Seeing Lou Cheng's expression, Li Mao couldn't help but laugh. "Junior Brother Lou, don't be nervous. Being too nervous will affect your performance, resulting in stiff movements and distorted force. Of course, you have to be a little nervous during a martial arts competition. In our professional words, it stimulates the secretion of adrenaline. Therefore, a real martial artist must reach the level of 'tense but not panic'. Alas, I can't do it. I'm so nervous that my body trembles when participating in an amateur ranking event. Fortunately, my opponents were either too weak or even more nervous than me."
This was the experience of a senior brother. Lou Cheng expressed his gratitude with his eyes and kept it in mind. Then he took a deep breath to suppress his panic and put on the starting posture taught by Li Mao. His feet were straight and his back was slightly arched, like a wild cat ready to strike.
Li Mao also put on the starting posture and said calmly,
"Let me show you some moves."
After saying that, he took a step forward, put strength in his feet, twisted his waist, and punched his right hand toward Lou Cheng's neck. It was the simplest move, "Straight to the Middle Palace".
Lou Cheng subconsciously wanted to dodge and quickly dodged to the side. But at this moment, he suddenly tripped and lost his center of gravity. He didn't even have time to use the coordination and control ability of "Yin-Yang Stance" and fell to the ground.
At some point, Li Mao's right foot had followed and quietly kicked out. It was not above the ankle and blocked the direction of Lou Cheng's dodge.
"In a martial arts competition, it's not that you can't dodge and it's not that you have to face it head-on. But you must pay attention to the footwork and the opponent's movements. Tripping is a classic move. You just forgot your identity as a martial artist and dodged like an ordinary person. Your footwork was messed up and your eyes were only on my fist." Li Mao stretched out his right hand and pulled Lou Cheng up, pointing out his mistake. "Digest it and we'll continue."
Lou Cheng quietly pondered, recalling what had just happened and keeping the problem in mind. Then he put on the starting posture again.
This time, Li Mao approached with agile footwork. Lou Cheng opened his eyes wide and watched every move of his body.
Is it the right fist or the left fist?
Is it a kick or an elbow to the back?
If it's the right fist, how can I dodge with footwork?
If it's the left fist, will I have a chance to fight back?
…
Thoughts flashed through Lou Cheng's mind as he considered his own countermeasures. However, before he could think clearly, Li Mao had already closed in on him. With a spin of his feet, he stuck close to Lou Cheng's body. Then, with an elbow strike, Lou Cheng took two steps back. Although Li Mao didn't use much strength, it still made Lou Cheng's chest feel stuffy and painful.
Throughout the entire process, his thoughts were in chaos, and he was at a loss. He was even worse than the first time, and he couldn't even make a move to dodge.
.......... Lou Cheng was momentarily stunned.
Li Mao turned around and smiled, "Under normal circumstances, our thoughts are indeed faster. We can think of many things in a second, and our bodies can't keep up with our brains. However, during a duel, it's usually the brain that can't keep up with the body. We think too much, hesitate, and can't make a decision. This is the meaning of repeated practice, and the meaning of battle experience. It allows us to internalize most situations into our instincts, and when we need to observe and judge, we can quickly make a decision. Junior brother Lou, don't worry. Everyone is like this during their first duel. I was even worse than you back then."
. "" Sometimes it's easy to imagine a martial arts competition. "Lou Cheng laughed at himself. He understood where his problem lay.
Once again, he got into his starting position. Li Mao used the same technique again. He stepped forward and punched. The power started from his feet, went through his waist and went through his spine.
Lou Cheng learned his lesson from the previous two times. He quickly made a decision. He suddenly lowered his body and was about to throw himself at Li Mao's legs.
Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his back. Li Mao changed his fist into a palm and pressed down.
Lou Cheng's body was just about to leap forward, so he fell to the ground with a light push. He ate a mouthful of mud.
"Not bad. You maintained your footwork and made a quick decision. But you're still inexperienced. You can't predict the next changes." Li Mao praised Lou Cheng and pulled him up.
Lou Cheng was in a good mood. Being able to see his own progress was truly a pleasure in life. Therefore, he became more focused on the sparring session again and again. He slowly mastered the basic moves, the corresponding footwork, and the techniques of exerting force in actual combat.
…
"Class is almost over. This is the last time." Li Mao looked at the digital clock hanging on the wall of the martial arts gym.
Lou Cheng nodded. He went through what he had learned and the practice in his mind. He had an impulse to try to do something on his own initiative.
He stood still and visualized the Jindan in his lower abdomen. He half entered the state of Steadfast Mind. While feeling the subtle changes in his body, he kept an eye on Li Mao.
Li Mao smiled at Lou Cheng's cautiousness. He stepped forward and punched again.
Lou Cheng leaned his body and shifted his center of gravity to the right. Then he suddenly exerted force to change his muscles. He quickly adjusted his center of gravity to the left.
With a sidestep, he dodged Li Mao's fist. However, Li Mao's right leg that followed up with a kick to the left of his own body missed.
Chance!
Li Mao didn't withdraw his right foot. His center of gravity was unstable. This is the chance!
Lou Cheng lowered his shoulder and imitated Chen Changhua yesterday. He exerted force in his feet and bumped into Li Mao like a fierce bull.
Li Mao saw this and hurriedly jumped sideways with the help of his right foot. Then he blocked the side with his hands.
Bam!
Lou Cheng bumped into Li Mao, but he could only push Li Mao one step back. Then Li Mao grabbed his shoulder and stretched out his left foot. He tripped Lou Cheng again and fell.
Bam!
Lou Cheng fell to the ground. He didn't look like he was in pain. Instead, he looked a little happy because he had perfectly executed the expected action.
"Not bad. This is only our first sparring session, and you almost made me fail miserably." Li Mao walked over with a smile and pulled Lou Cheng up. "But you didn't have enough strength to make me lose my center of gravity."
Lou Cheng patted the dust off his body and laughed. "It's mainly because you used this move too many times. I had an idea."
He had only started training a few days ago. Obviously, the increase in strength couldn't appear out of thin air. Senior Li Mao didn't seem to realize that he had used the Yin-Yang Stance.
"Class is over. Go home and find your mothers." At this time, Geezer Shi blew the whistle and shouted, "Remember to be on time tomorrow."
"Well, let's go wash up in the locker room." Li Mao pointed at Lin Que's back. He was walking into the locker room.
In the Martial Arts Club, the locker room was a sacred place. Only qualified and permitted members could use it. If Lou Cheng didn't join the special training, he obviously couldn't enter.
All the facilities in the Martial Arts Club were funded by the school. Therefore, both the training field and the Strength Training Gym were open to the whole school. Only the locker room was off-limits. Of course, the training field and the Strength Training Gym were open to the whole school for a limited time so as not to disturb the practice of the Martial Arts Club members.
After the practice, Lou Cheng didn't have the mood to hang around with the rough guy Li Mao. He turned to look at Yan Zheke and found that she and Guo Qing seemed to have become friends. They were walking to the female locker room with a smile. Many male students were watching them covetously. They wanted to strike up a conversation but didn't dare to approach.
No wonder the Casanova said that when you took the first step to strike up a conversation, you had already won more than 80% of potential love rivals. 80% of guys didn't even dare to strike up a conversation. They could only watch from afar and act all kinds of touching feelings in their hearts …
After hinting to Li Mao that he had something to do, Lou Cheng quickened his pace and caught up with Yan Zheke and Guo Qing. He deliberately panted and said, "How was it? How was the practice? "
There were only a dozen members in the special training. Guo Qing saw Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke standing together before, so she didn't feel strange and just watched with a smile. As for Li Mao who was behind Lou Cheng, he shook his head and sighed that these people were more interested in the opposite sex than in humanity. He slowly walked to the male locker room not far away.
Yan Zheke pursed her lips and smiled. "I'm okay. You're more miserable. We saw you getting beaten up all the time."
"Yeah, it's my first practice. I'm a bit flustered." While talking, Lou Cheng suddenly frowned. He didn't feel the soreness until now. It should be the bruises caused by the practice just now.
Seeing this, Yan Zheke smiled and said, "Are there a lot of soreness?"
"Yes." Lou Cheng answered honestly.
"Is it because you don't have the medicine wine and ointment to remove bruises?" Yan Zheke smiled.
"Yes." Lou Cheng nodded honestly.
Yan Zheke slightly raised her chin and looked around. "I know you guys don't remember to prepare these things until you need to use them."
"Haha, that's why I'm called a rough man." Lou Cheng smiled and responded.
Yan Zheke chuckled, with some charm in her beauty. Then she said, "Wait a minute. I happen to have a jar of extra ointment made by a martial arts family. I guarantee that all your bruises will be gone by tomorrow."
"Okay, okay!" Lou Cheng was stunned and suddenly burst with joy.
Seeing Yan Zheke and Guo Qing walking into the female locker room, Lou Cheng had an impulse to hum a song. He laughed complacently, laughed complacently …
While laughing, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Strange gazes were cast at him from all directions.
He turned around and saw the group of boys who wanted to strike up a conversation but didn't dare to.
"Haha, how long can your enthusiasm last? Maybe you won't come to the special training tomorrow or the day after …" Lou Cheng criticized them silently.
A few minutes later, Yan Zheke came out with a dark brown glass jar in her hand. She handed it to Lou Cheng. "Apply this to the bruises and massage for five minutes to dissolve the medicine."
Lou Cheng took the ointment and said in an exaggerated tone, "Thank you, thank you. You are indeed the kind-hearted Yan Zheke!"
Yan Zheke spread out her hand. "30 yuan. You're welcome."
"Ah?" Lou Cheng was stunned with a blank face.
Yan Zheke smiled again and her eyes curved. "I'm kidding. You are really, really, haha."
Lou Cheng was infected by her smile and didn't feel embarrassed. After chatting for a while, they went back to their respective locker rooms.
The locker room was very large. There were three metal benches against the wall at the entrance for the members of the Martial Arts Club to rest, chat, arrange and explain their opponents during the competition. There were dozens of locked wardrobes on the opposite wall. Lin Que, Chen Changhua and other members of the special training of amateur rank had their own wardrobes. Lou Cheng and the others could only use temporary wardrobes.
After passing through this place, there were many cubicles. Each cubicle had a shower, a small compartment for toiletries and changing clothes. At the end of the cubicle was a toilet with three squatting seats.
Lou Cheng picked an open cubicle and was about to enter it when he saw Lin Que coming out from the side. He was drying his hair and walking forward.
Lou Cheng nodded and greeted him subconsciously. Lin Que also nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
"Lin Que doesn't look as arrogant as I thought …" Lou Cheng shook his head. He entered the cubicle, took off his clothes and turned on the shower.
It's great that I don't have to line up in the school bathroom!
After the shower, he took out the jar of ointment and began to apply it with a smile.
…
In the evening, Lou Cheng went back to the dormitory after class. After washing up, he planned to relax. He gathered Cai Zongming, Qin Mo, Tang Wen, Qiu Zhigao and the others to play a game online. He would chat with Yan Zheke after he went to bed. A perfect day would pass!
While he was enjoying the game, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw a strange number.
"Who is it?" Lou Cheng answered in confusion.
"Hello, Lou Cheng. It's time to go to bed. Prepare yourself for sleep." A hoarse voice came.
"Uh … It's, it's Geezer Shi …" Lou Cheng answered subconsciously, "Okay, okay."
"Damn, he's calling to supervise my sleep!
I can't live like this! "
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