Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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The whistle sounded all at once, all ready to watch the excitement, and I wanted to see how this student Chen was lying on the ground by coach A Ling.

Feng Ling only glanced at him and stepped back to make room for him: "Go ahead."

Chen Bei leaned forward and moved cleanly. It is a standard good student's posture. Every movement is inverted, and all are taught by her. A long arm stretched out and grabbed Feng Ling's arm. Trying to find a loophole in his movements, suddenly a force pulled her towards him.

Feng Ling lifted his eyes for a moment because he suddenly did not move according to standard actions. He was about to push people away, but he held the hand that was originally held on her arm again and suddenly caught her. On the left shoulder, when her face suddenly changed, she suddenly resisted her on the shoulder, and put her on the shoulder for a dozen seconds in a shocking look, and deliberately Without letting Feng Ling struggle, she made several laps on the spot before falling her back to the cushion on the ground.

The cushion was soft, and it didn't matter if it fell, but when she dropped someone on the ground, Chen Beiqing regretted it again, fearing that she would hurt, and she turned to pull her back, but Feng Ling was furious from it. He kicked him away with one kick.

In such a quarrel with each other, her movements were unstable, and he was also unstable. Suddenly, the whole person fell down and pressed on her.

Seeing that the cold-faced female coach was actually thrown on the spot, the whistle around him was more and more, accompanied by a variety of "slumped" exclamation sounds.

Chen Beiqing himself stumbled for a moment, which he also did not expect.

Feng Ling looked at him coldly: "Get up."

Chen Bei looked at her with a touch of excitement and a little regret. When he got up, he was about to reach out and pull her up, but Feng Ling got up straight without any glance at his hand. At the same time, he asked in a cold voice: "How do you know that I have an injury on my shoulder? The others haven't learned yet, first learn to find someone's weak point to attack?"

"I saw you the last few times, and every time I got hit on my left shoulder, about eight times ten times, it seemed to be uncomfortable. Although I'm not sure if there is an old injury or what, but now I am The ability of scholars, if you want to successfully give you an over-the-shoulder fall, you can only pick your weaknesses, although they are despicable, but at least it is also a means of close combat. This is what you once said in class If you have passed it, have you forgotten it? "Chen Bei looked at her intently.

Feng Ling was speechless for a while, but didn't say anything, just raised his hand to signal him to go back and stand.

After this class, the head coach and person in charge of the Budokan arranged a celebratory banquet because she won the national championship of the women's close combat women's group.

Feng Ling was originally wearing a mask, she didn't say her real name, and just reported a code name, but it was nothing to recognize, but she didn't intend to have a high profile.

It was just that there was really nothing to do at that time. Every day, I just had class, rest, class, rest, life seemed to have lost my goal, and I was numb. The head coach saw her condition and asked her if she wanted to try and play. She has been preparing for the competition for the past two months, and often trains herself. Now that she has won the championship, she doesn't know what she should do.

The so-called celebration feast is nothing more than eating and drinking together.

Her alcohol is as bad as ever, but anyway, she has been working outside for so long. She should drink a few glasses in response to the scene. After everyone eats and drinks, she refuses to send her back. At home, I taxied back to my current residence in Boston.

In the evening, she drank only a few glasses of wine. She was not drunk. At most, she had a slight taste of wine, and she was slightly sloppy.

Entered a student apartment building between Polytechnic and Haver University, entered the elevator, and pressed the number on the 15th floor.

This is the place where she rented in the past two years, a small apartment of about 50 square meters, this environment is not bad, and because it is rented to international students all year round, the price is not too expensive, and the surrounding living environment is also Not a particularly luxurious grade, living here is very peaceful.

Get out of the elevator, take the key, open the door, enter the door, turn on the lights, throw off the bag, kick open the shoes, all in one go, and then it's another night sitting quietly on the sofa.

They all say that this is the life of ordinary people.

Unlike her life in the jungle, there is no excitement and no sense of accomplishment when searching for food.

There is also no daily physical training and devil training in the XI base, no sniper rifle, no sweat, no mission on the edge of life and death.

It seems that he finally lived like everyone else, but lost his original self.

The night was getting dark, and Feng Ling had no drowsiness on the sofa. He got up and took a bath. After he came out, he sat on the sofa while wiping his hair, turned on the TV, dialed a station, and parked on a stage with entertainment programs. I didn't read the content very much. I could only hear the audience's constant laughter. In this way, the whole quiet room was a little lively.

After brushing her hair, she put her hand on her shoulder.

Here is where she was bitten by the snake during her mission in Snake Valley. Although it was an old injury, it was actually no longer painful.

She didn't know why, she didn't feel any pain at all, she didn't even feel anything at all, but as soon as she was touched, her heart felt like a tear and suddenly it hurt.

I'm not comfortable anywhere.

So inexplicably it became a reflection of instinct.

The position of the small white crossblade flower on her shoulder became her sensitive point, which should not be touched.

It seems like a heart attack.

At this time, the mobile phone rang on the coffee table, Feng Ling pulled his two hairs that were not yet dry with his hand, picked it up, looked at the number of the incoming call, and picked it up.

"Feng Ling, on TV today, I accidentally switched to the American Sports Channel and saw a close fight in the United States. Is that the women's champion, are you?" Wen Leqing's voice came over the phone.

Feng Ling's action was paused, without explanation, but instead asked: "How can you be sure that it is me?"

"I'm not completely sure. It just feels like, in my limited cognition, a girl with such a good skill and so clean speed can only think of you, and I think that the height is similar to you, again Plus, the zero code, although this zero is not Peter Ling, but for my understanding of you, I think this zero must be you. "

Feng Ling chuckled: "There is a sky outside, there are people outside, maybe it's really not me."