li Ang took her phone and replaced it with his own...

"Why didn’t you co to class this morning? It’s a pity, our class leader wasn’t here today, you don’t know how great it was!"

Charles looked at Li Ang, who only arrived at the classroom in the afternoon, and spoke excitedly.

Li Ang really wanted to say that their easy morning was due to soone who carried the weight in silence behind them, but in the end he didn’t say anything, choosing to keep his contributions unacknowledged.

"That’s not important. Right, after school, call Barber and the others for a new training session."

When school ended and they found out the so-called new session involved throwing sandbags, they were utterly shocked.

Li Ang had no choice. After last ti’s intense activity, it seed that he had helped his juniors kick the gaming habit, so he could only gather these fellows to help him practice his reaction ti.

"Don’t underestimate throwing sandbags, what it actually involves is the technique of hand strength and timing control..."

Li Ang’s explanation left them bewildered. When they felt the pain from the few sandbags Li Ang threw, they finally believed that this was a skill worth training.