Chapter 113: Fists and Feet Make People Quiet (Seeking Monthly Pass)
"building!"
Because Smith often called himself this, Lou Cheng had already formed a reaction to this, but after following the sound, he only saw two strange white students.
Feeling his gaze, George and Wilton became more and more excited. A series of words mixed with slang were blurted out. Not only was it as fast as firing a machine gun, but it also interfered with each other, making it noisy and confusing. Lou could only say that his hearing was barely adequate.
Cheng was completely confused and could only vaguely recall the familiar "Four Nations Game".
However, the professional security guard who had distanced himself from him understood most of the content.
Well, that Asian boy was among the top four in the Four Nations Competition, and he was the idol of those two students...
I don’t know what the competition is... It seems that they are deep fans of Chinese culture, crazy about and chasing the relatively more mysterious "martial arts"...
The security personnel commented, Gao glanced at Lou Cheng, took out his encrypted mobile phone, and started to contact the headquarters.
As a professional bodyguard, when a strange and capable guy appears around your employer, you must carefully find out the details, make plans, and prepare for accidents.
"I participated in the Four Nations Competition and was called 'Lou'..." He described Lou Cheng's surname with a similar pronunciation of the word, "Please give us feedback as soon as possible."
After sending the message, he held the phone in his palm, waiting for a response, and looked at Lou Cheng warily, watching him interact with the students.
At this moment, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated wildly, and he almost escaped from the bondage and fled to freedom.
The senior security guard picked it up and took a look, only to see one shocking blood-red word after another on the screen:
"Very dangerous!"
"Don't come close!"
"Get away from him!"
"Stay away from him!"
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Oh, my God... The senior security guard froze for a few seconds, then subconsciously took a step to distance himself.
When his mind finally understood the situation, he suppressed his fear, rushed into the classroom with his head lowered, grabbed his employer, and said in a low voice and hastily: "Go.go.go!"
No matter whether the other party has malicious intentions or not, it is 100% correct to leave first!
Such an episode did not go unnoticed by Lou Cheng. After Yan Zheke's translation, he probably understood that he had met two real fans, so he smiled back and paid tribute.
Wilton, a brown-haired young man with freckles on his face, praised him a few more words excitedly, and at the end he extended an invitation in anticipation:
"Are you free recently? Can you visit our fighting club? It would be better if you could tell us more about the mysteries of Chinese martial arts."
George secretly cursed his companion, feeling that he was too nervous and could not speak clearly, so he quickly added: "There is a club of fighting enthusiasts at UConn, and we are one of them. Everyone is very interested in Chinese martial arts.
, I hope to get a more detailed introduction from you..."
Pulling Yan Zheke, he heard the girl's eager reaction when words such as "fighting hobby club" came into his ears. Lou Cheng had an idea, turned his head and asked with a low smile:
"Want to stretch your arms and legs?"
Since arriving in the United States in August, apart from daily training and his occasional "guidance and teaching", Keke has not enjoyed fighting for a long time. For a warrior who is interested in and has participated in similar activities, this is not pleasant.
matter.
With her husband by her side, there was no need to think about anything else. Yan Zheke pondered for a moment, then nodded "reluctantly" with shining eyes:
"Then let's go and have a look in the afternoon. There are no classes anyway."
"Okay." After saying that, Lou Cheng looked at George and Wilton and said with a gentle smile, "Is this okay this afternoon? We'll go there at about two o'clock."
"Okay! No problem! No problem at all!" George, a young man with blond hair, almost slipped to his knees on the spot to celebrate.
After asking for the address, Lou Cheng waved to the two foreign fans and walked hand in hand with Yan Zheke outside the campus.
"Oops!" While walking, the girl suddenly paused and blurted out in annoyance, "I didn't even bring my martial arts uniform or shoes..."
How can you move your hands and feet!
Classmate Ke Xiaoke, you don't look like you are "reluctant"... Lou Cheng chuckled secretly, and the old man said: "Why do you think I said I would go there at two o'clock?"
Isn’t that just leaving time to drive home and pick up your things?
Yan Zheke turned his head in surprise, looked at Lou Cheng carefully for more than ten seconds with wide eyes, then smiled, raised the thumb of his other hand and said:
“Five-star review!”
I didn't even react...
What should I do? I feel like my IQ has been surpassed by Orange...
Bah bah bah, it’s nothing! It must be the reason why I’m sleepy now!
Thinking of this, she quickly changed the topic: "Then what should we eat for lunch..."
Before Yan Zheke finished speaking, he remembered something, took out his phone, unlocked the screen, lowered his head and pressed it. Lou Cheng did the same thing.
After a while, the girl shook her phone and suggested with a hint of ostentation:
"Let's eat this one. It's in a nearby business building. Cannes has been a seafood restaurant for decades."
This is a guide I took some time out from my busy studies!
After looking at the address, route and restaurant name displayed on the girl's side, Lou Cheng suddenly laughed. He also raised his phone and showed the screen, which showed exactly the same picture and the same words.
"What a coincidence! I also made a guide!" he said with a smile.
Yan Zheke took a closer look, and his smile suddenly turned into a flower.
The tacit understanding grew and the connection existed. The two of them swayed their hands clasped together and walked slowly along the route given by the map. They glanced at each other from time to time. They both smiled and turned to look to the side, surrounded by white snow on the branches.
, classmates come and go.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, Fighting Hobby Club.
Yan Zheke had already tied up her lively ponytail at home and put on a full set of martial arts uniforms with white background and black borders. She was pretty and youthful, and extremely beautiful. Her face was so radiant that she could see George and Wilton fighting.
The social classmate almost felt like she couldn't take her eyes away. She couldn't believe that it was "Sofia" who was usually old-fashioned and conservative.
Although the aesthetics of the two countries are different, their cultures have influenced each other for many years, and their true beauty can still be recognized.
Sophia's facial features are so exquisite, but her figure is too ordinary... George and Verdi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.
They are loyal fans of big breasts and fat buttocks, and think that Shan is very sexy. Relatively speaking, people like Yan Zheke are angels who appreciate her "calmly".
After chatting for a while, Lou Cheng, who understood his wife's thoughts, suggested some actual sparring.
"She?" George pointed at the slender Yan Zheke and blurted out in shock.
"Is there a problem?" Yan Zheke knew that she was being "discriminated" and felt a little itchy for a while.
Recalling "Ren" who looked like a comic character and a doll, George shook his head hurriedly and said:
"No, no problem!"
Lou Cheng laughed, raised his right hand, and announced the start.
George calmed down, put on a boxing stance, stepped tentatively, and punched. Yan Zheke's shoulders shook, and his arm turned into a gun, and stabbed his opponent's throat with a snap, forcing the enemy to raise his fist.
Shrink your head and defend yourself.
The joints bounced, the fascia stretched, and the girl launched the "Blizzard Twenty-Four Strikes". After three punches in a row, she suddenly swung her waist and hips, tightened her pants, and gave a low kick, which immediately made her a little confused.
George looked up and fell down, and was kicked brutally. He raised his right leg to block and swung back, causing his body to fall forward.
"Next." Lou Cheng stretched out his hand to support George and asked Wilton to continue.
The skills of this white classmate are probably only those of a third-level amateur, but his physical condition is good and his arm strength is strong. Taken together, he is probably at the level of a first-level amateur. Unfortunately, he was not able to show his strengths.
Wilton was a little weaker than George, but Yan Zheke, who had not used it for a long time, missed opportunities again and again to prolong the fight as much as possible, but there was no doubt about the result. He was hit by Yan Zheke's sliding punch that contained "meteor power"
, almost vomiting on the spot.
After Wilton came the white girl Colleen. Yan Zheke changed her style and incorporated all the insights she gained from watching Lou Cheng’s battle videos during this period into the competition.
After defeating five fighting club classmates in a row, her physical strength dropped significantly, and her energy was even worse. She had a thin sweat on her forehead, so she chose to stop and rest.
While Lou Cheng was using a towel to wipe the girl's sweat, he casually said to George Wilton:
"Are you from the Gruka school?"
"It used to be..." Wilton replied bitterly.
George added in the same tone: "Because we haven't been a fighting apprentice for several years, we left."
"What's the problem?" Lou Cheng asked with great interest.
"I have never been able to awaken my 'own spirit'." George sighed and stared at Lou Cheng expectantly, "Lou Cheng, do you think there is hope for us to learn Chinese martial arts?"
Without the ability to awaken the "own spirit", it will be more difficult to meditate... Of course, the martial arts systems are different and the emphasis is different. It is not impossible for them to achieve tranquility... Lou Cheng thought for a while and said: "Peace your mind, focus your spirit,
It can be said to be the premise of most martial arts and fighting schools, but everyone's methods are different. 'Gluka' combines self-hypnosis, 'Order' leaves worries to God, and our country's martial arts emphasizes daily polishing.
, get rid of distracting thoughts and seek peace of mind... If you can't do this, you can only place your hope in the results of modern scientific research or cult-like exercises."
"When we practice 'Gluka', we can become very quiet, but we still cannot feel the 'spirit of self' they call it." Wilton replied distressedly.
Is this because he is too defensive and instinctively resists self-hypnosis? Lou Cheng saw that more and more members of the fighting club gathered around him, and he pondered for a moment and said:
"Then I'll give you a punch and you guys can feel it."
After saying that, he took off his coat and let Yan Zheke hug him. He put on his airs, slowly punched his fist, and drew back his arms. There was nothing special about each move, and it was so slow that it had no practical effect.
George, Colleen and others looked at it blankly, not understanding why, but gradually, they felt that Lou Cheng's movements were like the gentle waves of the lake and the spreading clouds, making people involuntarily become quiet and unwilling to disturb the natural and harmonious operation.
, unwilling to disturb the inner peace.
Away from the hustle and bustle and the city, at this moment, they seemed to see the blue and deep sea and the sparkling waves under the moonlight.
Lou Cheng put away his slow fists and kicks, and the surroundings were silent, like a church that had just prayed.
"Everyone who just calmed down has hope." He smiled slightly, took the clothes from Yan Zheke and put them on, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to play a few more games? It's like taking a shower and going back?"
"Go back and wash it again. I forgot to bring shampoo, facial cleanser and so on..." The girl bit her lip and replied, feeling that today was the lowest point of her IQ.
Lou Cheng laughed in his throat, pulled the girl over, waved to George Wilton and others, and walked slowly towards the gate of the fighting club.
It was only then that George and the others woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, as if they had listened to a symphony that soothed people's hearts. The figures of Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke had disappeared at the door, and there was a faint whisper in Chinese:
"Is this what you gain from understanding the 'Deep Enemy Bingxin'?"
"Well, Coach Yan has a sharp eye."
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At the same time, a security company issued an early warning message to cooperating forces and individuals:
"Hua Guo, Wu Yuehui, Lou Cheng, appeared in Kangcheng, extremely dangerous level!"
In the "Louis Messers" fighting arena, a young man with black hair and brown eyes saw the news. The corners of his mouth turned up, full of interest, and his eyes shone like stars.
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