"I remember!" Chen Yuanli didn't want to disturb the competition in the ring, so he lowered his voice and whispered to Leng Jia: "Wen Qian also founded a club organization at Tunghai University, and its name is SCP......"

Leng Jia questioned: "Isn't it called the Star Spirit Game Club?" ”

Chen Yuanli looked at the ring and thought: "That's the nickname given by the students, because the original meaning of Chinese's full name is really too weird, it's called ServiceCompanyProfessional...... I don't think that's what it means, but after all this time, I still don't understand what this club is doing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"As a partner of Wen Qianyi, I thought you knew a lot." Leng Jia's mind moved, and she pretended to ask unintentionally, "Xiao Chen, the two of us have known each other for so many years, and I have always treated you as a younger brother, is there any secret to hide from my sister?" ”

Chen Yuanli shook his head, stared at Leng Jia, smiled and said, "When the time is right, I will definitely tell you." ”

"When?"

"It's not something I can decide." Chen Yuanli said calmly.

These few words aroused Leng Jia's unbearable curiosity in his heart. She knew that Chen Yuanli thought she didn't know anything, but in fact, in Jinjiang Fight Club, she overheard a lot of very crucial information.

Leng Jia narrowed the distance between him and Chen Yuanli, and the breath in his mouth spit on Chen Yuanli's ears, tickling people's hearts. Her lips opened slightly, and she whispered two words in an extremely calm tone.

"Xuanmen."

She obviously noticed that Chen Yuanli's body suddenly stiffened, and her expression did not change, but this subconscious nervousness was enough to prove a lot of things.

Leng Jia looked at Chen Yuanli's shocked and uncertain appearance with a smile, but she didn't talk more.

Chen Yuanli took a deep breath and reluctantly put his mind back on the competition in front of him.

"I admit ......defeat," a man in his mid-thirties threw down his wooden sword in frustration and made a fist clenching gesture as he learned from the movie, he said helplessly.

"Your swordsmanship is so good, it would be a pity if you didn't go to the Olympics to earn a few gold medals for our country. How many years have South Korean sticks monopolized this project, and we 1.3 billion Chinese people just can't find one that can compare. ”

"Feel free to practice." Bian Zengxin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The sword competition is a very physically demanding sport, and anyone who has experienced so many strenuous exercises in a row must be to put down the props and find a place to drink some water and rest when they are free.

But Cheng Dong, the coach of the Toyo Dokan, found that the new student's right hand had been holding the wooden sword all the time, and he had no intention of letting go at all, as if nothing could be more important than the sword in his hand.

He came to Cheng Dong, bowed deeply and said, "Master Cheng, thank you for your generosity and understanding, allowing me to hone my skills here. ”

Cheng Dong took a deep look at Bian Zengxin's strange posture holding the sword, shook his head and said, "It's okay. You should be tired by now, right? Put down the sword. ”

Hearing the reminder, Bian Zeng Xin reacted and walked towards the shelf where the wooden sword was placed. The students who passed by along the way opened a short distance with Bian Zengxin. His expression was extremely solemn and precious, and with a click, he carefully placed the wooden sword in place.

"A real master." Someone muttered quietly.

"I don't know which swordsmanship master I studied with, Huaguo martial arts is becoming more and more lonely, and it is rare to see such a powerful character from a non-Oriental school."

joked next to him: "Maybe I learned it in a martial arts novel, look at his posture, it makes people feel scared to watch, I don't dare to fight him." It doesn't look like a competition at all, it's a bit of a battlefield killing. ”

This joke made the atmosphere much more depressing.

They are more or less insiders, and anyone who has seen Bian Zengxin's swordsmanship has a deep feeling - this is definitely not a deliberately ostentatious showmanship in the movie, but more like a killing skill honed in the real fight and battle.

Leng Jia heard a round, and became more and more curious, walked over, and said hello: "You are a student of Tunghai University?" ”

Bian Zengxin glanced at Leng Jia in amazement, and suddenly felt a little unnaturally restrained, he nodded and said, "Well, junior year." ”

Leng Jia blinked: "Wen Qian also taught you?" ”

"It's not...... Uh, do you know the regimental leader? Bian Zengxin's psychological precautions suddenly dropped a lot.

"It's familiar," Leng Jia skillfully controlled the rhythm of the conversation, pursed her lips and smiled, with a slight tone of envy and admiration: "There are not many people who are interested in swordsmanship now...... Oh, by the way, I heard Master Cheng say that you only came recently, what is the purpose of sword practice? ”

"That is, the movie is going to be used, and the club crew lacks a martial arts instructor, so I want to play some role in the club." Bian Zengxin scratched his head shyly, his eyes were turned to one side, and he didn't dare to look directly into Leng Jia's eyes.

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Leng Jia faintly noticed that she seemed to have captured some kind of unstrict subtext in this sentence, and there was a strange sense of familiarity, but she couldn't guess it for a while. She could only guess that Bian Zengxin definitely had secrets related to Wen Qianyi.

Anything that is also associated with meekness...... Leng Jia will not let it go easily.

She felt that the conversation could end here, and that any further questioning would surely alert the young man.

Leng Jia got up to say goodbye to Cheng Dong and prepared to leave the Toyo Daoguan.

"That's leaving?" Chen Yuanli couldn't understand what Leng Jia did for a while.

Leng Jia glanced at him: "Your kid is free, hurry up and find that little minister surnamed Liu." ”

"I have nothing to do with Liu Ke!" Chen Yuanli defended, and then watched Leng Jia take his car keys, step into the driver's seat of the Ferrari 488, and go away with the hum of the engine.

Leng Jia thought for a moment and dialed a phone call.

"Help me investigate a student named Bian Zengxin at Tunghai University, I want to know who he has been in contact with recently and what he has done."

She returned home, and two hours later, she received a compressed file called "Findings" in her email.

Leng Jia unzipped the file and got a WORD document, as well as 4 video clips.

The WORD document mentions that Bian Zengxin is extremely introverted, and has been living a life of school clubs, Internet cafes and Toyo Dokan in the past half a month, and there are high-definition camera shots from Internet cafes in the video footage, which clearly shows Bian Zengxin's actions in the Internet café.

The angle of the camera is just behind Bian Zengxin, but the picture on the computer screen cannot be seen clearly in the surveillance video.

She browsed the video and found that Bian Zengxin seemed to have a habit of ADHD. This man often sits in front of the computer while his two hands subconsciously gesturing in mid-air.

"It's a familiar move—"

Leng Jia's eyes widened suddenly, she suddenly recalled Zeng Xin's trick to defeat the opponent when she was in the Toyo Dokan, and the movements on her arms seemed to be exactly the same?

She hurriedly clicked on the other three videos and found a striking commonality.

"This person is practicing sword moves against the computer?" Leng Jia was a little difficult to understand this strange train of thought.

Although Bian Zengxin found a separate private room by himself every time, he couldn't practice in an Internet café, and even the small park and the road were much more reliable than the Internet café.

Then Leng Jia found a strange place.

The total length is two and a half hours, and in dozens of shooting clips, no matter what clothes Bian Zengxin is wearing or what movements he is practicing, similar patterns are always displayed on the computer screen - Leng Jia can't recognize them for a while.

She sent an email address to the investigator and asked, "What programs did he run in the Internet café?" ”

Didi――

The email was quickly replied to.

"Hmm...... An unpopular game called Abyss Heroes EX. (To be continued.) )