NABC Chapter 50 How could we possibly let him go?
Chapter 50 How could we possibly let him go?
Lin Shuyao, however, seemed to have suddenly discovered a new continent.
She wants to win Cheng Zheng over, and this is such a great opportunity to get to know him through martial arts instruction!
How could she let it go!
Once again, Cheng Zheng knocked her down. As she fell onto his chest, Lin Shuyao wrapped her small arms around his neck, pressed her red lips to his ear, and gently blew on his ear, saying in a coquettish voice, "Why is your body so hard? It hurts so much~"
Cheng Zheng's face was tense, his chest pressed against two soft mounds, the faint fragrance emanating from her body wafting into his nostrils. His Adam's apple bobbed silently, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, thump! thump! thump!
This woman!
Did she even know his identity?
He grabbed her by the back of the neck with his large hand and lifted her off him like a kitten.
Lin Shuyao waved her paws and grumbled in dissatisfaction, "I want to practice again! Teach me!"
"Focus, and don't try anything funny!" Cheng Zheng warned with a stern face.
Lin Shuyao smiled and assured her, "Absolutely not!"
As a result, when Cheng Zheng knocked her down again, Lin Shuyao pressed down on his abs to prevent him from getting up, and even mischievously groped them a couple of times. As Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, she smiled and looked into his eyes with a look of surprise: "Wow, your Adam's apple moves so fast."
Cheng Zheng, expressionless, grabbed her waist and pulled her off him, but Lin Shuyao noticed that the skin behind his ear had turned red.
She smirked.
But it soon became impossible to pry it out.
"Again."
Cheng Zheng no longer held back. Every attack Lin Shuyao made was easily neutralized by him, resulting in her being knocked down time and time again. The falls weren't hard, but they made her clearly feel the gap between her and him.
Her little tricks are no match for absolute power.
We can't beat them, we really can't beat them.
It turns out he had been letting her win the whole time. If he had just used a little of his strength, she would have been completely outmatched.
"I'm not practicing anymore, I'm not practicing anymore." Lin Shuyao sat on the ground dejectedly, rubbing her sore arms, like a defeated kitten.
Cheng Zheng stood in front of her, looking down at her with a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm in his voice, "Giving up so quickly? Have you forgotten how you got beaten up just now?"
Lin Shuyao was stung by his words and bit her lower lip in embarrassment, muttering softly, "I haven't received any proper training in the army, so it's not normal that I can't beat them..."
Cheng Zheng raised an eyebrow: "You didn't receive any formal training in cooking Soviet cuisine, but you still beat a master chef who prepares state banquets. If you back down when you encounter a strong opponent, you'll never have a chance to win."
Lin Shuyao belatedly realized, "Were you just praising me? So you were paying attention to me the whole time during the competition that day?"
Cheng Zheng avoided her burning gaze: "Are we still practicing?"
He seemed ready to turn around and leave if she said she wouldn't practice.
Lin Shuyao nodded quickly: "Practice! Of course I'll practice! Even if I can't beat Zhao Tiemei, I can learn a few more self-defense moves."
Changing her mindset, Lin Shuyao became more proactive and launched an attack on Cheng Zheng. Cheng Zheng easily dodged, and based on her previous attack route and posture, pointed out several key issues:
"Your reaction time was good, and you timed that feint well. The problem is your unstable lower body, poor judgment of distance, and incorrect way of generating power. You should use this spot to generate power."
He pointed to her waist, "Try kicking, use this area to generate power, and drive your thighs."
Lin Shuyao tried it as he suggested, but Cheng Zheng shook his head: "You still didn't use your waist and abdomen."
"Then demonstrate for me."
Cheng Zheng spread his legs slightly, about to engage his abdominal muscles to propel his long legs, when Lin Shuyao suddenly placed her small hand on his abs: "Let me feel if you're moving here."
Her little face was serious, as if she really just wanted to feel the force there.
Cheng Zheng tightened his jaw, raised his long leg and flew to the side with a standard side kick. Lin Shuyao felt the muscles under her hand become as hard as iron, and at one moment they even bulged up and nudged her palm.
"So that's what it means to engage your abdominal muscles." Lin Shuyao nodded thoughtfully. "When you do a side kick, do your leg muscles engage?"
Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with innocence. As she slid her small hand down his abs to his thigh, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Demonstrate your side kick again, so I can see how you use your leg muscles."
Her fingertips seemed to carry a faint electric current, sending an indescribable shiver down wherever they touched. He could hear her deliberately softened breathing and coquettish tone in his ear. A vein throbbed on Cheng Zheng's forehead, and the veins on the back of his clenched fist stood out. He abruptly straightened up, grabbing her mischievous wrist with precise precision, his voice hoarse: "Are you studying or being a pervert?"
Aren't you ashamed!
Lin Shuyao, with her innocent and beautiful face, said innocently, "Are you mistaken? I've only ever heard of gay men harassing lesbians, when have I ever heard of lesbians harassing gay men? If you don't believe me, ask everyone to judge."
Cheng Zheng was speechless at her twisted logic, and his face turned black with anger.
A hint of a smile flickered in Lin Shuyao's eyes.
Cheng Zheng glared at her angrily: "Behave yourself."
Lin Shuyao was afraid of going too far, so she dared not tease him anymore, but she didn't stay still either. She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her waist, saying, "Then I'll do the work. You can see if I'm putting my strength in the right place."
Before Cheng Zheng could react, his hand touched her slender waist.
It's so thin and soft, it looks like you could snap it in half with a pinch.
His eyes darkened, and he restrained himself from touching her, warning her, "Are you asking for trouble? If you try anything again, you'll have to go for a run!"
Lin Shuyao, undeterred, winked at him, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "Isn't my waist very slim?"
"Shen Qing!"
"How do you know if I'm putting pressure on myself when you're not even touching me... You're not thinking something else, are you?"
Lin Shuyao tilted her head to look at him, pretending not to understand.
Cheng Zheng's lips tightened, feeling as if he knew she was being unreasonable but couldn't find a way to refute her.
Just then, Lin Shuyao suddenly stretched out her leg and used the move he had just taught her to knock him down.
Cheng Zheng lay face up on the cushion, with her smiling face above his head. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkled with cunning and smugness, like a kitten that had only ever bluffed and scratched people but had suddenly revealed its claws and scratched the right spot. He inexplicably thought of the little white cat he used to have and felt a little dazed.
"How was it? How did my feint attack work, disrupting people's minds?" Lin Shuyao was extremely smug.
"You learn quickly." Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't get up immediately, but lay on the mat, his dark eyes fixed on her.
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Lin Shuyao had barely finished speaking when she was suddenly thrown over and pinned down by an irresistible force!
The situation suddenly changed.
This time, she lay on her back on the mat, while Cheng Zheng was above her, supporting himself on the mat beside her ear with one hand. His tall figure completely enveloped her in his shadow.
He looked down at her, his warm breath brushing against her forehead and the tip of her nose.
"Did you learn that move called 'luring the enemy in deep, then turning the tables'?"
His voice was even lower than before, with a deep, husky magnetism that came from vigorous exercise. After he finished speaking, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of wickedness.
Lin Shuyao was stunned.
Cheng Zheng scoffed, pulled her up, and continued, "Fighting isn't about who's stronger; it's about who's better at using their brain and skills to achieve their goal with minimal cost."
Lin Shuyao nodded thoughtfully.
"I need to keep practicing! It's your turn to attack this time!"
Cheng Zheng didn't give her a chance to recover and launched an attack directly. Lin Shuyao dodged, and Cheng Zheng continued with his second attack. This time, Lin Shuyao couldn't dodge and instinctively covered her head to defend. Cheng Zheng dissipated most of the force when his elbow was about to touch her, so she felt almost no pain when it hit her.
"When you're getting hit, don't just curl up in a ball. You need to absorb the force and then look for an opportunity to counterattack, like this..."
Cheng Zheng taught her step by step, breaking down each movement for her and practicing with her repeatedly.
Although Lin Shuyao's strength was still insufficient, she was already able to use the moves Cheng Zheng taught her with ease, and could exert about 7% or 8% of her attack power.