Hidden Assassin: Section 55 Evaluation

The football flew high into the sky, with a bang, the tall man's body fell to the ground, blood was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his limbs twitched in the sound of a puff, looking terrible. At this moment, the laughter seemed to be cut off abruptly by an invisible big hand. More than a dozen people looked at their companions on the ground in astonishment, and two girls also screamed.

　　 "Uh...sorry, sorry, I mean picking it up with your hands, what are you doing... uh..." The expression on Jia Ming's face is innocent and helpless, "Why do you use your face? What?"

　　 Seeing that the other person became like this, Lingjing was wiping the dust on his face while looking at him uncontrollably. Shasha saw that his side had the upper hand, so she waved the stick twice and stopped rushing forward. The boy who rushed over to be a good guy saw his companion at the back turned like this, and pointed at Jiaming, he wanted to rush over: "You actually..."

　　 "How's it going? Do you dare to come over and try!" He only took two steps, and Sha Sha had already raised his stick and pointed it at him.

　　 At this time of the evening every day, most of the students in the square walked out leisurely. The noise here immediately attracted everyone's attention. After all, the boy in front was afraid of the stick, and pointed to Jia Ming and said: "Today this thing can't be finished. It's a man. We don't want to beat a woman!"

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Shasha had already swung a stick, and the other party stretched out his hand to block, and then he staggered back a few steps, grinning with pain: "If there is no end, there is no end, who would be afraid of you girls? "

　　 The girl said, she wielded a wooden stick and chased him down. The boy was hit twice with his hand and hit his leg. He was knocked to the ground. Jiaming and Lingjing were afraid that she would suffer, so they quickly followed Got up, and then only heard Jia Ming shout: "Sashi, be careful!"

　　 A figure rushed towards the rustle, volleyed, kicked!

　　 Perfect and standard taekwondo posture! Shasha subconsciously raised the stick to block, and with a snap, the wooden stick broke from the middle.

　　The figures are staggered, and the three bodies fall in different directions. Shasha flies back and falls out. Jia Ming's body falls to the ground after a violent impact. As for the person who had just performed the perfect kick, the body still in the air failed to land, and was knocked out by Jia Ming. His most vulnerable waist and lower abdomen slammed into the gorgeous street light pole beside him. After the body fell to the ground, he didn't even have the power to groan. He just held his belly, and the whole face rolled and rolled in pain...

　　 After taking a breath of air-conditioning, most of the onlookers showed lingering expressions. The man who just rushed in is called Lu Jianchuan. Now he is in his second year of high school, and his family is not very background, but he is definitely a good player in martial arts. Taekwondo, Judo, and several domestic martial arts are quite proficient. It will not be ambiguous to face more than a dozen students waiting, and it is quite influential in the school.

　　 just saw that he was about to make a move, most of the onlookers who knew it thought that these three people-at least the boy was dead-that violent volley kick, even a layman could see that it was really very good. Well, a kick broke the stick. Who knew that the boy next to him rushed so fast, just a clumsy collision without the slightest technical content, and there was another telephone pole next to it. As a result, miracles occurred and tragedies occurred.

　　 This foot didn’t actually kick Sha Sha’s body. When I got up, I looked at the broken wooden stick. I felt lingering. I was struggling to get up Jia Ming. I really want to rush to kiss him. Couple. Sure enough, Jia Ming usually looks soft, but he must be the most reliable when it is critical.

　　 Seeing that Jia Ming blocked this leg for him, Sha Sha felt sweet in his heart, and didn't have the idea of ​​fighting again for a while, but Jia Ming was different. As soon as he got up, he immediately turned to Lu Jianchuan on the ground. Pounced. Before the martial arts star in this school could catch his breath, Jia Ming suddenly grabbed one of his hands. He knew it was too dangerous at this time, so he struggled with all his strength. Afterwards, more than a dozen people who followed immediately also arrived nearby.

　　 "What are you doing..."

　　"Let him go..."

　　 The first two people stretched out their hands to drag Jia Ming away. The next moment they were kicked away by Lingjing and rustle. Then, a heart-piercing scream resounded across the square, and everyone’s hearts were filled with horror. A sense of horror. After a seemingly ridiculous palm fight, Lu Jianchuan's right index finger was directly broken by Jia Ming.

　　 Hearing this scream, Lingjing and Shasha were also a little frightened. In the martial arts hall a few days ago, Dad Ye accidentally talked about some practical skills. If he could do it, breaking his fingers would definitely be a very practical trick. It's just that according to Father Ye, this method requires quick eyesight and is very effective when preemptively. Who knew that Jia Ming not only applied what he had learned at this time, but also made inferences about it, and simply waited until the enemy's finger was broken when he didn't have the ability to resist.

　　 "You bastards, who else is coming over?"

　　 The finger competition seemed fierce. At this time, Jia Ming squatted there, gasping for breath, but he had already clenched Lu Jianchuan's right **** in his hand, shaking and shaking in front of everyone's eyes. The man's index finger has been folded into a strange angle. He used to pretend to be a tough guy at school, but at the moment he was full of tears, unable to speak, his left hand trembling and holding his poor right arm.

　　When the scene has developed to this point, some of the more than ten people can no longer stand it. The faces of several girls have become iron-blue, and the faces of the onlookers are also a little unbearable. One of the boys who seemed to take the lead said: "Don't, don't mess around. Everyone is going to study in school. There is no need to get rid of a small matter, this classmate."

　　"A trivial matter? Who caused this trivial matter?" Jia Ming asked, looking at him.

　　 "Sorry, I admit, it was our fault. We just saw that the two female classmates are very beautiful, and we are really sorry if we want to get their attention."

　　 Hearing what he said, Lingjing and Shasha were a little embarrassed. Jiaming put down Lu Jianchuan’s hand, hummed, and left, naturally, the two girls didn’t want to stay here and be watched like monkeys. . The three of them walked back to pick up the small yellow writing desk and walked in the direction of home. Out of the pointing crowd, Lingjing said: "I saw Sister Yahan's car just now. It was parked next to the square and Sister Yahan was in the car."

　　 "It's shameful not to help out there," Jia Ming said.

　　 "However, Jiaming, you were very good just now. Although the action of grabbing people's fingers was a little stupid. But if you didn't rush up, I would have been kicked."

　　 "I'm so good, is there any reward?"

　　 "Go back and talk about it."

　　 "Heh, Shasha wants it again..."

　　 The three of them chirped, and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun with the silver bell-like laughter that rang from time to time. On the side of the square, Yahan was expressing her doubts to a middle-aged man in the back seat in the not expensive car.

　　 "Mr. Chen, why didn't you let me down just now? The teacher is responsible for such conflicts between students."

　　 "Hehe, isn't it all right now? I just think that kid... is very interesting. Has he ever practiced martial arts?"

　　 "Martial arts..." Yahan was shocked, wondering what the old man saw? He said, "Are you talking about the one that broke your fingers? His name is Gu Jiaming, he has practiced, and he is still my junior, but it is just an ordinary martial arts gym, teaching some simple martial arts, he is among those students The most stupid one. The punches are quite satisfactory. They just don’t know how to use them. Sometimes they will only run away if they are forced to compete with others. Does Mr. Chen think he is very powerful?"

When 　　 asked this sentence, she couldn’t help but feel anxious. In the rearview mirror, this middle-aged man named Chen Guxia is said to be a master of martial arts in China. He is the kind of person who really understands qigong. What will not be seen by him? Chen Guxia hadn't spoken yet, and a woman next to her interrupted her mouth: "I don't see it, it seems that it's just a little better luck, he is very stupid."

　　 "No, it's not luck." Chen Guxia shook her head, "He is very accurate in his two shots and has a fairly accurate grasp of the situation. If he always thinks about running away, then I think we can think of him as that. A person who can emit great energy under unavoidable circumstances~IndoMTL.com~ He has very good qualifications, but he doesn't dare to play. If he can overcome the inner obstacles, he will definitely have a very good achievement. Well, this time there is a martial arts class in this school, I can try to teach him..."

　　 Hearing what he said, Yahan let go of her heart, and the car drove steadily towards the campus of the Sacred Heart Academy. Jia Ming, who does not have the ability to predict the prophet, would naturally not know that a certain "martial arts expert" had already thought of accepting a disciple. After returning home, there is only one thing he can take care of for a while, and that is to meet the needs of his two young wives.

　　 "Uh, I said you guys... Why are you so excited today? It's not night yet..."

　　 "Because, uh... Jiaming, you were so good just now, ah..."

　　 "Because Shasha and I found a good husband..."

　　 closed the doors and windows, on the big bed, the little husband held the two young wives after contentment, and looked a little bit distressed.

　　 "Although you say that I am very happy, but I haven't eaten yet... I'm so hungry..."

　　 "Ah...but, we haven't gone shopping yet, it's already late..."

　　 "I'm so excited on the way back..."

　　 "Forget it." The little husband sighed, "Eat noodles."

　　 "Then...who will cook?" I lay there lazily, someone asked, and the three of you looked at me and I looked at you. This scene is actually not once or twice. The three monks have no water to drink, and their lives after marriage are so decadent. However, like every time before, in the end, it was the little man who had only become one enemy two while sighing and getting up from the bed. I went to the kitchen helplessly to prepare a simple dinner. Listening to the laughter of the two little girls, there was a touch of warmth in my heart.