"building!"
Because Smith often called himself that, Lou Cheng had already formed a reaction to this, but after following the reputation, he only saw two strange white students.
Feeling his gaze, George and Wilton became more and more excited. A series of words mixed with slang have been blurted out, not only as fast as if they were firing a machine gun, but also interfered with each other, noisy and chaotic, so that the hearing could only barely speak. Cheng was completely at a loss, and could only vaguely recall the familiar "Four Nations Tournament".
On the contrary, the professional security guard who distanced himself from him understood most of the content.
Well, what is that Asian boy who is the top four in the four-nation competition, who is the idol of those two students...
I don't know what competition it is... It seems that they are deep fans of Huaguo culture, crazy in love with and chasing the relatively more mysterious "martial arts"...
The security personnel made a comment, Gao took a look at Lou Cheng, took out his encrypted mobile phone, and started to contact the headquarters.
As a professional bodyguard, when there are strange and capable guys around the employer, he must carefully check the details and make a plan to prevent accidents.
"Participated in the Four Nations Competition, and was called 'Lou'..." He described Lou Cheng's surname with a similar pronunciation, "Please give feedback as soon as possible."
After sending the message, he held the phone in his palm, waiting for a response, and looked at Lou Cheng warily, watching him interact with those students.
At this moment, his mobile phone buzzed and vibrated crazily, and he almost broke free and fled to freedom.
The senior security guard took a look, and saw shocking blood-red words one after another on the screen:
"very dangerous!"
"Don't come close!"
"Get out of his way!"
"Stay away from him!"
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Oh, my God... The senior security guard froze for a few seconds, and subconsciously stepped to distance himself.
When he really understood the situation in his mind, he suppressed his fear, rushed into the classroom with his head down, grabbed his employer, and said in a low voice and hurriedly: "Go.Go.Go!"
Regardless of whether the other party is malicious or not, it is 100% correct to leave first!
Such a small episode was not noticed by Lou Cheng. After Yan Zheke's translation, he probably understood that he had met two real fans, so he smiled back and paid tribute.
Wilton, a brown-haired young man with freckles, excitedly praised a few more words, and at the end he sent out the invitation with anticipation:
"Are you free recently? Can you visit our fighting hobby club? It would be even better if you could tell us about the mystery of Huaguo martial arts."
George scolded his companion secretly, feeling that he was too nervous and couldn't speak clearly, so he hurriedly added: "Kangda has a club of fighting enthusiasts, we are one of them, and everyone is very interested in Huaguo martial arts , I hope to get a more detailed introduction from you... "
Pulling Yan Zheke, "listening" to the girl's eager response when the words "fighting hobby club" came into his ears, Lou Cheng realized it, turned his head to the side, and asked with a low smile:
"Want to exercise your hands and feet?"
Since coming to the United States in August, Keke has not enjoyed fighting for a long time except for daily training and her occasional "guidance and teaching". For a warrior who loves and has participated in similar activities, this is not pleasant. matter.
With her husband by her side, there is no need to think about other things, Yan Zheke pondered for a while, and nodded "reluctantly" with shining eyes:
"Then go and have a look in the afternoon, there is no class anyway."
"Okay." After finishing speaking, Lou Cheng looked at George and Wilton, and smiled gently, "Is this afternoon okay? We'll go there at about two o'clock."
"Okay! No problem! No problem at all!" The blond young man George almost slipped to his knees in celebration.
After asking about the address, Lou Cheng waved to the two foreign fans, and walked out of the campus hand in hand with Yan Zheke.
"Oh!" The girl suddenly stopped and blurted out annoyedly as she was walking, "I didn't bring my martial arts uniform and shoes..."
How can you move your hands and feet!
Classmate Ke Xiaoke, you don't seem to be "reluctant to do what you want"... Lou Cheng laughed secretly, and the old god said, "Why do you think I didn't go until two o'clock?"
Isn't it just to set aside time to drive home to pick up things!
Yan Zheke turned her head in surprise, opened her eyes and looked carefully at Lou Cheng for more than ten seconds, then smiled, raised the thumb of the other hand and said:
"Five-star praise!"
I didn't even react...
What to do, I feel like IQ has been surpassed by Orange...
Bah, bah, bah, nothing! Must be why I'm sleepy now!
Thinking of this, she hurriedly changed the topic: "Then what shall we have for lunch..."
Before Yan Zheke finished speaking, she remembered something, took out her phone, unlocked the screen, lowered her head and pressed it, and Lou Cheng did the same.
After a while, the girl shook her phone and suggested a little ostentatiously:
"Let's eat here. In the nearby business building, Cannes has been a seafood restaurant for decades."
This is a strategy that I took time out of my busy study!
Looking at the address, route and restaurant name displayed on the girl's side, Lou Cheng suddenly laughed, and also raised his mobile phone, showing the screen, with the same picture and the same words.
"What a coincidence! I also made a strategy!" He said with a smile.
Yan Zheke stared at it, and her smile suddenly blossomed.
The tacit understanding grows, and the tacit understanding is hidden. The two of them dangling their clasped hands, walked slowly along the route given by the map, glanced at each other from time to time, and turned their heads to look sideways with smiles. The surrounding snow covered the branches. , Classmates.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the fighting hobby club.
Yan Zheke had tied up a lively ponytail at home, and changed into a full set of martial arts uniforms with a white background and black borders. She is pretty and youthful, and she is also extremely beautiful. Her radiance is almost radiant, and she can see George and Wilton fighting The social students almost couldn't move their eyes, and couldn't believe it was the old-fashioned and conservative "Sophia".
Although the aesthetics of the two countries are different, the cultures have influenced each other for many years, and the true beauty can still be recognized.
Sophia's facial features are really exquisite, but her figure is too ordinary... George and Verdi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.
They are loyal lovers of big breasts and fat buttocks, and think that XX Shan is very sexy. Relatively speaking, Yan Zheke is an angel who "calmly" admires.
After chatting for a while, Lou Cheng, who understood what his wife was thinking, proposed to do actual combat training.
"Her?" George blurted out in astonishment, pointing at the slender Yan Zheke.
"Is there a problem?" Yan Zheke knew that she had been "discriminated against", and her teeth itch for a moment.
Recalling "Ren" like comic characters and dolls, George quickly shook his head and said:
"No, no problem!"
Lou Cheng laughed, raised his right hand, and announced the start.
George calmed down, put on a boxing stance, took a tentative step, and threw a punch. Yan Zheke shook his shoulder, and his arm turned into a gun, and "stabbed" the opponent's throat with a snap, forcing the opponent to raise his fist. Shrink your head to defend.
The joints bounced, the fascia stretched, and the girl unleashed the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes". After three punches in a row, she suddenly swung her waist and crotch, tightened her trousers, and gave a low kick, which immediately made Ben a little flustered. George lost his mind and was kicked miserably. He lifted his blocking right leg and swung back, and his body fell forward.
"Next." Lou Cheng stretched out his hand to support George, letting Wilton continue.
This Caucasian student's skill is estimated to be only about the third-rank amateur, but his physical condition is good, and his arm strength is very strong. Putting it all together, he is probably at the level of a first-rank amateur, but unfortunately he failed to show his strengths.
Wilton was a little weaker than George, but Yan Zheke, who hadn't used it for a long time, let the fight go as long as possible, but the result was unquestionable, and was hit by Yan Zheke's sliding punch with "meteor energy" , almost vomited on the spot.
After Wilton was the white girl Colleen. Yan Zheke changed her style and incorporated all the little insights from watching the battle video during this period into the competition.
After defeating five students from the Fighting Club in a row, her physical strength declined significantly, and her spirit was even worse. Thin sweat broke out on her forehead, so she chose to stop and take a rest.
Lou Cheng wiped the girl's sweat with a towel, and casually said to George and Wilton:
"You are of the Gruka school, aren't you?"
"It used to be..." Wilton replied bitterly.
George added in the same tone: "Because we haven't been a combat apprentice for several years, we left."
"What's the problem?" Lou Cheng asked with great interest.
"I have never been able to awaken my 'soul'." George sighed, staring at Lou Cheng expectantly, "Lou, do you think there is hope for us to learn Huaguo martial arts?"
Unable to awaken the "spirit of oneself", it will be more difficult to calm down... Of course, the martial arts system is different, with different emphases, and it is not hopeless for them to enter meditation... Lou Cheng thought for a while and said: "Peace the mind, concentrate the mind, you can say It is the premise of most martial arts and fighting genres, but everyone's methods are different. "Gluka" combines self-hypnosis, "Society School" gives troubles to God, and the martial arts in our country pay attention to daily polishing. Distracting thoughts, please calm down... If you can't do this, you can only hope for modern scientific research results or cult-like exercises."
"When we practiced 'Gluka', we could become very quiet, but we still couldn't feel what they called the 'spirit of self'." Wilton replied distressedly.
Is this because the awareness of defense is too strong, and the instinct resists self-hypnosis? Lou Cheng saw more and more members of the Fighting Club around him, pondered for a moment and said:
"Then I'll punch you, and you guys can feel it."
After finishing speaking, he took off his coat and let Yan Zheke hug him. He put on airs, punched his fist slowly, and pulled his arm back. There was nothing special about each move, and it was so slow that it was useless in actual combat.
George, Colleen and the others looked at it blankly, not knowing why, but gradually, they only felt that Lou Cheng's movements were like a swaying lake surface and stretching clouds, making people involuntarily quiet, unwilling to disturb the natural and harmonious operation , unwilling to disturb the inner peace.
Far away from the hustle and bustle and the city, at this moment, they seemed to see the blue and deep sea and the sparkling waves under the moonlight.
Lou Cheng retracted his slow fists and kicks, and the surroundings were completely silent, like a church where he just prayed.
"Those who have just calmed down just now have hope." He smiled slightly, took the clothes from Yan Zheke's hands and put them on, and asked in a low voice, "How many more games do you want to play? Do you think you have gone back to the shower?"
"Go back and wash it again, I forgot to bring shampoo, facial cleanser, etc..." the girl bit her lip and replied, feeling that today was the lowest point of her IQ.
Lou Cheng let out a throaty laugh, pulled the girl over, waved to George Wilton and the others, and walked slowly towards the gate of the Fighting Club.
It was only at this moment that George and the others woke up like a dream, as if they had heard a symphony that cleansed people's hearts, but the backs of Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke had disappeared at the door, and there were whispers in Chinese:
"Is this the result of your comprehension of 'Cave Enemy Bing Xin'?"
"Well, Coach Yan has sharp eyes."
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At the same time, a security company issued an early warning message to the cooperating forces and individuals:
"Hua Guo, Wu Yuehui, Lou Cheng, appeared in Cannes, extremely dangerous!"
"Lou?" In the "Messes" fighting arena, a young man with black hair and brown eyes saw the news, the corners of his mouth turned up, full of interest, and his eyes shone like stars.
S: The last day to ask for a monthly pass! By the way, there may be something in the afternoon, but it has not been decided yet. If the update is not on time at seven o'clock, it will be updated at eleven o'clock. .