Maori Kogoro's daily life in the science harem

"Very good, Lan, your punch is very powerful, but you need to be careful to concentrate your strength on one point at the moment of the punch and concentrate the burst."

Maori smiled and nodded, giving Xiaolan some advice.

Xiaolan responded a little shyly and continued to adjust her movements.

Then, Mao Li walked up to Toyama Kazuha and observed her movements.

Although He Ye's punches were not as powerful as Xiaolan's, she had a good grasp of the rhythm and was just a little hesitant when exerting force.

Mao Li walked closer to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and said gently: "He Ye, the moves are good, but you need to be more confident. Strength is not the most important thing. The key is to believe that you can do it."

Maori's hand fell on Kazuha's shoulder, conveying a warm strength.

He Ye's face turned slightly red and her heart beat faster. Feeling Maori's concern, she nodded subconsciously and secretly vowed to perform better.

So she focused more and her punches were obviously much steadier.

After completing the basic punching training, Mao Li decided to teach them some more complex moves.

He walked to the center of the field and demonstrated a defensive and counterattack move.

Maori took a quick step forward, blocked the imaginary enemy's attack with his left hand, and struck the opponent's abdomen with his right fist.

"This move can be used to quickly counterattack when the opponent attacks, but you must be careful not to move your body's center of gravity too far forward, otherwise it will be easy for your opponent to exploit," he explained while demonstrating.

Xiaolan and Kazuha carefully observed Maori's every move, especially Kazuha, whose eyes unconsciously followed Maori's figure, as if every movement revealed an invisible charm.

She secretly made up her mind that she must make a breakthrough today, not only in martial arts, but also in her relationship with Maori.

The two began to imitate Maori's movements. Xiaolan's movements were still swift and powerful, and she grasped the rhythm of defense and counterattack very accurately.

Kazuha was a little nervous. Although her movements were standard, she obviously had not yet fully mastered the coordination of her body. Maori noticed Kazuha's hesitation, walked up to her, gently held her wrist, and helped her adjust her movements.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Mao Li's voice was gentle, with a hint of concern.

He Ye's face turned red again. Feeling the touch of Maori's warm fingers, her heartbeat began to accelerate and she seemed a little dazed.

However, with Maori's guidance, her movements gradually became smoother, and the rhythm of defense and counterattack became more natural.

The three of them were sweating profusely in the martial arts arena, and Xiaolan and Toyama Kazuha's cheeks became rosy from the exercise.

Chapter 341 So Beautiful

Mao Li looked at his watch and saw that the training had been going on for an hour.

Although the two girls were sweating profusely, their eyes were still full of fighting spirit.

In order to test their progress, Mao Li decided to let them actually compete with each other.

"Xiao Lan, He Ye, come and fight for a while. I want to see how you perform."

Maori stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his tone gentle.

"Okay!"

Xiaolan responded eagerly and moved her shoulders.

Her eyes are bright and her fighting spirit is high.

Kazuha also nodded, but her mind was obviously not on the battle. Instead, she kept stealing glances at Maori.

She thought to herself: If I can perform well in front of Mr. Maori, maybe I can attract his attention.

The two walked to the center of the venue, stood opposite each other, and their eyes met.

Xiaolan looked calm and focused, completely immersed in the game. Kazuha was a little absent-minded. Although she was ready, all she could think of was the gentle guidance given by Maori.

"start!"

Maori waved his hand gently.

Xiaolan took the lead in launching the attack. Her movements were as fast as the wind and her right fist struck straight forward.

He Ye hurriedly raised her hands to defend, but she was a little slow due to her distracted state and barely blocked Xiaolan's first wave of attacks.

Maori was watching carefully from the side, and her occasional distracted look did not escape his eyes.

"He Ye, concentrate!" he reminded in a deep voice.

When He Ye heard Mao Li's voice, her face turned slightly red and she quickly adjusted her posture.

But she still couldn't fully focus on the game, and she couldn't help but look at Maori every few seconds.

After several rounds, Xiaolan has completely mastered the rhythm.

"I'm sorry, He Ye, but I won't show mercy!"

Xiaolan chuckled, and taking advantage of the moment when He Ye was distracted, she made a low kick towards He Ye's ankle.

"what!"

He Ye didn't have time to dodge and was kicked by Xiaolan. He lost his balance and staggered to the ground.

At the same time, her right ankle twisted when she landed, and she felt a sharp pain.

"He Ye!" Xiaolan exclaimed and quickly squatted down to check.

He Ye gritted her teeth and tried to prop herself up, but the severe pain in her ankle made her frown and tears welled up involuntarily.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

Xiaolan looked at her anxiously with an apologetic look on her face, "He Ye, are you okay?"

Mao Li also hurried over and squatted beside He Ye, frowning slightly.

"It seems to be sprained," he pressed her ankle gently, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." He Ye was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes, but she still bit her lips stubbornly and didn't make a sound.

Xiaolan looked at Mao Li anxiously and said eagerly: "Dad, please use the Qi-pushing technique to help her!"

Mao Li thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Okay, I'll carry her to the lounge. It'll be more convenient there."

After saying that, he gently picked up He Ye from the ground.

He Ye was startled and her body stiffened for a moment, but then her face turned red and her heart beat faster involuntarily.

She could clearly feel Maori's strong arms and warm body temperature, and this moment made her feel shy and happy.

Xiaolan trotted along for two steps, then stopped and looked at He Ye with concern: "He Ye, bear with it."

……

In the lounge of the martial arts hall, Maori gently placed Kazuha on the sofa.

He half-knelt on the ground, held her ankle and examined it carefully.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor sprain, nothing serious."

Maori spoke gently, then gently lifted Kazuha's feet.

"I'll have to check it more carefully. Don't worry, it won't hurt too much."

His eyes dropped to her ankles, his fingers sliding to the edge of her sneakers, gently tugging at the laces.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Kazuha's cheeks flushed instantly, and she struggled to retract her feet. "No, you don't have to take off your shoes! I just worked out, so I might--"

Her voice became quieter and quieter, as if she was afraid that Maoli might smell something embarrassing.

Maori paused, but then smiled gently: "How could that be? You worry too much."

After that, he took off her shoes quickly and efficiently.

He Ye was so ashamed that he covered his face with his hands: "I, I really didn't have time to wash..."

Her words were unclear, her little face was as red as a ripe apple, and her toes were curled up tightly together, trying to hide her anxiety.

But Maori lowered his head and sniffed it, with a teasing smile on his face: "Hmm? Where is the smell? It's obviously fragrant."

His tone was firm and relaxed, which almost made He Ye's heart stop.

"Huh?" He Ye widened his eyes and looked at Maori in disbelief.

Maori held her jade feet in his palm and looked at them carefully.

Her feet were extremely delicate, with a high and graceful arch, five slender and well-proportioned toes, and neatly trimmed nails, revealing the natural beauty of a young girl.

Despite the training she had just undergone, her skin was still smooth and delicate, without a trace of roughness.

Maori couldn't help but admire in his heart that such a pair of feet were like works of art, with perfect and elegant lines.

He gently traced his fingertips over the arch of her foot, feeling the slight warmth on her delicate skin.

The faint scent of sweat mixed with the unique freshness of a young girl is like a summer breeze blowing through the flowers, making people want to stay a little longer.

He Ye felt like her heart was about to jump out, and she twisted her body in confusion, but Mao Li held her feet firmly, giving her no chance to escape.

"Don't move, or you'll hurt your feet again."

Maori's tone was gentle, but firm enough to not be refused.

He Ye was extremely shy, her cheeks were hot and her ears were flushed.

She bit her lip and muttered softly, "I, I can do it myself..."

"Don't be so stubborn, relax."

Maori said with a smile, and then gently pressed on her arch with his fingertips, with slow and rhythmic movements.

As Maori's skillful massage techniques unfolded, He Ye gradually felt a warm and comfortable feeling spreading from her ankles.

Maori's fingertips slid back and forth between the soles and insteps of her feet, massaging the tendons and joints, as if dispelling all the fatigue and soreness.

"Does it hurt?"

Maori's voice was low and gentle, with a reassuring magnetism.

He Ye shook her head, but didn't dare to look at him directly. She could only lower her head and let him massage her.

Her breathing became rapid and fragmented, as if she could feel the warmth of Maori's fingertips penetrating through her skin and reaching deep into her heart, exposing her shyness and throbbing.

“You have beautiful feet.”

Mao Li whispered in admiration, and his fingers gently slid over her little toes, feeling the soft and delicate touch. His eyes were serious and focused, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

Chapter 342 Sweet

He Ye's face was almost buried in the sofa. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and her whole body looked like a curled up cat.

"Mr. Maori..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, with a hint of helplessness and shyness.

"Okay, just bear with it for a while, it will be fine soon."

Maori smiled and pressed his fingers on her ankle joint, gently twisting it a few times to correct her position.

He Ye felt a tingling warm current coming from the soles of her feet. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to make any sound.

However, as Maori's fingertips rubbed her feet back and forth, her heart seemed to tremble with the touch.

The feeling of being so carefully cared for made her dazed for a moment.

"Okay, that's about it." Mao Li withdrew his hand and stood up, his tone still gentle, "Move slowly and see if it feels better."

He Ye gently moved his ankle, and the pain was indeed greatly relieved.

She looked up at Maori's warm smile, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Maori." Her voice was soft and reserved, with a hint of attachment in her eyes.

Looking at the gentle Maori Kogoro, Kazuha couldn't help but ask softly: "Mr. Maori... am I useless?"

Mao Li raised his head and looked at her with a smile, without a trace of blame in his eyes: "How could that be? He Ye, you look so full of energy, it's really touching."

He Ye was stunned for a moment, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. Her eyes were slightly moist, but with a shy smile.

She bit her lip and lowered her head to avoid Maori's gaze, but a sweet feeling was already rising in her heart.

He Ye's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest. She clenched her fists and kept encouraging herself in her mind: "Right now! I must say it!"

An inexplicable courage surged in her heart, and she suddenly stood up, looking at Maori with burning eyes.