Chapter One Thousand and Seven: Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (270)

two years later.

Boston, USA, directly opposite the Polytechnic University, on the first floor, the Chinese Budokan.

"Big news! Look, look, this year's national champion of the women's close combat team is a contestant code-named Zero. He wears a fighting cap all the time and cannot see his face. But look at this figure, it is clearly our cold Face girl coach..."

"Let me see, shit, isn't our coach called Ling? Isn't this code-named Ling her?"

"Do you still need to look at the name? Look at this devil's figure in a tight black combat uniform, and then think about that cold-faced beauty who is obviously beautiful but keeps a straight face all day long. She is exactly the same person!"

"My God, our coach is actually the champion of close combat in the United States!"

"It's the women's team!"

"What's wrong with the women's team? You haven't seen the video of the match. The men's team is not as vigorous as the women's team. Besides, with the skill and ruthlessness of Coach Ah Ling, even ten men will be defeated in front of her." , don’t care about men and women, as long as it’s our coach!”

Several students were sitting around in 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 practice, get out and make room for the next class of students."

As soon as those students heard the voice, they all turned around with embarrassment and shuddering expressions. Sure enough, they saw that the person who came was the masked champion in the magazine just now, and they all hurriedly found each other with a smile on their faces. Standing up, and then doing the basic training movements in the usual class, while doing it, from time to time, he would look up at the expressionless short-haired woman in front of the door.

Tsk, usually Coach A Ling wears very loose and normal clothes, but a few times when he played with other coaches at the party of some games, he wore that kind of particularly cold black clothes, most of which are tight-fitting Yes, no matter how cold the clothes are on Coach Ah Ling's body, they will look cold and sexy. After all, everyone has never noticed before. I didn't expect that she has such a good figure. It is really memorable at a glance.

This time I didn't expect that she actually went to participate in the national close combat competition at the suggestion of the head coach, and even came back with a championship, but she kept a low profile and didn't mention anything. Usually, she doesn't need to show her real name to others. After the game, it was even omitted, it was just a code name, zero.

This is not the point, the point is that the female coach they have always admired and worshiped, it is said that she has not yet passed her 20th birthday, she is really young.

The students in their group are all a few years older than her, and they are basically college students who have good academic performance or have very rich families, and they went to the American Institute of Technology to study.

The average age can be two or three years older than her, but such a group of male students are all overwhelmed by her indifferent temper. A word from Coach Ah Ling is enough to make them dare not say a word.

Otherwise, she would really hit someone.

This Chinese Martial Arts Gym is not small, but other coaches, no matter if they are men or women, no matter how old they are, there is really no one who can beat her in single combat.

Feng Ling walked through the aisle separated among these students, looked at everyone's training posture, raised his hand to level the arm of one of them upwards, and then slapped the other's back hard with his hand: "What are you doing?" ? Hunchback after a few days of practice? Straighten your back!"

"Yes!" The male student pulled out his voice abruptly, but when he met the coach's gaze, he pursed his lips for an instant, not daring to say a word.

After staring at him coldly for a while, Feng Ling withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the student on the other side.

Her current name is Zero, which is also Zero.

Zero means nothing and a new start.

After leaving the xi base two years ago, she left Los Angeles directly. Originally, she 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 might not be suitable. She survived, and then by coincidence, she went 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. She dealt with these foreign students in their early twenties every day. I came out and wanted to find something to learn, but I had too much money to spend, so I found some "business" to pass the time. At first, I didn't pay much attention to learning, but after a short time, she turned my temper over, and a martial arts lesson I didn't dare to miss class, and I didn't dare to laugh and laugh during class.

As soon as he walked to the side of a certain student who had been studying with her for more than a year, the student suddenly turned his head to look at her, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Ling, I heard that the champion this time has a prize of 500,000 US dollars. Now, would you like 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 make standard movements, otherwise he would definitely be beaten.

However, he was still kicked on the back of the knee: "The posture is wrong!"

Student: "..."

"What do you call me?" Feng Ling looked at him coldly.

"...Miss Ling... Ah!" After being kicked again, the other party said with a sad face, "Coach Ling."

The others all held back their laughter when they heard the commotion, otherwise whoever really laughed out loud would definitely be the next one to suffer.

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, stared at them like this for five minutes, and then said : "Last time I taught you how to break down the yoke throw and practice the whole process of coherent movement? Whoever thinks he did a good job, come here and give me a fight."

Several students looked at each other. This is the rhythm of Coach Ah Ling's initiative to seek abuse. A group of people were eager to go forward, but the one standing at the front rushed forward first.

However, as fast as he rushed up, he lost his face as quickly as he thought. He thought he could hold such a thin woman directly onto his shoulders and then fell backwards to the ground. Who knew that there were too many loopholes in all the movements, Feng Ling was nothing more than Just stretching out his hand casually made the strength in the opponent's hand disappear. Instead, he exerted too much force and lay back on the ground.

While the audience held back their laughter, Feng Ling clapped his hands and said without changing his expression, "Next."

Another one came up, with the same result, trying to use brute force to throw the instructor down, but every time he was the first to fall to the ground.

Going up another one, the fall was even harder.

Seeing the tall and slender woman, who obviously has a beautiful face, but has her hair cut at the end, and wears such a neutral dress, wearing loose martial arts uniforms and sportswear every day, she is so thin, But unexpectedly, his skills are so good that so many men can't match him.

I really doubt where she came from. She is a beautiful and handsome woman. Just watching her fight is a sight.

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