On the other side of Huaisha.
In the night, the sparse lights in the huge dark city were like pale yellow fireflies. Some were lit up, some were dimmed.
Less than five hundred meters away from the port, in a training room on the fifth floor of a building near the road.
Holding the black wooden stick, Chen Huan stood in front of the window and silently looked at the lights that were slowly turning on outside.
Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing a tight-fitting white protective suit, which outlined the beautiful curves of her taut and slender body.
"You're practicing your sword again?"
The door to the training room behind him opened, and Xu Yi walked in with a cup of hot tea.
Unlike Chen Huan, she was wearing black pajamas and her long hair was loose. She seemed to have just woken up.
Chen Huan turned around and asked, "Why are you up so early? It's almost time for you to fight for a promotion slot."
"I was supposed to open the door, but when I saw the lights in the practice room were on, I knew you must have arrived early. Then, I came up to take a look. "
Xu Yi paused for a moment, then walked to Chen Huan's side and pulled out a wooden chair.
"Are you still worried about that Lin Sheng?" She lowered her voice.
"I have to worry. There are only two places in Huaisha, and there are ten teams in total. I'm not in good shape right now, so I can't guarantee that I can keep second place," Chen Huan replied in a low voice.
"So you increased your training like crazy?" Xu Yi asked. "Do you think the extra training is useful?"
"…" Chen Huan remained silent.
Xu Yi did not say anything else.
She knew very well why Chen Huan was working so hard.
This was because the National Amateur Swordsmanship League was mainly held by some rich people who were interested in Naxi swordsmanship.
Organized by the rich, they naturally relied on the generous prize money to attract the various teams.
As for Huaisha, as long as they were promoted to the provincial level, they would receive a promotion reward of 50,000 yuan. This was a sum of money that Chen Huan could not afford to miss.
Every once in a while, the National Amateur Swordsmanship League would be the time when she could legitimately earn extra income.
It would have been good if it had been like this. But now, Lin Sheng had popped out of nowhere.
Obviously, Chen Huan wasn't confident that she could beat that guy, so she was under too much pressure. He woke up so early for extra training.
"Be careful of your body."
"It's okay … I know my own body." Chen Huan shook her head.
Xu Yi sighed and didn't say anything more. She turned around and left with the tea.
With a click, the door closed behind him.
She paused for a moment and soon heard the sound of a wooden stick piercing through the air from the training room behind her.
Sighing once more, Xu Yi hastened her footsteps to the fourth floor. Back at the building management office.
Her official job was the administrator of this gymnasium, and her main job was to manage the martial arts center. Responsible for coordinating and renting practice rooms.
Returning to the management office, Xu Yi closed the door and quickly picked up the landline phone on the desk and dialed a number.
"Beep …"
'Ka … hello?' After the faint sound of an electric current, a calm male voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Me," Xu Yi replied. "She's training again today. It's been three days in a row."
"…" The other party did not respond.
"She hasn't fully recovered from last time … I'm a little worried." Xu Yi paused.
'I understand.' The man's reply came from the phone. Keep an eye on her for me.
"Got it." Xu Yi exhaled and only put down the phone after the other side hung up.
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"I'm not sick! He wasn't sick! Really!! Trust me!! "
Inside the Steelscale Club.
Russell was choked by Madillan.
"You're very sick! You have to be cured! "Madillan shouted, his face red. His skin was black, and the redness was not obvious.
When Lin Sheng entered the door early in the morning, he saw a few clubhouse attendants watching the show while holding back their laughter.
Russell and Madillan were entangled together, and no one knew what they were up to.
Xia Yin was touching up her makeup in a small mirror. She did not seem interested in what was happening.
"What … are you doing?" Lin Sheng was speechless as he watched Russell grab Madillan's lower body and then get blocked. The two of them fought fiercely.
"He's crazy, teacher!!" Madillan shouted. "He suddenly jumped at me and kissed me. Luckily I dodged in time!"
"I didn't kiss you!! It was Xia Yin!! "Russell screamed. His neck was choked even tighter.
"But you f * cking kissed me!!!" Madillan roared.
Xia Yin put away the small mirror and chuckled at the two of them.
"Russell, that idiot, secretly saw me going upstairs and wanted to make a surprise attack, but Madillan fell for it. Did he really think I didn't know what he was thinking? "
She sneered, tidied up her hair, and jumped down from the stone table at the front desk.
Lin Sheng did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he could not help but envy their good relationship.
He simply walked to the side and sat down to rest, waiting for the two of them to finish their fight.
Although Russell claimed to have received special training, he was still not as strong as Madillan. In close combat, the two of them quickly decided the winner, and the fight ended with him crying for mercy.
Seeing that it was over, Lin Sheng clapped his hands.
"Well, it's time to start the lesson."
"Let's go!"
"Let's go, Teacher Lin."
Madillan and Russell followed Lin Sheng into the practice room.
Xia Yin went to the women's changing room to change her clothes.
The Steel Scale Club was much more formal than the Tengchong Club. There were two layers of protective clothing, including elbow pads, shoulder pads, knee pads, arm guards, and all kinds of protective equipment.
The sword he used was also a real thing. It was only a little lighter than the black sword Lin Sheng used in his dream. Although it was not sharpened, it was still quite realistic.
The three of them changed into protective clothing and gathered in the middle of the practice room.
"Teacher Lin, is there a competition you want to participate in?" Xia Yin, who had always been reliable, was the first to ask.
"What competition?" Lin Sheng was puzzled. "You know, I used to practice alone, and I didn't have much contact with the outside world."
He explained to the three that he was a self-taught master, and that his so-called swordsmanship was learned in actual combat.
This was indeed his style, so the three of them did not doubt him. The only thing he was puzzled about was where did he learn his swordsmanship from in actual combat.
After all, there were too few people who practiced Naxi swordsmanship.
"It's the National Amateur Swordsmanship League. It's called the Amateur League, "Russell answered quickly. "According to the past practice, Tengchong's Chen Huan usually plays. She's the strongest in our border area."
"That was in the past. Things are different now," Madillan continued. "Teacher Lin, if you want to participate, we can help you register in advance. The club will reimburse the registration fee."
"What's the use of participating in this?" Lin Sheng had never been involved in this competition, and he had no way of hearing about it from other sources. He looked puzzled.
"The most useful thing is to exchange swordsmanship with other opponents, and then there's the prize money, and a little fame," Madillan explained.
"But in fact, the fame is negligible," he continued. "That's because the amateur competition is actually just a bunch of hobbyists playing around. It's a competition organized by people from all over the world who like to play with swords.
"How much is the prize money?" Lin Sheng was more concerned about this. His family's financial situation was not very good, so he did not hide it.
Madillan thought for a moment. "I forgot how much, but it seems that there's some money for every promotion."
While he was still recalling, Xia Yin had already handed a list to Lin Sheng.
Lin Sheng took it and looked at it. It was the list of the National Amateur Swordsmanship League.
He skimmed through the other information, and his eyes quickly fell on the column of prize money.
"City and County Qualifier — Two places, prize money of 50,000 each."
"Provincial Qualifier — One place, prize money of 100,000."
"National Ranking — First place, prize money of 500,000, second place, prize money of 200,000, third place, prize money of 150,000."
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