Since eating the meal where a colleague took the manuscript fee to entertain guests, a secret competition without gunpowder smoke quietly began among Qian Wenlin's colleagues.

"Everyone teaches Chinese, and you can write casually to pass the draft, and this kind of extra money for nothing doesn't make money......

The words of that colleague who drank and spit out the truth are deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

The underlying logic of this sentence is that if you can't just write and write, you are not worthy of teaching Chinese.

It hurts so much.

It's no longer a question of making extra money, it's a matter of proving professionalism!

Therefore, Qian Wenlin and other Chinese teachers who had never published articles began to write and submit articles in secret.

But in fact, there is no necessary connection between teaching Chinese and writing, and a Chinese teacher does not have to be a writer, and a writer may not be a good Chinese teacher.

If you ask a writer to do the reading comprehension of his own work, he may not get a high score, and he may even answer the question "what the writer is trying to say in this passage" incorrectly.

Therefore, everyone's submissions are either lost in the sea, or they frequently receive jack-of-all-trades rejection emails.

It is impossible to say that there is no weakness and frustration at all.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and after many researches, explorations, and accumulation, Qian Wenlin finally got the ideal result.

"Hello Mr. Lin Wen, I have submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, and I am currently waiting in line for the editor-in-chief to review and finalize the manuscript, and the result will be available within three working days, and I will contact you at that time."

"Lin Wen" is the pen name of Qian Wenlin's submission, he has learned about the submission process on the Internet, read other people's replies, as long as the editor passes and reminds the revision, then 99% is passed.

Although it is inevitable that I am anxious to publish the article as soon as possible and get the manuscript fee for treats, my heart has finally settled down.

Our old money can be regarded as proving itself.

In the end, he asked the editor with a try-out attitude: "Can the name be changed to "Porcelain Wedding" or "20 Years of Marriage"? ”

Editor: "No, this one is fine now. ”

Qian Wenlin: "Okay. ”

……

"I've been married for almost 5 years, and I don't even have a girlfriend now, can't I say it, you don't care about the company, and let me come alone?"

In Beijing, in a hotel, Zhang Xianger was lying on the bed in pajamas, and a tall and thin young man with glasses stood at the head of the bed and complained about him, it was Zhang Xianxue, the general manager of Shanshi Group and Zhang Xianger's eldest brother.

"Brother, how many times have I told you, I want to keep practicing as a child, and it is not suitable to get married for the time being, this is what Mr. Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of this sect, has said a long time ago, and I have video materials to prove it."

"And what did that girl just get out of your room do?"

"A single bedmate, this is a shared hotel, we just booked the same bed."

"What about that?" Zhang Xianxue stretched out his hand and pointed to the small blue cardboard box on the bedside table.

"Haha, that's right, this is what I said about keeping the body of a child, as long as I have its protection, I can always keep the body of a child."

"This is also what Zhang Sanfeng said? As long as you wear a condom, it will not be broken? ”

Zhang Xianxue's expression had reached the point where he couldn't bear it anymore, "Xiao Xiang, do you think I'm stupid?" Does it make sense for you to get stuck with me for this kind of bug? ”

Zhang Xianger saw that his eldest brother's expression had changed, and he no longer added fuel to the fire, and laughed.

"Actually, according to Dad's meaning, I don't have to talk nonsense with you today, I just pull you down from the bed and kick you to finish the job."

"But brother, you can't beat me." Zhang Xianger said weakly.

Zhang Xianxue laughed: "Yes, I can't beat you, I forgot, you are a martial arts master, a generation of grandmasters, you know Taijiquan, so let's do it, you come and beat me!" ”

Zhang Xianxue said, walked to the head of the bed, stretched his head in front of Zhang Xianger, and pointed to his head: "You hit here, use Tai Chi, hit hard." ”

"Brother, brother, brother...... I was wrong, I was wrong......" Zhang Xianger hurriedly surrendered.

Even though he is already a martial arts master, facing that kind of innate bloodline suppression still makes Zhang Xianger's heart empty.

Zhang Xianxue stood up straight and began to output: "I'll be honest, think about it, I really hope that you can knock me down with one punch, in this case, I don't have to worry about the company, and I don't have to ask about family matters."

"What kind of affection goes back and forth, ushering in and sending, it's all about me, I can also travel all over the world, eat delicious food, see beautiful women......"

Zhang Xianger interrupted: "Look at beautiful women? ”

"Look at your sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"It's fine."

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, and now I'll give you two choices: one is to come to work in the company; The second is to marry Hu Xiaoru, choose one. ”

"Eh, brother, we didn't say that before, my competition is not over yet."

"Do you think I'm going to mess around? It's a competition, you've already lost two games, I'm giving you a way out now, don't be there, you have to get married and come to work again. ”

"That's not good, brother, no matter what, I'm going to win that little Japan, otherwise, how can I see Master?"

"You want to go on your own?"

Zhang Xianger shook his head: "No, I still have a killer weapon that is useless, I will go to Zhonghai today, invite him here, and teach that little Japan a good lesson." ”

"Then you get up quickly, I'll arrange a plane for you to pick you up, if you still play tricks this time, you will bear the consequences."

"Roger!"

……

In the afternoon, Shanghai Normal University.

Qian Quan, who had finished class, was walking to the dormitory with his roommates when a familiar figure stopped him.

Zhao Baiyu.

Qian Quan walked over under the complicated gaze of his roommate.

"Hey." Qian Quan said hello.

Zhao Baiyu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, the sudden attack, the main reason is that I didn't have a chance to talk to you alone yesterday, so I took the liberty to visit." ”

"It's okay, I just finished class, what's the matter?"

"No, I just want to thank you in person, and then give you a small gift." Zhao Baiyu said and took out a red butterfly knife.

Qian Quan originally wanted to say that your father had already thanked me, but when he saw that it was a butterfly knife, he took it.

"This knife is very chic." Qian Quan is proficient in eight slashes, and this short weapon can be played when he has it.

"This is my dad asked someone to customize for me, a total of two."

"It also feels good." Qian Quan praised, "Then I will be disrespectful." ”

"Hmm." Zhao Baiyu nodded, "In addition, I have one more thing to ask for, I don't know if you can agree." ”

"You say."

"If I have time in the future, can I ask you for advice on kung fu?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome, we're also fated, and we're half a fellow countryman."

"Hmm." Seeing Qian Quan's promise, Zhao Baiyu smiled.

After giving the gift, thanking him, and saying a few more words, Zhao Baiyu left.

Qian Quan went back to the bedroom and put his things, and went to find Bai Yuanzhi again, and today he was going to shoot a video of the weapon battle.

Qian Quan's eight slashing knives against Bai Yuanzhi Taiji Sword.

"Uncle Xiao came over today and said that he would take you to the capital to compete with Shimizu Ichiro."

Before the official shooting, Bai Yuanzhi told Qian Quan the news.

"He messaged me too."

"Speaking of that Juhe, have you understood it before?"

"No, just go back and search the Internet to find out what's going on."

“…… Sounds like a bit of a sloppy preparation. ”

Qian Quan smiled: "It's not hasty, you don't want to watch real video science, you go to the Internet to search for relevant film and television dramas to watch, and then evaluate whether you can win the male protagonist in it."

"For example, if I can win Zatoichi, are you still worried that I won't be able to win Ichiro Shimizu?"

"You, are you sure you can win Zatoichi?" Bai Yuanzhi actually watched the movie about it.

"It's hard to say, I haven't fought again." Qian Quan said it lightly, as if if he had a chance to win if he really fought a game.

“……”

Bai Yuanzhi was really a little shocked, if it was someone else, even if it was her little uncle, she felt that the other party was bragging and saying big things, but Qian Quan said this, and the credibility was very high.

A real person competes with a fictional god-level swordsman in terms of force value, which is also too weird, even weirder than whether Lu Bu can beat Qiao Feng.

"Literary and artistic works come from life and are higher than life, and the same is true for the setting of force, we estimate the opponent in the highest, and we will suffer a lot less when we fight."

"That's not the point...... Bai Yuanzhi complained silently, and then said, "Can I see your Eight Slash Technique first?" ”

"Of course," Qian Quan looked left and right, found a pen on the table, walked over and picked it up, "I'll use this pen as a knife and show you." ”

"What?" Bai Yuanzhi was stunned.

"You attack me with a sword, and I will use a pen as a knife to break your sword."

"That's not good, it's too ......" Bai Yuanzhi refused.

Qian Quan said: "The eight chopping knives are not the name of the knife, but the knife method, both knives and single knives, practice to a certain level, there is no difference whether there is a knife in the hand or not, all kinds of handy appliances in life, or the palm knife can be used as eight chopping knives."

"You think so, you and Zhang Yining play table tennis, what's the difference between her holding a racket and holding the soles of her shoes?"

"Eh, you......" Bai Yuanzhi choked on her throat with a word.

Qian Quan hurriedly smiled and explained: "Senior sister, I'm really not mocking, the Eight Chopping Knife follows the law of the Yongzi Eight Laws, so it is called the Eight Chopping Knife, but if you want to learn and demonstrate, it is most appropriate to use a pen." ”

"Okay......"

The two put on protective clothing.

Bai Yuanzhi held the long sword, and Qian Quan held the pen.

Confrontation for a moment.

Brush~

Bai Yuanzhi stabbed out with a sword.

Qian Quan avoided it, and the pen slashed towards the sword.

While!

Bai Yuanzhi's long sword almost got out of his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, he pulled a sword flower, and heard a "dang" sound, and Qian Quan's pen was stabbed on the sword.

Bai Yuanzhi's long sword lost control again.

This is the end of the competition.

Weapon competition is not the same as fists and feet, you can't fight, and losing one hand is fatal.

Wing Chun says that "there is no double hair in the knife, and there is no two rings in the stick", and the most straightforward understanding is that the knife and stick competition, one move determines the winner or loser, and one move hits the vital point, and there is no room for the second move.

"In fact, many little-known body shapes, footwork, boxing principles and moves of Wing Chun are summarized in the Eight Chopping Method, of which the most subtle thing about the Eight Chopping Technique is its positioning."

Qian Quan put away his pen and began to popularize science.

Bai Yuanzhi already realized that the gap between her swordsmanship and Qian Quan's swordsmanship might be even greater than the gap between her and Zhang Yining's table tennis skills, so don't compare it anymore and start recording videos.

At least in the process of filming the video, she can lead the process and can press the money throughout the process.

After the footage of a video was filmed, the two discussed how to edit, and Zhang Xianger's phone called.

"Second brother, I'm at your school."

Money and power shared a seat in the past.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xianger, wearing sunglasses and shaving his beard, appeared.

After meeting, he gave Qian Quan a big hug first, and then asked, "Are you finished filming the video?" ”

"Yes."

"Eh, I missed it, make up two shots for me, come second brother, let's pretend to compare twice."

"Today's shooting is weapon science, next time." Bai Yuanzhi was helpless.

"Is the weapon popular, Wing Chun Eight Chop? I'll take a look, I'll see. ”

Bai Yuanzhi played the footage video to Zhang Xianger.

Qian Quan in the video is still in charge of tricks, and there is no performance against the sky.

Zhang Xianger touched his chin, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Xiaobai, second brother, in the future, we will still have our own opinions, you two are still senior sisters and younger brothers, don't change seniority." ”

"We haven't changed." Bai Yuanzhi said.

"That's good, in this way, if you want to be together in the future, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Uncle Junior!" Bai Yuanzhi's face turned red to the root of her ears.

Qian Quan shook his head helplessly

"You see for yourself, how well you two cooperate together, it's a match made in heaven, you didn't feel it when you made the video?"

Bai Yuanzhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned off the video with a red face.

"Don't talk nonsense, say one more thing, you go and compete with Shimizu Ichiro yourself." Qian Quan stopped.

"Okay, let's not talk about it," Zhang Xianger took out his mobile phone, "I'll show you the first two competitions, this little Japan has something, and it's all about solving the battle within two moves." ”

Qian Quan took the phone, looked at it carefully, then returned the phone to Zhang Xianger and asked, "When will I call him?" Where to fight? ”

"The location is in the capital, and we will set the time."

"Then tonight, it's just tomorrow weekend, I'll take a trip to the capital by the way."

"Don't you need to prepare?"

"No, you don't."

"Alright, I'll make an appointment with them."

Zhang Xianger saw that the money was in his hands, and he was immediately full of confidence.

He didn't know who to call, and after finishing the call, he said to Qian Quan: "At 8 o'clock in the evening, the Wulun Kendo Hall." ”

"No problem."

"Then let's go, dinner is ready on the plane." Zhang Xianger said, looking at Bai Yuanzhi, "Xiaobai, do you want to be together?" ”

Of course, Bai Yuanzhi wanted to see this level of competition, but she was worried that Uncle Xiao would make a joke about her and Qian Quan.

"Let's do it together." Zhang Xianger invited again, "Don't worry, I will never mention ......"

Bai Yuanzhi nodded in agreement.

The three of them went to the airport together and flew to the capital on Zhang Xianger's private jet.

This is the first time Qian Quan has taken a private jet, how to say it, it reminds him of an interview with a super-rich man.

The reporter asked the rich: "Are you happy to be super-rich?" ”

The rich man laughed and said, "It's definitely happier than being super poor." ”

On the plane, Zhang Xianger asked the flight attendant to prepare dinner.

When Qian Quan saw the stainless steel chopsticks in the dinner tableware, he paused, and then smiled inexplicably.

At 7 o'clock, the plane landed at the Beijing Airport.

At 7:45, Qian Quan, Bai Yuanzhi and Zhang Xianger rushed to the Wulun Kendo Hall.

Shimizu Ichiro arrived early, he was sitting on the futon and meditating with his eyes closed, as if he was brewing knife intent, and a blue-black Iai knife was quietly placed beside him.

Immovable and unshakable, his body is like a boulder. One person, one knife, as if one.

At 7:55, Ichiro Shimizu opened his eyes.

At 7:58, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan changed into protective clothing.

At 8 o'clock, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan walked to the center of the kendo hall.

At the same time, all the visitors sat down one by one, nervously looking forward to the next competition.

"Where's your knife?" Ichiro Shimizu speaks fluent Chinese.

Qian Quan flipped his right hand, and a stainless steel chopsticks appeared in front of everyone.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"What do you mean?" Shimizu Ichiro asked.

"You win my chopsticks, I'll change the knife again."

As soon as the words fell, a murmuring Japanese suddenly sounded at the scene, and it was a Japanese on the sidelines reminding Shimizu Ichiro of something.

"He said you were a psychological tactic." Zhang Xianger interprets at the same time.

Qian Quan smiled silently.

"Okay, I promise you." Shimizu Ichiro said.

At 8:02, the competition began.

Shimizu Ichiro squatted diagonally, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand, his eyes staring at Qian Quan like a falcon.

Juhe slash, pay attention to the instant draw of the knife to control the enemy, one hit kills, its drawing needs to cooperate with the scabbard.

Because there is a small mechanism at the scabbard of the Iai knife, the knife player has a small knife pushing action in his left hand before drawing the knife, which is called "carp mouth cutting".

In addition, when the knife player draws the knife, the left hand will pull the scabbard back at the same time, which can not only make the knife quickly draw, but also form a resistance between the scabbard and the blade, so that the blade will start to accelerate forward at the moment of withdrawal, instead of moving forward at a uniform speed.

The specific principle can refer to playing watermelon, before playing watermelon, you must first clasp the middle finger with your thumb, and then pop it out.

Qian Quan held chopsticks in his right hand and also observed Shimizu Ichiro's footwork.

At 8:04, Shimizu Ichiro moved like fire, and rushed forward, and almost at the same time, the long knife came out of its sheath like lightning and swung towards Qian Quan.

Qian Quan did not move, twisted his body to avoid the blade, and at the same time changed the chopsticks from his right hand to his left hand from behind, swung them up obliquely from the bottom, and slammed the blade with a brush.

While~

A heart-wrenching voice rang out.

Shimizu Ichiro's blade fell, and his body was also slightly leaned forward by the knife.

The next moment, Qian Quan's chopsticks stopped strangely at his throat.

The audience was silent.

"Good !!" Zhang Xianger was the first to call out.

Immediately, the scene became noisy.

At 8:05, the competition ended.

Qian Quan, Zhang Xianger and Bai Yuanzhi left the Wulun Kendo Gym.

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