5am.
The door opened and closed, and with Feng Ling's usual vigilance, he could hear what was happening and would wake up.
But her whole body was alternately cold and hot, and she felt powerless. It felt as if someone had come in, but she also felt like she was dreaming.
In the dream, she seemed to have a fever. Someone's hand was placed on her forehead, and then a cold towel was placed on her forehead not long after.
She didn't know how long it took, half asleep and half awake. When she finally woke up again, it was already 9:20 in the morning.
She has already asked for two days of leave. She took the first two days off, but not today. There is a class that must be attended today, because there are several students who have just arrived at the Budokan for half a year to participate in competitions in the school. The competition here pays more attention to specifications and form. It is not like real international competitions that require full strength, but because it requires sufficient form, it requires a qualified rehearsal, as well as some states and movements. Today, they must be given a good performance. Make arrangements.
Feng Ling sat up from the bed. After looking at the time, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, which was still a little dizzy and swollen. He got up and washed it. When he saw the towels stacked there in the bathroom, he was confused.
She usually hangs her towels there, why are they stacked here
When I reached out and was about to pick it up, I found that the towel was still a little wet.
The dream from last night suddenly came to mind. She had a fever. Has anyone come to take care of her
Is it Li Nanheng
Feng Ling turned around and walked out of the bedroom. She walked around the rooms in the small house and saw no trace of anyone else. She remembered that he left before going to bed last night and never came back, so she closed the door. Okay, he also returned the key, how could he come here
Did she put it here after taking a bath last night
But it can’t be stacked here, and it can’t be that it hasn’t been done yet...
Her eyes suddenly turned to the small terrace outside the window. This terrace on the 15th floor was different from the two adjacent balconies at the XI base. The width and distance between them were definitely not something that could be easily crossed. This was a fatal matter. , Li Nanheng would never be so irrational no matter what.
Then this towel...
Is it a dream or what
Time was running out and she didn't have time to think too much. Feng Ling hurriedly changed her clothes and went out. Because she had not recovered from her cold and was not in a good condition, she couldn't drive. She didn't want to be a road killer, so she just called a taxi. Come here and take a taxi to the martial arts gym.
Normally classes start at ten o'clock, but she is still fifteen minutes late. Fortunately, she called her boss and head coach before ten o'clock and said she would be there soon, so the students were waiting for her.
After arriving, Feng Ling didn't explain his illness. He just changed into his usual class clothes and entered the classroom.
The students were very excited to see her coming, but they found that Coach A-Ling, who usually would not sit down to rest for several hours in class, had to drink some hot water every ten minutes today and sit down for an hour. After a while, her voice was a little hoarse, her face didn't look very good, and she seemed to be sweating on her forehead.
"Coach A-Ling, are you still sick? Do you have a cold? Is it that serious?"
Several students saw her poor condition and couldn't help but express some concern.
"It's okay, I have a little cold. You continue to practice." Feng Ling stood up and walked over: "Remember the postures of shooting and raising your legs. Since they are all international students from China to the United States, they also have to show Asia in front of classmates from all over the world. Culture and Chinese martial arts, you beginners who have just learned it for half a year do not need anything too advanced for the time being. Just remember that every existing movement must be done to the standard, and combined with the classical rhythm of Chinese style, it will definitely be very shocking. , continue practicing, the time before 12 noon today belongs to you, if you can’t continue in the afternoon, practice until you are fully qualified.”
"But your current state looks very..."
"I'm fine. I just sit for a while when I'm too tired." Feng Ling said and walked to one of the male students, stretched out his hand to straighten his arm: "Lift it up, straighten it, lay it flat, lift it like this, right..."
"Coach Ah Ling, the temperature on your hands is very hot. Do you have a fever?" The male student looked at her with some worry, because looking at her so close, he could see clearly that there was no blood on her lips and on her hands. It's true that the heat is not normal.
Feng Ling took back his hand and didn't say anything. He just turned around and walked back to the front. As he walked, he said, "Why are you looking at me? Keep practicing."
Seeing her insistence, and Coach A-Ling's temper was something they could never handle, even though she was actually younger than them, her temper was really hard to handle, so they had no choice but to continue practicing.
Just an hour into Feng Ling's class, the door of the martial arts classroom was suddenly pushed open with force.
The head coach and the owner of the martial arts gym outside all had expressions of shock and obviously failed to stop him. They looked at the tall man who walked in quickly, and looked at Feng who was sitting in front of the classroom drinking water with some embarrassment. Ling: "Ah Ling, this gentleman said he came to see you. We said you were in class and it was not convenient to see people. He was very angry and said that you were not cured yet and were still having a fever. We... couldn't stop... "
What they said turned out to be true.
Who would have thought that Feng Ling's skills were already so good that it was so amazing that letting a talent like her become a coach in their martial arts gym would really overwhelm her. However, they didn't expect that this gentleman seemed to be even more powerful than Feng Ling. The head coach originally wanted to stop him, but was kicked away, almost losing his life.
Men have always been judged by their ability, especially those who have been martial arts since childhood. Even if they are dissatisfied when they see someone who is more powerful than themselves, even if they don't understand what is going on in front of them, they still have some instincts in their hearts. I admire him, and I am even more curious about who this gentleman is.
He looks so inconspicuous, but he is actually so powerful.
"Feng Ling—" Li Nanheng's voice was unusually anxious: "Come out and follow me back."
"Reply to what?" Feng Ling didn't feel much about her name being called out here. Anyway, it was the same way, just with an extra surname, a surname that she didn't want to touch again.
She didn't raise her head, she looked at the hot water glass as if it could bloom flowers, and took another sip of water.
"Come out with me first. Don't you know you have a fever?"
"I know, I don't do anything here. At most, I just watch my students practice various movements here. I don't have to go on the field to perform and exert myself. The fever won't kill me. I don't need to ask for leave anymore." She Putting down the water glass in his hand: "I'm here to take classes, and I get paid to do things for others. Otherwise, my boss would give me so much money for nothing, so there's no point in asking for leave."