Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios In the morning mist, Lou Cheng glanced at Jiang Fei, who was standing with his eyes closed. He rubbed his thumb and index finger, and an orange-red flame flickered in the chilly wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.
Bam!
Lou Cheng shook his arm and tightened his muscles. He lashed out like a whip, tearing the airflow and suppressing the sound of the wind. Then, the flame was extinguished, extinguished …
It was extinguished by the wind caused by the relative movement!
"Judging from the current strength of the flame and the difficulty of maintaining it, I can't strike first and then attack. I have to match the two together." Lou Cheng confirmed a previous guess.
He didn't name his own special ability 'lighter' purely out of bad taste. It also contained an important characteristic, which was that the activation of the flame required a process of activating the heat flow in the body. It couldn't purely rely on one's will. It was just like how a lighter had to have a 'strike' action!
Usually, Lou Cheng would use the action of rubbing his fingers to ignite the flame. However, it was obviously not suitable for actual combat unless he had the right time, place and people.
After some consideration, he planned to combine the force of an ordinary attack with the ignition of the flame. He adjusted his breath slightly, raised his right arm, twisted his waist and threw a downward punch.
The flame was ignited and wrapped around his fist. However, it was immediately extinguished by the wind while he was chopping down. Extinguished, extinguished …
Lou Cheng scratched his head awkwardly and glanced at Jiang Fei again. Seeing that Jiang Fei was so focused that he didn't notice it, he was relieved. He couldn't use this thing to embarrass himself before he succeeded!
After some careful consideration, he analyzed the reason for his failure. He found that the normal force of the fist started from the moment of the punch and accumulated kinetic energy in the process. In other words, the flame had already been ignited when the punch was thrown out. The current strength was obviously not enough to withstand the "long" convection.
"The force of the fist when it is about to hit the enemy is just a short burst of One-Inch Punch, right? I should be able to combine the force of the fist with the ignition of the flame … "Lou Cheng thought about it several times. He shook his arm and suddenly shot out like a big gun. He tried to drive the heat flow in the last burst of One-Inch Punch.
Bam!
In a short burst of crisp sound, a little flame jumped out and covered the surface of Lou Cheng's fist. Then it hit the assumed target.
The flame shook and was quickly extinguished. However, Lou Cheng's face showed a smile. He had basically achieved his goal!
Although this kind of flame was not harmful for the time being and might not even be able to ignite clothes, it could still make the opponent feel pain at the critical moment. Lou Cheng could make a mistake and seize the opportunity..
If he used it well, it was possible to defeat a Professional of Professional Ninth Pin. Of course, it was a Saint Seiya move. Once it was used in front of the same opponent, it would be difficult for it the second time. He could only rely on surprise.
After more than a day of thinking, Lou Cheng finally had an idea on how to strengthen his Power of Blaze. That was to strengthen his own physique!
This time, under the fire force of the Jindan, he was almost ruined, which meant that his body was not strong enough. But when he had the body of a Professional Ninth Pin or even Danqi Stage, it should not be a big problem for him to withstand that level of backlash. At that time, he could try to absorb the ice force and fire force of the Jindan in a controlled manner. While improving himself, he could gradually digest this hidden danger. Of course, this process was full of danger. He had to be very careful. If he accidentally drew out the force beyond the limit, it would be a big joke.
Collecting his thoughts, Lou Cheng practiced the 24 Blizzard Strikes again several times. He tried to integrate the Flame Power into the One-Inch Punch. When he was familiar with it, he looked at Jiang Fei and said with a smile, "How is it? Do you feel the concealment of spirit and qi?"
Jiang Fei opened his eyes and said with a sad face, "No!"
Then he pretended to be angry and said, "It must be because of you. How could I meditate when you were fighting next to me?"
"An old monk can meditate when there is someone next to him in the bridal chamber." Lou Cheng said jokingly, "Let's go. You've almost reached your limit today. Let's go out for breakfast and then go back home."
Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you think I'll be so sore tomorrow morning that I have to rely on perseverance to get up?"
Lou Cheng smiled and said, "You don't have to wait until tomorrow morning. You'll feel the soreness later. But you'll get used to it after practicing for a few more days."
When they passed by the Gushan Martial Arts School's morning exercise place again, Qin Rui suddenly shouted,
"Fatty Jiang! Lou Cheng! "
They stopped and saw Qin Rui trotting closer. Qin Rui said with a smile, "There's something I need your help with."
"What's the matter? We're two poor students. What can we do? "Jiang Fei was quite witty. He first blocked the possibility of borrowing money.
Qin Rui said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. Fatty Jiang, aren't you helping to organize this class reunion?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Jiang Fei was confused. Lou Cheng was also confused. He did not know what Qin Rui wanted to ask for help.
Qin Rui pointed to the people of the Gushan Martial Arts School and said,
"Just now, the disciples of the Mingwei Martial Arts School came to challenge us. They want to learn from each other and increase their actual combat experience. They don't want to embarrass Xiushan in the preliminaries. As for the time, they set it the day after tomorrow and let us choose the place. I want to attend the class reunion that day, so I propose to go to the North Court of the Conference Villa of the Spring Scenery Field. At that time, can you ask the homeroom teacher to organize and let the students come to cheer me on and support me?"
Jiang Fei suddenly understood and said, "You want to be in the limelight and show off in front of your classmates?"
"A little bit." Qin Rui said with a smile, "More importantly, we want to publicize the team that will participate in the preliminaries after the New Year and make a name for ourselves. If everyone's performance is similar, the person in charge of the foundation will definitely take the popularity into consideration. Don't worry, we're in the North Court and the class reunion is in the South Court. We won't disturb everyone."
The North Court of the Conference Villa of the Spring Scenery Field had a martial arts arena, while the South Court mainly had leisure facilities for ordinary people.
Jiang Fei roughly understood Qin Rui's idea, but he didn't want to take it all on himself. He said sincerely, "Then I'll help you to tell the homeroom teacher. I can't decide what her attitude is, but we've all graduated. Who will pay special attention to her as the class monitor? You can come and shout a few times, and a bunch of guys who have nothing to do will definitely join in the fun. "
The homeroom teacher was not referring to the head teacher, but the class monitor for three years and the organizer of this class reunion, Qiu Hailin.
"Yeah, and Old Wu will also be there. He's a fanatical martial arts fan. How can he not go and have a look? With him as the head teacher taking the lead, you don't have to worry about the other students not cheering for you. "Lou Cheng echoed.
He understood Qin Rui's mentality very well. Once upon a time, he had also yearned for someone to cheer and cheer his name, and this was finally realized in the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament. Moreover, it was more than fulfilled — Yan Zheke's cheer had won over all others!
Qin Rui seemed to want to reach out and shake their hands, but he restrained himself. He said with a smile, "Okay, I'll come and shout a few times by myself. Hey, that's not right. What do you mean by 'come'? I'm here. I'm also here for the class reunion … "
After a few humorous words, he said goodbye to Lou Cheng and Jiang Fei and trotted back to the team for the morning exercise.
Looking at his back, Jiang Fei murmured in a low voice, "What a show-off …"
"It's okay. Who doesn't want that?" Lou Cheng defended Qin Rui.
After taking a few steps, Jiang Fei looked back and said jokingly, "Cheng, why don't you jump on the stage, beat all your opponents, and steal their limelight? You're not weaker than them, right? "
"What's wrong with me?" Lou Cheng laughed and scolded, "Why would I get involved in this? Their goal is the preliminaries, and mine is the National University Martial Arts Competition. We'll mind our own business. Even our circles are different. "
The two talked and laughed as they walked out of the park. They ate minced meat soup noodles and a bunch of other food at a nearby breakfast stall.
"How are we going back?" Jiang Fei wiped his mouth.
Lou Cheng laughed and said, "Of course we're going back!"
Jiang Fei's face turned pale. "Brother Cheng, no, Master Cheng, if we go back again, we'll really die!"
"Look at how timid you are. I'm just kidding." Lou Cheng took out his phone, made an order and waited for the online taxi.
Jiang Fei heaved a long sigh of relief and said, "I have to believe you! When you said we were going to Sanli Pavilion People's Park, I really thought you were joking. But it turns out you're not … "
…
Back at home, Lou Cheng took a shower and felt refreshed. He had completely gotten rid of the lingering flu. Energetically, he turned on his computer, logged into QQ, and checked his email to see if Geezer Shi had sent him any videos or information.
Obviously, Geezer Shi didn't get up so early when he didn't need to teach his disciple …
Lou Cheng didn't care. He clicked on the chat box with Yan Zheke and sent an emoji, "After the morning exercise, I feel alive again!"
Yan Zheke covered her mouth and laughed. "You're not Lou Daiyu anymore. Disappointed!"
"By the way, Coach Yan, I have something to ask you." Lou Cheng sent an emoji with bright eyes.
"Just say it. I'm in a good mood now." Yan Zheke sent an emoji with a hook finger.
Lou Cheng sent an emoji with a silly smile. "Didn't I earn a bonus of 15,000 yuan this time? Besides treating you to a big meal and a tour in Songcheng, I want to buy a gift for my parents. It's the first real gift, a gift to support myself. What do you think should be a good gift? "
He tried to let Yan Zheke participate more in his affairs and strengthen the closeness between them.
Of course, he really didn't know what to buy.
Yan Zheke sent an emoji with a dumbfounded expression. "I haven't met your parents and don't know what they like. How can I give you advice? You tell them and I'll help you. "
Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "How about clothes and pants?"
"That's fine." Yan Zheke crossed her hands and put a thoughtful emoji on her chin. "Then here comes the question. Do you know what size clothes your parents wear? XL, or XXL? What's their waist? "
Lou Cheng's expression was dull and he replied with a string of ellipses. "…"
"I knew it … So, a son is not as considerate as a daughter." Yan Zheke sent an emoji with a helpless expression.
"Hehe, that's why I like a daughter too!" Lou Cheng followed and replied.
On this topic, they chatted for a while before getting back on track. Lou Cheng asked, "How about I ask my parents directly?"
"Well, that's not a surprise. Are your parents at home? When they're not home, you can go through their wardrobes. Then you'll know. And you can also see what kind of clothes they lack. Of course, don't be too extravagant. Buy a coat or something like that. You have to save your money. When you reach the Dan stage in the future, you can't do without the help of medicine soup. "Yan Zheke sent an emoji with a righteous expression.
"You're right, Coach Yan!" Lou Cheng answered excitedly. He left his room, entered the master bedroom and opened the wardrobe.
Well, this jacket, how long has my dad been wearing it? I remember that I had an impression of it before I graduated from primary school …
His woolen sweater had a lot of bumps, and some parts were so thin that they were almost torn …
Mom's thermal long johns look so old. How many years has she been wearing them?
Lou Cheng looked through them one by one. This was an area that he had never paid attention to before. He always thought that after his family's situation improved, his parents' clothes would have been replaced long ago, just like his own.
But now, he saw with his own eyes that they were still so thrifty even after buying some clothes to keep up appearances. It seemed that they wanted to save every penny to spend on themselves …
Most of the things in the wardrobe are years old, right? It seems that if they don't wear them until they're worn out, they won't be able to wear them again unless they're mended.
Lou Cheng's eyes reddened slightly. He took a deep breath and his emotions seemed to have settled down. He felt more sorry for his parents.
He checked the size and other information, closed the wardrobe, returned to his room, and sent a message to Yan Zheke.
"I'm going to buy a woolen sweater for my dad and two sets of thermal long johns for my mom …"
After asking about the size, Yan Zheke selected some clothes online and sent a few styles to Lou Cheng. "These are not bad. You can choose by yourself. When the time comes, you can buy them directly from their physical store. They may be a little more expensive, but you're a nouveau riche (manual squint). Express delivery will not be restored until after the New Year. What a pity …"
After settling this matter, Yan Zheke went to practice martial arts. Lou Cheng played games for a while. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening and the familiar cough.
Mom and Dad are back!
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