Two years later.
In Boston, USA, on the first floor directly opposite the Polytechnic University, the Chinese Martial Arts Hall.
"Big news! Look, look, this year's National Women's Close Combat Champion is a contestant codenamed Zero. He wore a fighting cap the whole time and couldn't see his face. But look at this figure, he is clearly our cold fighter. Meet the female coach..."
"Let's see, damn, isn't our coach's name A-Ling? Isn't this code-named Zero her?"
"Do you still need to look at the name? Look at that devilish figure in a tight-fitting black fighting suit, and then think about that cold-faced beauty who is obviously very beautiful but has a straight face all day long. They are exactly the same person!"
"Oh my god, our coach is actually the American close combat champion!"
"It's a women's team!"
"What's wrong with the women's team? You haven't seen the video of the game. The men's team is not as energetic as the women's team. Besides, with Coach A-Ling's skills and ruthlessness, even ten men would be knocked down in front of her. , who cares about men and women, just be our coach!"
Several students were sitting around the classroom discussing various things when they suddenly heard a cold female voice: "It's three o'clock sharp, do you want to practice? If you don't want to practice, get out and make room for the next class of students."
As soon as the students heard this voice, they all turned around with expressions of embarrassment and shivers. Sure enough, they saw that the person coming was the masked champion in the magazine. They all immediately found their respective places with a playful smile. He stood up and then performed the basic training movements that he usually does in class. While doing so, he occasionally glanced at the expressionless short-haired woman in front of the door.
Tsk, Coach A-Ling usually wears very loose and normal clothes, but a few times when he and other coaches appeared at some game parties, he wore those particularly cool black outfits. Most of those clothes were tight-fitting. Yes, no matter how cool the clothes are, Coach A-Ling looks cool and sexy when she wears them. After all, no one has noticed before. They didn’t expect that she has such a good figure. She is really memorable at a glance.
This time, she didn't expect that she actually participated in the National Close Combat Competition on the advice of her head coach, and even came back with a championship. However, she kept a low profile and didn't mention anything. Normally, she didn't need to show her real name to others. During the competition, it was even omitted, just a code name, zero.
This is not the point. The point is that the female coach they have always admired and admired, it is said that she has not yet passed her twentieth birthday, she is really young.
The students in their group are all a few years older than her. They are basically college students with good academic performance or very wealthy families. They come to study at the American Institute of Technology. Their average age is two or three years older than her. But, unfortunately, such a group The male students were all suppressed by her cold temper. A single word from Coach A-Ling was enough to make them afraid to say a word.
Otherwise, she would really hit someone.
This Chinese martial arts gym is not small, but there are really no other coaches, male or female, no matter how old they are, who can beat her in single combat.
Feng Ling walked through the separate aisles among the students, looked at everyone's training postures, raised his hand and flattened one of them's arms, and then slapped the other person's back hard with his hand: "What are you doing? ? Your back is hunched after not practicing for a few days? Straighten your back!"
"Yes!" The male student said in a long voice, but when he met the coach's gaze, he pursed his lips again and did not dare to say a word.
After looking at him coldly for a while, Feng Ling withdrew his gaze and turned towards the students on the other side.
Her current name is A Ling, also Zero.
Zero means having nothing and starting over.
She left Los Angeles directly after leaving Base XI two years ago. She originally wanted to go further and go to other countries, but found that she had not experienced enough since she was a child. She was used to it in the United States, and other places may not be suitable for her. She survived, and then coincidentally came to Boston and joined this martial arts gym as a coach.
It took her half a year to adapt to life here, and another year to accept such a peaceful life, dealing with these international students in their early twenties every day. Most of these people have good family conditions and are arrogant, but they are just... I wanted to find something to learn when I came out, but I had a lot of money and nowhere to spend it. I wanted to find something "business" to kill my time. At first, I didn't pay much attention to learning. However, it didn't take long for her to change her temper and start a martial arts lesson. I didn’t dare to fall behind in class, and I didn’t dare to mess around any more during class.
As soon as she walked up to a student who had been studying with her for more than a year, the student suddenly looked sideways at her and asked in a low voice: "Miss A-Ling, I heard that the champion this time has a bonus of half a million US dollars. Now, do you want to treat us all to a meal..."
Feng Ling paused and suddenly turned to look at him.
The opponent immediately turned his head back in fright and continued to perform standard actions, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.
However, he was kicked behind the knee: "Wrong posture!"
Student: “…”
"What did you call me?" Feng Ling looked at him coldly.
"... Miss A-Ling... ah!" After being kicked again, the other party instantly said with a sad face: "Coach A-Ling."
Everyone else held back their laughter when they heard the noise, otherwise whoever really laughed out loud would definitely be the ones who would suffer next.
Seeing that he was being honest, Feng Ling turned around with a cold face and continued to look at the next person. After checking and adjusting each posture, she walked back to the front, looked back and stared at them for five minutes, and then said : "How are you doing with the decomposition and full-range continuous movements of the over-the-shoulder throw that I taught you last time? If anyone thinks they are doing well, come here and give me a fight."
Several students looked at each other. This was the rhythm of Coach A Ling's initiative to seek abuse. A group of people were gearing up and were about to step forward, but the one standing at the front rushed forward first.
However, the faster he rushed forward, the faster he lost his face. I originally thought that I could hold such a thin woman directly on my shoulders and then fall backwards to the ground. Who knew that there were too many loopholes in all the movements, and Feng Ling was nothing more than As soon as he stretched out his hand, the strength of the opponent's hand disappeared. Instead, he overexerted himself and lay back on the ground.
While the whole audience was suppressing laughter, Feng Ling clapped his hands and said without changing his expression: "Next one."
Another one came up, with the same result. He tried to use brute force to throw the instructor down, but every time he fell to the ground first.
The next one up, the fall would be even harder.
Seeing a tall and slender woman with a charming face, she has a short haircut and wears such a neutral dress. She wears loose martial arts uniforms and sportswear every day. She is so thin. But his skills are so good that so many men can't defeat him.
I really doubt where she came from. She is a beautiful and handsome woman. Just watching her fight is a sight to behold.