In an instant, there were whistles, all of them were ready to watch the excitement, and they just wanted to see how this classmate Chen was made to the ground by Coach Ah Ling.

Feng Ling only glanced at him, and directly took a step back to make way for him: "Let's start." ”

Chen Beitian stepped forward, his movements were clean and neat, it was a standard posture of a good student, every movement was very inverted, and all of them were taught by her, his long arm stretched out and directly grabbed Feng Ling's arm, and when Feng Ling tried to find a loophole between his movements, he suddenly pulled her in front of him.

Feng Ling instantly raised his eyes to look at him because of his sudden posture of not following the standard movements, and was about to push the person away, but he moved the hand that was originally held on her arm forward, and suddenly buckled it on her left shoulder, and at the moment when her face suddenly changed, he suddenly put her on his shoulder, and put her on his shoulder in a shocked gaze for about ten seconds, and deliberately did not let Feng Ling struggle, and turned in place several times before throwing her backwards to the soft cushion on the ground.

The mat is soft, and it doesn't matter if you fall, but while throwing the person to the ground, Chen Beitian regretted it again, afraid that she would hurt from falling, so he turned around and wanted to pull her, but Feng Ling was angry and wanted to kick him away in an instant.

In such a tearing and arguing with each other, her movements were unstable, and he was also unstable, so the whole person fell directly and pressed her.

Seeing that the cold-faced female coach was knocked down on the spot, the whistles around her were even more around, accompanied by various exclamations of "lying in the groove".

Chen Beitian himself was also stunned, which he did not expect.

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

Chen Beitian looked at her, with a little emotion and a little sorry in his eyes, and was about to reach out to pull her up when he got up, but Feng Ling didn't even glance at his hand, and got up directly on the spot, and asked coldly: "How do you know that I have an injury on my shoulder?

"It's the first few times I've seen you every time your left shoulder is touched, it seems that it doesn't look very comfortable eight times out of ten, although I'm not sure if it's an old injury or what, but with my current beginner ability, if I want to successfully give you an over-the-shoulder fall, I can only pick your weakness to make a force, although it is despicable, but at least it is also a means of hand-to-hand combat, this is what you once said in class, have you forgotten?" Chen Bei looked at her without changing his face.

Feng Ling was speechless for a while, didn't say anything more, only raised his hand and motioned for him to go back and stand up.

After this class, the head coach and head of the martial arts hall arranged a celebration banquet for her winning the national melee women's championship.

Originally, Feng Ling went wearing a mask, and she didn't say her real name, and she just gave a code name, but it was 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, just classes every day, rest, class, rest, life seemed to have lost its goal, and it was very numb, the head coach saw her situation, and asked her if she wanted to try to play, she has been preparing for the game for the past two months, and often trains by herself, and now after winning the championship, she doesn't know what she should do.

The so-called celebration banquet is nothing more than eating and drinking together.

Her alcohol consumption was as bad as ever, but she had been working outside for so long, and she had to drink a few glasses more or less in response to the scene, and when everyone had eaten and drunk well, she refused to let anyone else take her home, and took a taxi back to her current residence in Boston.

She only drank a few glasses of wine at night, but she was not drunk, at most she had a faint smell of wine on her body, and she was slightly drunk.

Walked into a student apartment building between Polytechnic and Harvard University, entered the elevator, and pressed the number of fifteen floors.

This is where she has rented for the past two years, a small apartment of about fifty square meters, the environment is not bad, and because it is rented to international students all year round, the price is relatively not too expensive, and the surrounding living environment is not particularly luxurious, and the life here is very peaceful.

Get out of the elevator, get the keys, open the door, enter the door, turn on the lights, throw down the bag, kick off the shoes, all in one go, and then it's another night of sitting on the couch in a quiet daze.

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

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

There is 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 he is finally alive like everyone else, but he has lost his original self.

The night was getting deeper, Feng Ling was not sleepy on the sofa, got up and took a shower, and when he came out, he sat on the sofa while wiping his hair and turned on the TV, dialed a station casually, and parked it on a stage with entertainment programs, and didn't watch much of the content, he could only hear the laughter of the audience under the stage, and in this way there was some lively movement in the whole quiet room.

After brushing her hair, she put her hand on her shoulder.

This is where she was bitten by a snake during that mission in Snake Valley, and although it is said to be an old injury, it is actually no longer painful.

She didn't know why, she didn't feel any pain at all, or even felt it at all, but as soon as she was touched, her heart felt like it was torn and suddenly hurt fiercely.

It's not comfortable anywhere.

So the inexplicable wonder becomes a reflection of instinct.

The place on her shoulder where a small white cross flower was left became her sensitive point and could not be touched.

It's like a piece of heart.

The mobile phone rang on the coffee table at this time, Feng Ling pulled his hair that was not yet dry twice, picked it up casually, glanced at the number of the caller, and picked it up.

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

Feng Ling's movements paused, and instead of explaining, he asked rhetorically, "How can you be sure that it is me?"

"It's not completely sure, it's just that I feel, in my limited cognition, a girl who is so powerful and so clean and neat, it seems that I can only think of you, and I think that height is about the same as you, plus, that code name zero, although this zero is not the other Ling, but for my understanding of you, I think this zero must be you. ”

Feng Ling smiled lightly: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, maybe it's really not me." ”

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