Martial Arts Master Chapter 101: Repeated practice

At 5:30 in the morning, Lou Cheng naturally woke up, and the night outside the window was like ink, dotted with stars.

Subconsciously, he checked the insulated lunch box and made sure that there was no problem before going to the toilet to relieve the pressure on the bladder, washing his face, and gargle.

After returning, he turned on his phone, logged in to QQ, held the lunch box tightly again, closed his eyes again, and sat in meditation to practice the "condensing pile", seizing every minute and every second.

More than twenty minutes later, the sound of the didi didi didi didi sound rang out, Lou Cheng took a look, Yan Zike wore a red ribbon on his head, struggling expression said: "The beautiful person has gotten up!"

This is to learn from what I used to say... He couldn't help being handsome, let out a low laugh, and quickly replied: "I am the one who gets up the earliest!"

A few words of greeting, Yan Zike went out for morning exercises, but he kept holding back, did not disclose the food that brought food in advance, surprises, surprises, where is the joy?

At 6:13, the train arrived at Songcheng North Station. Lou Cheng carried his luggage, carried his lunch box, followed the crowd, and moved out of the place. The sky was slightly bright outside and the humid and cold air was blowing.

At this point, there are basically no online car-hailing services, and taxis think that the old campus of Songcheng University is too close to make any money. They refuse to carry people. And the small black car will definitely hit a lot, Lou Cheng He simply went to the nearby station, waited a while, and boarded the departing bus, which was empty, and he and the driver were no more than five people.

He didn't find a seat. He stood on the wide ground at the back door, separated his feet, staying calm, feeling the start and stop and bumps of the vehicle, constantly adjusting the center of gravity, and practicing the Yin and Yang piles.

Wu is daily!

Stopping and walking, it didn't take a few stops, Lou Cheng arrived at the old campus of Songcheng University, arrived at the school bus spot familiarly, waiting for the first bus to the new campus.

While waiting, he put the backpack and insulated lunch box in a clean place, took off the outer down jacket and placed it on top, wearing a sweater and casual trousers, like an old man practicing Tai Chi. Madam, circulate one move one by one in a gentle manner, tempering most of the body with practice routines, turning a blind eye to the curious and funny eyes of the few people waiting for the bus.

For half a year, he can change people very much. When it comes to martial arts, he no longer has any shyness, and any lack of self-confidence for fear of being exposed to others.

At 6:40, the first school bus opened on time and headed to the new district in the outskirts. Lou Cheng interpreted in his mind both big and small hands, fighting against himself.

The clear waves of the Weishui Lake reflect the surrounding trees and mountains, and the reflection of the teaching building dotted with lights. This familiar scene makes Lou Cheng feel at ease, clear and clear, with a sense of belonging.

In the early morning, it was misty and cold. He faced the spring cold and walked on the pedestrian streets of people in groups of five to five. At around 7:20, many students at Song University were an endorsement. , Ready for the final stage of self-study.

Lou Cheng took out the key for the 302 bedroom in Unit 2, Building 7, and opened two doors.

When he entered the small room, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao, and Zhang Jingye were no longer there. The things were neatly arranged. With their toes, they knew that they went to the cafeteria for breakfast and started a day of self-study. In the bedroom, the snoring sounds one after another, faintly audible.

"Xiao Ming must have played games with them for a long time last night..." Lou Cheng sneered, put down his luggage, opened the insulated lunch box, found the scissors, cut the bags one by one, and poured them in. Different layers coming out.

"It's really warm, just beat it in a microwave... You can't heat the quail eggs like this, but you can barely eat it..." He checked, remade the insulated lunch box, and carried it. , A little excited and a little nervous, went out, came to a cafeteria near the girls' dormitory, found a microwave oven that heats the food, occupied a position next to it, and patiently waited for Yan Zike's morning exercise to end.

Waiting and waiting, his thoughts were rolling, and he couldn't calm down no matter what, his heart beats faster, and he was even more nervous than he was on the ring for the first time.

"Wait, what shall I say?"

"I just said that I brought glutinous rice cakes, and let her come over. This is the easiest and most inconspicuous one..."

"She should be pleasantly surprised when she sees the others. Should I take the opportunity to say something?"

"Well, how should I put it? If she subconsciously asked, "Do you remember," she would say, "What you have said, I remember every bit in my heart..."

"No, classmate Xiao Ming said, before the woman makes the final decision, you can't imply too obvious, it will pressure her, make her uncomfortable, and cause the completely opposite effect..."

"Then change the wording and tone, and use ‘what you said, of course I remember’ to answer, it is a bit suggestive and ambiguous, but not too obvious..."

"Well, you have to pay attention to your breathing, not too fast or too nervous, you have to be gentle, calm, and generous..."

……

Lou Cheng's thoughts surged, designing different scenes, deliberating different dialogues, repeatedly deliberating and practicing repeatedly, even taking into account the breathing rhythm, and later, he couldn't sit still, stood up, and walked back and forth. Steps, as if standing in front of Yan Zhe Ke, continue to practice, and strive to perform to perfection, leaving the best impression of the girl.

At eight o'clock, Yan Zheke finished her morning exercise and began to chat with him intermittently.

After confirming that she took a shower with hitting hot water, Lou Cheng took a deep breath and "snickered":

"I brought you glutinous rice cakes, come eat!"

Yan Zheke made a surprised expression covering her mouth: "You really brought glutinous rice cakes? Hey, yes, still remember Coach Yan, me! Just so, I'm hungry, where are you?"

"There is a microwave oven in a cafeteria." Lou Cheng answered excitedly, swiftly putting the roasted eggplant, steamed beef sandwich and glutinous rice cake separately, each for a short time, and then placed them one by one. On the dining hall table, I stood behind the food, looking out the entrance.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, his heartbeat is like beating a drum, and his blood is constantly rushing into his mind, causing a slight tremor, and once again recalled the content of the repeated practice just now.

For a short while, there was a beautiful image he thought about day and night at the entrance recently. Yan Zoke was lined with a white sweater, a plain long down jacket, wearing dark jeans, and walking on snow boots, attracting pedestrians. Road eyes.

She stood here, looking around in a slightly confused manner, looking for traces, her head slightly tilted, her black hair draped like a waterfall, beautiful as if not stained with dust, she saw the building in a trance, and even practiced I almost forgot about his breathing.

Finally, she determined the location of the microwave oven and saw Lou Cheng. The corners of her mouth curled up, she smiled, raised her right hand, gestured, and walked closer,

Lou Cheng hurriedly took two steps and met her at the table.

Yan Zheke's pink lips lightly opened. She was about to speak, and suddenly saw four delicacies on the table next to him, Lao Liu roasted eggplant, steamed beef sandwich, Wang's glutinous rice cake, braised quail eggs, and the first three dishes. Slightly braving heat.

Her mouth was half-open and half-open, into a cute O shape, she immediately raised her right hand, put it on her lips, turned her head to look at the opposite position, and flicked her long hair, leaving only a side face for Lou Cheng Her nose is pretty, her face is white and red, her skin seems quite tender, her long eyelashes hang down, covering her eyes.

After a brief silence, she turned her head, her eyes flowed, and took a look at Lou Cheng. There seemed to be thousands of bright stars hidden inside.

Lou Cheng has always heard that the eyes are the windows of the soul and can see other people's emotions, but at this time, he can only read the surprise and joy in Yan Zheke's eyes. As for the others, it is complicated and unspeakable.

Yan Zheke put down his right hand, his head was slightly lowered, and said with a smile:

"You really brought them all..."

"Well, I said I want to repay Coach Yan for his great kindness, after all, you are my life mentor." Lou Chenggang blurted out and couldn't wait to slap himself in the face. What and what!

It's completely different from the time you practiced repeatedly!

His head is a little blank, and he feels his body is stiff, and he must not perform well.

Then, he heard Yan Zike's chuckle, and saw her pursing her mouth and bending her eyes, which seemed to be amused.

Yan Zheke turned his head to the side again, and said as if nothing had happened:

"You can eat with me. I can't hold up so much. It won't taste good when it gets cold."

"Okay!" Lou Cheng was overjoyed, and only hated that the tables and chairs in the cafeteria were fixed together, so that he couldn't use the gentleman's manner of pulling a chair for girls.

His **** just touched his seat, he remembered something suddenly, stood up hurriedly, annoyed:

"Chopsticks! Chopsticks!"

I forgot to smoke chopsticks!

Now points will be deducted again!

He didn't dare to look at Yan Zheke, and hurriedly ran to the window. There was a girl's laughter from behind.

Taking the chopsticks, he did a little mental construction, turned around and returned, only to see Yan Zoke looking at him with a smile, without any disgusting expression.

Heaved a sigh of relief, a smile appeared naturally, he hurried back, handed the chopsticks to the girl, sat opposite her, watched her gently pick up a section of eggplant, the white and neat teeth are slightly exposed, delicately small Stuttering, the black and long thin eyebrows stretched out, showing a bit of satisfaction, with a different beauty.

Lou Cheng just hates not seeing enough. He keeps watching secretly, watching quietly, and seizing every opportunity to watch. Yan Zike's delight in the food is like his affirmation, filling him with deep satisfaction. sense.

Suddenly, Yan Zike raised his head, looked at him with black and white eyes, and caught his peeking gaze.

Subconsciously, Lou Cheng looked down next to him, picked up his chopsticks, randomly picked a pea, and stuffed it into his mouth as a cover.

Yan Zheke seems to be eating a bit hot, cheeks are slightly red, and she lowers her head again, with a small smile outlined at the corners of her mouth, as if talking to herself: "Coach Shi sent an email to all members of the Budo Club, saying The martial arts class of this semester will start on time when the school starts the day after tomorrow. As for the special training, if everyone arrives, it will be tomorrow. If they are not there, it will be the day after tomorrow. Wait for the notice. Have you seen it?"

"Huh?" Lou Cheng was at a loss first, and then he became sober after a moment of stun. "After watching it, let's talk about the trials."

The remote contact during a holiday made him feel a little nervous and uncomfortable when getting along with the real Yan Zheke. He didn't know how to chat. Fortunately, the other party first opened the topic and followed the martial arts club. He played again. The true nature of online communication does not allow any cold spots in the atmosphere.

Unconsciously, Yan Zheke stopped his chopsticks, and there was only a little residue left in the different layers of lunch boxes in front of him. Of course, part of it was the credit of Lou Cheng, but he only looked at the girl opposite and was intoxicated by her. With a frown and a smile, I don’t know how to eat...

"I actually eat so much...Will I gain weight..." Yan Zheke said with some worry.

Lou Cheng quickly relieved her: "No, you are practicing martial arts, it consumes a lot of money, it is time to add it."

Yan Zheke nodded slightly and glanced at the insulated lunch box: "It works so well? I think the marinated quail eggs are still warm, not cold."

"Slightly better than I expected." Lou Cheng smiled as he was praised.

After talking for a while, he assembled the lunch box and sent Yan Zike back to the dormitory.

The two walked side by side, the wisps of fragrance penetrated into Lou Cheng's nose, tumbling his mind and making him like a fairyland.

I don’t know if it is Yan Zheke’s shampoo or her own scent... Among all kinds of unstoppable thoughts, he quietly and quietly looked at each other and saw Wufa as white as jade, small and exquisite With delicate ears, there is a train running on his mouth, chatting about topics.

Soon, the two arrived at the gate of the third building where Yan Zheke was.

Before bidding farewell, Lou Cheng suddenly thought of something, looking forward to it, and anxiously tentatively tempting: "Didn’t I say before that I would invite you to a big meal and repay your character, when will you be free?"

She shouldn't regret it... She should be able to make an appointment...

Yan Zheke turned her head to the side, pursed her lips and smiled: "Then you have to make a good strategy, and you can't take me to the worst."

Strategy... Lou Cheng was stunned, and immediately realized that the girl agreed!

His mind suddenly buzzed, his heart surged with joy, and he kept busy saying:

"Okay, okay, I will do it as soon as possible, no, I will do the strategy immediately!"

"Okay, I'll go back first, and I have to get the winter vacation survey report!" Yan Zike didn't look back, waved his hand and stepped into the three gates.

Lou Cheng stood outside the door, his heart restless, echoing with joy, watching Yan Zoke's back to the unit entrance.

Her hair is in the vest, the hair quality is really good...

She should be one meter sixty-five meters tall, the proportions are really good, her legs look long and straight...

……

Just as he was thinking about it endlessly, he suddenly saw the girl looking back!

This shocked him~IndoMTL.com~ for fear that the look that seemed a bit "sexy" was spotted.

Seeing him at a loss, Yan Zoke's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled.

There seemed to be a thud in his mind, Lou Cheng looked at it, and for the first time deeply understood the ancient poem "Looking back, smiling, Bai Meisheng".

He didn't wake up until the girl disappeared at the entrance of the unit, excited and restless.

What should I do next?

Is it possible to take advantage of the opportunity of making an appointment in private to seize the scenes such as crossing the street and try to pull a hand?

He couldn't calm down, so he planned to go back to ask classmate Cai Xiaoming as soon as possible. When he entered the bedroom, before knocking on the door of the opposite room, he saw Cai Zongming jump out with a black hero scarf on his head.

"What are you doing?" Lou Cheng was startled.

Cai Zongming said "seriously":

"As for your strength, I am not convinced by Cai*ri*tian!"