Chapter 1020: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Two Hundred and Eighty-Three)

5 am.

The door opened and closed, with Feng Ling's usual vigilance, he could hear the situation and wake up.

But her whole body was hot and cold, feeling powerless, as if someone had come in, but it felt like a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to have a fever, someone's hand was pressed to her forehead, and then a cold towel was placed on her forehead not long after.

I don't know how long it was like this, she was half asleep and half awake, and when she finally woke up, it was already nine twenty in the morning.

She has already asked for two days off, and she was on vacation two days ago, but not today, because there are a few students who have just arrived at the Budokan for half a year to participate in a competition at school, the school The competitions here pay more attention to specifications and forms. It is not like the real international competitions that require full strength, but because they need sufficient form, they need a qualified rehearsal, as well as some status and movements. They must be given to them today. arrange it.

Feng Ling propped himself up from the bed and sat up. After looking at the time, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead that was still a little dizzy and swollen. He got up and went to wash. When he saw the towels stacked there in the bathroom, he was puzzled.

She usually hangs her towels there, why are they stacked here?

When I reached out to pick it up, I realized that the towel was still a little wet.

The dream from last night suddenly appeared in my mind, she was having a fever, did anyone come to take care of her?

Is it Li Nanheng?

Feng Ling turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and walked around in the various rooms of the small house, but did not see anyone else. She remembered that he left before going to bed last night and never came again, so she also closed the door Well, he also returned the key, how could he come over?

Did she put it here after taking a shower last night?

But it can't be stacked here, and it can't be done yet

Her gaze suddenly turned to the small balcony outside the window. The terrace on the fifteenth floor is different from the two adjacent balconies at the base. The width and distance between them cannot be easily crossed. This is a terrible thing. No matter what, Li Nanheng couldn't be so irrational.

then this towel

Is it a dream or what?

Time was running out and there was no time to think about it, so Feng Ling quickly changed into his clothes and went out the door.

Because she still had a cold, her overall condition was not very good, she couldn't drive, and she didn't want to be a street killer, so she just called a car and took a taxi to the Budokan.

Classes normally start at ten o'clock, but she was still fifteen minutes late. Fortunately, she called the boss and the head coach before ten o'clock and said that she would be there soon, so the students were waiting for her.

After arriving, Feng Ling didn't explain his illness, just changed into his usual class clothes and entered the classroom.

The students were very excited to see her here, but they found that Coach A Ling, who usually does not sit down for a rest after several hours of continuous class, had to drink some hot water every ten minutes and sit down for an hour. For a while, and her voice was a little hoarse, and her complexion didn't look very good, and there seemed to be some cold sweat on her forehead.

"Coach Ling, is your illness still not cured? Have you caught a cold? Is it so serious?"

Seeing that she was in a bad state, several students couldn't help but express their concern.

"It's okay, I have a little cold, you continue to practice." Feng Ling stood up and walked over: "Remember the posture of the hand and the leg, since they are all international students from China to the United States, and they want to show Asian in front of the students from all over the world. Culture and Chinese martial arts, you beginners who have just learned for half a year, don’t need too advanced things for the time being, just remember that every existing movement is done according to the standard, and combined with the classical rhythm of Chinese style, it will definitely be very shocking , continue to practice, the time before twelve noon today is yours, if you can't do it, continue in the afternoon until you are fully qualified."

"But your current state looks very"

"I'm fine. I'll just sit down for a while when I'm too tired." Feng Ling walked to one of the male students and stretched out his hand to straighten his arm: "Lift it up, straighten it, put it flat, lift it like this, yes"

"Coach Ling, the temperature on your hands is very hot, do you have a fever?" The male student looked at her worriedly, because looking at her so closely, he could see that there was no blood on her lips, and there was no blood on her hands. It is indeed not normal to be hot.

Feng Ling withdrew his hand, didn't say much, just turned around and walked back to the front, and said as he walked, "Why are you all looking at me? Continue to practice."

Seeing her insistence, and coach Ah Ling's temper has never been something they can handle, even though she is actually younger than them, but she really can't handle her temper, so she had to continue to practice.

Just after an hour of Feng Ling's class time, the door of the martial arts training room was suddenly pushed open vigorously.

The head coach and the boss of the Budokan outside all looked shocked and obviously failed to stop them. 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 that you are in class and it is inconvenient to see others. He angrily said that you are still ill and still have a fever. We can't stop you."

They said so.

Who would have thought that Feng Ling's skills are already amazing, and letting her be a coach in their martial arts gym would really bury her, but I didn't expect that this gentleman seemed to be even stronger than Feng Ling, The head coach originally wanted to stop him, but he was kicked away, almost killing him.

Men have always judged the truth by ability, especially those who have been in martial arts since elementary school. Even if they are not convinced when they see someone who is stronger than them, even if they don't know what is going on, they still have some instincts in their hearts. I admire him, and I am even more curious about who this gentleman is.

It looks like it doesn't show mountains or dews, but it's so powerful.

"Feng Ling..." Li Nanheng's voice was rarely anxious: "Come out, come back with me."

"Back to what?" Feng Ling didn't feel much about her name being called here, anyway, it was pronounced the same way, it was just an extra surname, a surname she didn't want to touch again.

She didn't look up, she looked at the water glass as if the hot water glass in front of her could bloom flowers, and took another sip of water.

"You come out with me first, don't you know if you have a fever?"

"I know, I didn't do anything here, the most I can do is to see my students practice various movements here, and I don't need to go on stage to perform and exert force. The fever is not fatal, and there is no need to continue to ask for leave." She Putting down the water glass in his hand: "I'm here to attend class, and I'm paid to do things for others, otherwise the boss will send me so much money for nothing, and there's no need to always ask for leave."