"Holy shit, boss, what's this move? A direct attack on the chest? I've never seen him use such a sinister move before..."
The sounds around the training ground failed to reach the ears of the two of them. Feng Ling was slapped hard on the chest. She was stunned and couldn't help but take a few steps back. However, her expression did not change at all and she continued to resist.
After all, she has not undergone any strict and precise training. All her moves are based on instinct and some fists and kicks she learned from the mafia group. She is fast, but when facing Nan Heng, she has very good routines and occasionally changes quickly. Although his attack style could survive three or four strikes, his attacks became faster and faster later on, and he hit her chest again and again.
Although Feng Ling knew what he was doing, it was still as if he was attacked to a point where he felt a little uneasy mentally. He had to stagger back a few steps for a while. When he regained his balance, Nan Heng's expression changed. A lot more indifferent.
Not her.
Although their body shapes look somewhat similar, at thirteen or fourteen years old, their heights are mostly about the same.
After confirming that the young man in front of him was not the girl who was not afraid of death in the orphanage a month ago, Nan Heng no longer acted as a test, but as a force of action, not treating him as a newcomer at all.
Feng Ling saw what he meant, and after being beaten a few times, she became smarter and only defended instead of retreating. After all, she was still fast. If she kept dodging, Nan Heng could only hit her on one shoulder with ten moves. But if she wanted to fight back and hurt Nan Heng, I'm afraid she would have to train for at least another ten years.
It was just a test, and it could be regarded as a formal half-time competition. It allowed Feng Ling to know what real strength was from the limited knowledge of these more than ten years. She gathered her mind and accepted the challenge, until Nan Heng almost hit her with a punch in the end. On her face, just when she stood frozen and was about to take this blow, all she saw was a gust of cold wind passing by, and the man's hand stopped precisely an inch on her face.
She raised her eyes to look at him, and Nan Heng glanced at her expressionlessly. He was obviously a little disappointed with her skills, but at least compared to other newcomers, Feng Ling was indeed much better.
Nan Heng retracted his hand, turned around and left without leaving a word.
The group of people who carried them down were about to clap their hands because of this wonderful fight, but they were afraid that the boss would sweep them all away in anger, and everyone would suffer. I resisted the urge to applaud, but saw the boss turn around and leave. A group of people stood there confused, wondering what the boss's plan was. This guy, whether the boss would stay or not...
Feng Ling stood on the training ground, raised his hand and pressed the slightly painful spot on his chest.
The reason why it hurt was because Nan Heng had hit her several times on the chest continuously. Others didn't understand, but she knew very clearly that he was testing whether she was a woman.
Fortunately, the bra wrap she is using now is stronger and has a thicker hardness. She is only thirteen years old, and even her well-developed breasts are not fully developed yet. Being tightly wrapped by the bra wrap like this, basically, He couldn't feel anything when he took the palm of his hand. Compared with what he saw in the jjimjilbang that day, it was definitely not what he imagined.
This alone was enough for him to dispel half of his doubts about her.
"Boss!" There was a person who was not afraid of death who was really curious. He chased after Nan Heng and asked: "Do you want to keep that guy named Feng Ling or not? I think he is so energetic at such a young age. You're very arrogant, or else you should just stay and practice hard in our base, and I guess the edges and corners on your body will be smoothed out in a few years!"
Li Nanheng didn't look back and said to him in an indifferent voice: "Since you like grinding so much, let him stay and throw him to the instructor of your third team and grind yourself."
“…”
Throw them three teams
In other words, if that kid enters the training camp of the third team in the future, the instructor will often ask Feng Ling to stand up and compete with them
Isn’t this why you are unhappy? That Feng Ling was defeated in front of Boss Li. If it were all the newcomers in this base, who would be his opponent
"Ahem, boss..." The man followed up unwillingly, and asked in a gossipy manner: "What did you mean by hitting that kid on the chest just now? Could it be that... it's..."
I often heard that Boss Li was not close to women. Even if he was a beautiful girl arranged by the Li family, he would not bother to take a look at it. Some people also suspected that Boss Li had an abnormal sexual orientation and stayed alone in the base. They were all afraid that their innocence would be compromised, but later they found out that they had overthought things. Boss Li was afraid that he was not interested in either men or women because he was too lazy to get close to anyone.
Nan Heng glanced at him coldly and said slowly: "I'm not interested in men. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll run fifty laps around the base tomorrow."
The person behind him instantly turned pale and ran away as if his soles were greased.
…
The next day, XI base breakfast canteen.
Nan Heng, who rarely came to the base canteen to eat, rarely appeared in the public eye.
However, a group of newcomers and semi-newcomers who had witnessed the exciting competition at the training ground last night had a shock in their eyes that they had not digested all night.
Some people still whispered: "Hey, do you think the boss really likes men? Last night, the boss really hit the boy directly on the chest. It was obvious that he was eating tofu..."
Even if the whispers of the group of people were too quiet, Nan Heng could still hear them.
The instructor sitting opposite him didn't dare to say a word, but still glanced at him with his eyes.
Nan Heng didn't react at all. After eating, he threw the tableware heavily on the table and gave a cold "ha".
Then, he said coldly to the instructor of the third team who was sitting across from him: "Kick the boy named Feng Ling who I assigned to your team last night from your team."
Instructor of the third team: "????"
He was assigned to this place just last night, and it hasn't been more than ten hours yet, and now he is being asked to kick someone out
Then, the expressionless Boss Li said in a cold voice: "Send the person to my team and I will take care of him myself."
Instructors of the third team and other instructors: "..."
Feng Ling was taken to the base cafeteria by Ah K to eat early in the morning. Although the XI base is a training ground, its size is staggering. Even the so-called base cafeteria is larger than ordinary restaurants outside. The catering facilities They were all very nice, and this was treatment that Feng Ling had never experienced before.
As soon as he and Ah K walked in, they saw Li Nanheng coming out with a bad expression.
However, even after seeing it, Feng Ling stood still hesitating whether to say hello to the boss. As a result, Boss Li in front of him passed by him coldly.
“…”
As expected, he was the cold-faced night god that Ah K said he was, very arrogant and indifferent.