Chapter One Thousand and Nine: Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (272)

In an instant, whistles sounded all over the place, all of them were preparing to watch the excitement, just wanted to see how this classmate Chen was made to lie on the ground by Coach Ah Ling.

Feng Ling just glanced at him indifferently, and took a step back to make room for him: "Let's start."

Chen Beiqing stepped forward, his movements were clean and neat, and he was a standard good student. Every movement was inverted, and all of them were taught by her. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Feng Ling's arm. While trying to find the loopholes in his movements, a force suddenly pulled her towards him.

Because of his sudden non-standard moves, Feng Ling looked up at him for an instant, and was about to push her away, but he moved forward the hand that was originally on her arm, and suddenly clasped it against her. On the left shoulder, at the moment when her face suddenly changed, he suddenly put her on the shoulder, and then put her on the shoulder for about ten seconds under a burst of shocked eyes, and deliberately Not letting Feng Ling struggle, he spun around on the spot several times before throwing her backwards onto the soft cushion on the ground.

The mat is soft, so it doesn't matter if you fall on it, but at the same time as he threw the person on the ground, Chen Beiqing regretted it again, fearing that she would hurt from the fall, so he turned around and wanted to give her a hand, but Feng Ling was furious in an instant Kick him away.

In the midst of such mutual quarreling, her movements were unsteady, and his movements were also unsteady. Impressively, the whole person fell down and pressed hard on her.

Seeing that the cold-faced female coach was knocked down on the spot, the surrounding whistles became more and more loud, accompanied by all kinds of "fuck, crap" exclamations.

Chen Beiqing himself was taken aback for a moment, this was something he hadn't expected.

Feng Ling looked at him coldly: "Get up."

Chen Beiqing looked at her, his eyes were moved and apologetic. When he got up, he was about to reach out to pull her up, but Feng Ling didn't even look at his hand, and got up neatly on the spot. , and at the same time asked in a cold voice: "How do you know that I have an injury on my shoulder? I haven't learned anything else yet, so I learned to attack someone's weakness first?"

"The first few times I saw you, every time you were touched on the left shoulder, maybe eight out of ten times it seemed that you didn't seem very comfortable. Although I'm not sure if it's an old injury or something, but based on my initial experience The ability of a scholar, if you want to successfully give you a shoulder throw, you can only pick your weakness and use your strength. Although it is a bit despicable, it is at least a means of close combat. This is what you once said in class Did you forget?" Chen Beiqing looked at her without changing his face.

Feng Ling was at a loss for words for a while, and didn't say anything more, but raised his hand to signal him to go back and stand still.

After this class, the head coach and person in charge of the Budokan arranged a celebration banquet because she won the national championship in the women's melee combat category.

Originally, Feng Ling went there wearing a mask, didn't say her real name, and just gave a code name, but it's nothing to be recognized, but she didn't plan to be too high-profile.

It’s just that there was really nothing to do at that time. I just went to class, rest, class, and rest every day. My life seemed to have lost its purpose, and it was very numb. The head coach saw her situation and asked her if she wanted to try to compete. In the past two months, she has been preparing for the competition 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 is as bad as ever, but she has been working outside for so long anyway, and she has to drink a few glasses more or less in response to the scene. After everyone eats and drinks well, she declines the others and wants to send her back. If he was at home, he took a taxi and went back to his current residence in Boston.

She only drank a few glasses of wine in the evening, she was not drunk, at most she had a slight smell of alcohol on her body, and she was in a slightly drunken state.

Walked into a student apartment building located between the Institute of Technology and Harvard University, entered the elevator, and pressed the number for the fifteenth floor.

This is the place she has rented for the past two years. It is a small apartment of about 50 square meters. The environment here is not bad, and because it is rented to foreign 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 the door, turn on the light, drop the bag, kick off the shoes, all in one go, and then another night of sitting on the sofa in a daze.

They all said that this is the life of ordinary people.

Unlike her life in the jungle, there is no excitement and no sense of accomplishment when hunting for food.

There is also no daily physical training and devil training in the xi base, no sniper rifles, no sweat, and no missions on the verge of life and death.

It seems that, after finally living like everyone else, he lost his original self.

As the night darkened, Feng Ling didn't feel sleepy on the sofa. He got up and took a shower. After coming out, he sat on the sofa while wiping his hair and turned on the TV. He randomly dialed a station and parked it on a station with entertainment programs. , I didn't read much about the content, I could only hear the audience laughing non-stop, using this method to make the whole quiet room lively.

After brushing her hair, she put her hands on her shoulders.

This is where she was bitten by a snake during the mission in Snake Valley. Although it is said to be an old injury, the pain has long since disappeared.

She herself didn't know why, she obviously didn't feel any pain at all, and she didn't even feel any pain at all, but as soon as she was touched, her heart suddenly felt like being torn apart.

I feel uncomfortable everywhere.

So inexplicably, it became an instinctive reflection.

The spot on the shoulder where the small white cross knife was left has become her sensitive spot and should not be touched.

It's like a heart attack.

At this moment, the phone rang on the coffee table. Feng Ling plucked his hair that was not completely dry with his hand twice, picked it up casually, looked at the number of the call, and picked it up.

"Feng Ling, I was on TV today, and accidentally switched to the American sports channel. I saw an all-American hand-to-hand combat competition. The champion of the women's team, is it you?" Wen Leqing's voice came from the phone.

Feng Ling paused for a moment, and instead of explaining, he asked instead: "How can you be sure that is me?"

"I'm not completely sure, it's just a feeling that, in my limited cognition, a girl with such great skill and such neat speed can only think of you, and I think the height is about the same as yours. In addition, the code name Zero, although this zero is not Biling, but based on what I know about you, I think this zero must be you."

Feng Ling smiled lightly: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, maybe it really isn't me."

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