"Lou!"
As Smith often called him that, Lou Cheng already had a reaction to it. However, when he looked in the direction of the voice, all he saw were two unfamiliar Caucasian students.
Sensing his gaze, George and Wilton got even more agitated. They blurted out a series of words and slang. Not only were they as fast as a machine gun, but they also interfered with each other. Lou Cheng, whose hearing was barely good enough, was confused. He could only vaguely make out the familiar words "King of Youth League."
However, the professional security guard, who had put some distance between them, understood most of it.
Hmm, that Asian boy is in the top four of the King of Youth League. He's the idol of those two students …
I wonder what competition it is … Looks like they're hardcore fans of Chinese culture. They're crazy about martial arts, which is more mysterious than martial arts …
The security guard gave his evaluation and thought highly of Lou Cheng. He took out his encrypted phone and started contacting the headquarters.
As a professional bodyguard, when an unknown person with a certain level of strength appeared around his employer, he had to carefully investigate the background of the person, prepare a plan, and guard against accidents.
"Participated in the King of Youth League. They call him 'Lou' …" He described Lou Cheng's surname with a similar pronunciation. "Please reply as soon as possible."
After sending the message, he held his phone in his hand and waited for a reply. He looked at Lou Cheng warily and observed his interaction with the students.
Just then, his phone buzzed and vibrated wildly. It almost broke free from its restraints and escaped.
The senior security guard picked it up and looked at it, only to see one shocking blood-red word after another on the screen:
"Very dangerous!"
"Do not approach!"
"Avoid him!"
"Stay away from him!"
…
Oh my god … The senior security guard froze for a few seconds and subconsciously put some distance between them.
When his brain finally understood the situation, he suppressed his fear and rushed into the classroom with his head down. He grabbed his employer and whispered, "Go. Go. Go! Go!"
Regardless of whether the other party had any ill intentions, leaving first was definitely the right thing to do!
Lou Cheng didn't notice this little interlude. After Yan Zheke's translation, he roughly understood that he had met two true fans. He returned their greetings with a smile.
Wilton, the freckled, brown-haired youth, praised him excitedly. At the end of it, he nervously extended an invitation.
"Are you free these days? Can you come visit our Martial Arts Hobby Club? It would be even better if you could tell us more about the mysteries of Chinese martial arts. "
George scolded his companion under his breath, feeling that he was too nervous to speak clearly, so he quickly added, "There's a martial arts club in Connecticut University, and we're one of the members. Everyone is very interested in Chinese martial arts, and we hope to get a more detailed introduction from you …"
Holding Yan Zheke's hand, Lou Cheng "heard" the girl's eager reaction when she heard the words "Martial Arts Hobby Club". He understood. Tilting his head, he chuckled and asked,
"Do you want to stretch your limbs?"
Ever since she came to the United States in August, other than her daily training and her occasional "guidance", Ke had not enjoyed a battle for a long time. For a martial artist who liked to participate in such activities, this was not something to be happy about.
With her husband by her side, she didn't need to think about anything else. Yan Zheke thought for a while and nodded "reluctantly" with her eyes shining.
"Then let's go take a look in the afternoon. There are no classes anyway."
"Alright." Lou Cheng turned to George and Wilton and smiled warmly. "How about this afternoon? We'll be there around two. "
"Alright! No problem! No problem at all! "The blonde youth, George, almost slid to his knees in celebration.
After getting the address, Lou Cheng waved to the two foreign fans and walked out of the campus hand in hand with Yan Zheke.
"Aiya!" As they walked, the girl suddenly stopped and blurted out in frustration, "I didn't bring my martial arts suit and shoes …"
How are you going to stretch your limbs?
Ke, you don't look like you're "reluctant" at all … Lou Cheng laughed inwardly and said calmly, "Why do you think I said we'll be there at two?"
Isn't it just to give us time to drive home and get our things?
Yan Zheke turned her head in surprise and stared at Lou Cheng with her eyes wide open for more than ten seconds. Then she broke into a smile and gave him a thumbs up.
"Five-star rating!"
I didn't even get it …
What should I do? I feel like Cheng has surpassed me in terms of intelligence …
Pooh pooh pooh! No way! It must be because I'm sleepy!
Thinking of this, she quickly changed the topic. "Then what are we having for lunch …"
Before Yan Zheke could finish, she remembered something. She took out her phone, unlocked the screen, lowered her head and started typing. Lou Cheng did the same.
After a while, the girl waved her phone and suggested a little proudly,
"Let's have this one. It's in a commercial building nearby. It's a seafood restaurant in Connecticut that has been operating for decades."
This is a guide I made in my spare time from studying!
Looking at the address, route and name of the restaurant on the girl's screen, Lou Cheng suddenly laughed and raised his phone to show her the screen. The same picture and the same words.
"What a coincidence! I made a guide too! "He said with a smile.
Yan Zheke focused her eyes and smiled like a flower.
The tacit understanding grew, and the two of them swung their hands together, following the route given by the map. They slowly walked forward, glancing at each other from time to time, and then smiled as they turned their heads to look to the side. Around them, white snow pressed down on the branches, and students walked back and forth.
Two o 'clock in the afternoon at the Martial Arts Hobby Club.
At home, Yan Zheke had already tied her hair into a ponytail and changed into a full set of white martial arts suit with black edges. She looked both youthful and charming, and her face was so radiant that George, Wilton, and the other martial arts club members couldn't take their eyes off her. They couldn't believe that it was the usually old-fashioned and conservative "Sophia".
Although the two countries had different aesthetic standards, their cultures had influenced each other for many years. True beauty was still recognized.
Sophia's features were exquisite, but her figure was too average … George and Wilton looked at each other and shook their heads.
They were loyal fans of big breasts and big buttocks. They found Susan very sexy. In comparison, Yan Zheke was an angel who could be appreciated with a calm mind.
After chatting for a while, Lou Cheng, who knew what his wife was thinking, suggested actual combat training.
"Her?" George pointed at the slender Yan Zheke and blurted out in shock.
"Is there a problem?" Yan Zheke knew that she was being discriminated against and felt a little annoyed.
Thinking of Ren, who looked like a cartoon character and a doll, George quickly shook his head.
"No, no problem!"
Lou Cheng laughed and raised his right hand to announce the start of the match.
George gathered his thoughts and got into a boxing stance. He took a few tentative steps and threw a punch. Yan Zheke shook her shoulder and turned her arm into a spear. With a snap, she stabbed at her opponent's throat, forcing him to raise his fist and shrink his head to defend himself.
With her joints springing and fascias stretching, the girl took advantage of the opportunity to launch 24 Blizzard Strikes. After three punches in a row, she suddenly swung her waist, tightened her trousers, and gave a low kick. George, who was already a little flustered, was suddenly kicked. He raised his right leg to block and swung back, and his body fell forward.
"Next." Lou Cheng reached out to support George and let Wilton take over.
This Caucasian student's skills were probably only of Amateur Third Pin, but his body condition was good and his arm strength was sufficient. Overall, he was probably of Amateur First Pin. It was a pity that he couldn't make full use of his strength.
Wilton was slightly weaker than George, but Yan Zheke, who hadn't used her skills for a long time, let go of one opportunity after another to prolong the match. However, the result was not in doubt. Wilton was hit by her sliding punch that contained Meteor force and almost vomited on the spot.
The Caucasian girl, Colleen, was next. Yan Zheke changed her style and applied what little she learned from watching Lou Cheng's battle videos into the match.
After defeating five students in a row, her physical strength was obviously depleted. Her spirit was even worse. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She chose to stop and rest.
Lou Cheng helped her wipe her sweat with a towel and asked George and Wilton casually,
"You're from Geruga Sect, right?"
"We used to be …" Wilton answered bitterly.
George explained in the same tone, "We left because we couldn't become combat apprentices for a few years."
"What's the problem?" Lou Cheng asked curiously.
"We couldn't awaken our 'own spirit'." George sighed and looked at Lou Cheng expectantly. "Lou, do you think there's hope for us to learn Chinese martial arts?"
If we can't awaken our own spirit, then it's more difficult to practice still stance … Of course, different martial arts systems focus on different aspects. It's not impossible for them to enter meditation … Lou Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Calming the mind and focusing on the mind are the prerequisites of most martial arts and combat sects. However, everyone's methods are different. Geruga combines self-hypnosis, Mission Sect leaves their worries to God, and our country's martial arts emphasizes daily practice to get rid of distracting thoughts and seek for peace of mind … If you can't do this, you can only place your hopes on modern scientific research or cult-like martial arts."
"When we practice Geruga, we can become very quiet, but we can't feel our own spirit," Wilton answered bitterly.
Is it because our awareness is too strong and we instinctively resist self-hypnosis? Lou Cheng saw that more and more martial arts club members had gathered around. He pondered for a moment and said,
"Then I'll do a few moves and you guys can feel it."
After that, he took off his jacket and let Yan Zheke hold it. He got into a stance and slowly punched and pulled back his arm. There was nothing special about his moves and moves, and they were so slow that they were useless in actual combat.
George, Colleen, and the rest watched blankly, not knowing what was going on. Gradually, they felt that Lou Cheng's movements were like the gentle surface of a lake or the unfolding of clouds. They couldn't help but become quiet, unwilling to disturb the natural harmony or disturb the peace in their hearts.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at this moment, they seemed to see the deep blue sea and the sparkling waves under the moonlight.
When Lou Cheng stopped his slow punches and kicks, the surroundings were as silent as a church that had just finished praying.
"There's hope for those who were quiet just now." He smiled, took his jacket from Yan Zheke and put it on. He whispered, "Do you want to fight a few more rounds, or do you want to shower and go home?"
"I'll shower at home. I forgot to bring shampoo and facial cleanser …" The girl bit her lip and replied. She felt that her IQ was at its lowest today.
Lou Cheng laughed, pulled the girl over, waved to George and the rest, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the martial arts club.
It was only then that George and the rest woke up from their daze, as though they had just heard a symphony that cleansed their hearts. Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke's figures had already disappeared at the entrance, leaving behind some whispers in Chinese.
"Is this the result of your understanding of Enemy Heart Freezing Move?"
"Yeah, Coach Yan has a good eye."
…
At the same time, a security company sent out a warning to its partners.
"China, Wuyue Club, Lou Cheng, has appeared in Connecticut. Extremely dangerous!"
"Lou?" In the Msasi Martial Arts Club, a black-haired, brown-eyed young man saw the news. His lips curled into a smile, and his eyes shone like the stars in the sky.
PS: Looking for monthly votes on the last day! Oh right, something might happen in the afternoon, but it hasn't been decided yet. If I don't update at 7, then it will be at 11 …
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