In an instant, there were whistles everywhere, and everyone was ready to watch the fun, just to see how this student Chen was made to lie on the ground by Coach A Ling.
Feng Ling just glanced at him and took a step back to make room for him: "Let's get started."
Chen Beiqing stepped forward with clean and neat movements, the posture of a standard good student. Every movement was inverted and all were taught by her. She stretched out her long arm and grabbed Feng Ling's arm. While trying to find loopholes in his movements, a force suddenly pulled her towards him.
Feng Ling instantly raised her eyes to look at him because he suddenly did not follow the standard movements. Just as he was about to push the person away, he moved the hand that was originally holding her arm forward and suddenly clasped it on hers. On the left shoulder, at the moment when her expression suddenly changed, he suddenly held her on his shoulder, and then put her on his shoulder for about ten seconds amidst the shocked gazes of people, and then deliberately Not letting Feng Ling struggle, she spun around in place several times before throwing her backward onto the soft cushion on the ground.
The mat was soft, so it didn't matter if she fell. However, when he threw the person to the ground, Chen Beiqing regretted it again. He was afraid that she would be hurt by the fall, so he turned around and wanted to give her a hand, but Feng Ling suddenly became angry. Kick him away.
While they were arguing with each other, her movements were erratic, and his movements were erratic as well. Suddenly, he fell down and pressed hard on her.
Seeing that the cold-faced female coach was knocked down on the spot, the whistles around her became even louder, accompanied by all kinds of exclamations of "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck".
Chen Beiqing himself was startled for a moment. This was something he had not expected.
Feng Ling looked at him coldly: "Get up."
Chen Beiqing looked at her, his eyes a little moved and a little apologetic. As he stood up, he was about to reach out to pull her up, but Feng Ling didn't even look at his hand, and stood up neatly on the spot. , and asked in a cold voice: "How do you know that I have an injury on my shoulder? You haven't learned anything else yet, how can you first learn to specifically look for people's weaknesses to attack?"
"The last few times I saw you, every time you were touched on your left shoulder, probably eight out of ten times, you seemed uncomfortable. Although I'm not sure if it's an old injury or something, but with my current condition, With the ability of a scholar, if he wants to successfully throw you over his shoulder, he can only pick on your weaknesses and use force. Although it is a bit despicable, it is at least a method of close combat. This is what you once said in class. If so, have you forgotten?" Chen Beiqing looked at her without changing his expression.
Feng Ling was speechless for a moment and didn't say anything more. He just raised his hand to signal him to go back and stand.
After this class, the head coach and director of the martial arts gym arranged a celebration banquet for her winning the National Close Combat Women's Championship.
Originally, Feng Ling went there wearing a mask and didn't say her real name. She just gave her a code name, but it didn't matter if she was recognized, but she didn't plan to be high-profile.
It was just that there was really nothing to do at that time. She just went to class, rested, went to class, and rested every day. Her life seemed to have lost its purpose and she was living a very numb life. The head coach noticed her condition and asked her if she wanted to try competing. She has been preparing for the competition in the past two months and often trains by herself. Now that she has won the championship, she doesn't know what she should do.
The so-called celebration banquet is nothing more than eating and drinking together.
Her drinking capacity was as bad as ever, but after all, she had been working outside for such a long time, so she had to drink a few drinks to cope with the situation. After everyone had eaten and drank, she declined others who wanted to send her back. As for home, I took a taxi back to my current residence in Boston.
She only drank a few glasses of wine in the evening. She was not drunk. At most, she smelled slightly of alcohol and was slightly tipsy.
I walked into a student apartment building between Polytechnic Institute and Harvard University, entered the elevator, and pressed the number on the fifteenth floor.
This is the place where she has rented for the past two years, a small apartment of about 50 square meters. The environment here is not bad, and because it is rented to international students all year round, the price is relatively not too expensive, and the surrounding living environment is also good. It's not a particularly luxurious class, and life here is very peaceful.
Get out of the elevator, get the key, open the door, enter, turn on the light, throw down your bag, kick off your shoes, all in one go, and then it's another night of sitting on the sofa in silence.
They all said that this is the life of ordinary people.
Unlike her life in the jungle, there was no excitement or sense of accomplishment in foraging for food.
There is no daily physical training and devilish training in the XI base, no sniper rifles, no sweat, and no more missions on the edge of life and death.
It seems that I finally live like everyone else, but I have lost my original self.
As the night got darker, Feng Ling didn't feel sleepy on the sofa. He got up and took a shower. After he came out, he wiped his hair and sat on the sofa to turn on the TV. He dialed a random station and parked it on a station with entertainment programs. , and didn’t read much of the content. I could only hear the laughter coming from the audience, using this method to make the entire quiet room a little lively.
After wiping her hair, she put her hands on her shoulders.
This is where she was bitten by a snake during that mission in Snake Valley. Although it was said to be an old wound, it actually no longer hurts.
She didn't know why. It obviously didn't hurt at all, she didn't even feel it at all, but as soon as she was touched, her heart felt like it was being torn apart, and she suddenly felt a sharp pain.
I feel uncomfortable everywhere.
So inexplicably, it became an instinctive reflection.
The small white cross mark on her shoulder became her sensitive spot and should not be touched.
It's like a piece of heart disease.
The cell phone rang on the coffee table at this moment. Feng Ling plucked his hair that was not dry yet with his hands, picked it up casually, looked at the number of the caller, and picked up the call.
"Feng Ling, I accidentally switched to the American sports channel on TV today and saw an all-American close combat competition. Was the champion of the women's category you?" Wen Leqing's voice came over the phone.
Feng Ling paused for a moment, but instead of explaining, he asked, "How can you be sure that it's me?"
"I'm not completely sure, I just feel that in my limited knowledge, I can only think of you as a girl with such powerful skills and such clean speed, and I think she is about the same height as you. In addition, the code name Zero, although this Zero is not Bi Ling, but based on my understanding of you, I feel that this Zero must be you."
Feng Ling smiled lightly: "There is a world outside the sky, and there is someone outside the world. Maybe it really is not me."