Hidden Assassin

The football flew high towards the sky, bang, the tall man's body fell to the ground, his mouth and nose were bleeding outward, his limbs twitched in the pounding sound, and he couldn't bear to see. At this moment, laughter was suddenly cut off by invisible hands, more than a dozen people stared at their companions on the ground, and two girls screamed.

“Uh... sorry, I meant to pick it up by hand, what are you doing... uh...” The look on Jiaming's face over here is innocent and helpless, "Why are you using your face? ”

Seeing each other become like this, he couldn't help but look at the dust on his face while quietly rubbing it. Sasha saw that he had taken the upper hand and waved the wooden stick twice before rushing forward. The man who had rushed over to be a good man saw his companion in the rear become like this, pointing to home and coming: “You actually...”

“How did it go? Don't you dare come here again!” He had just taken two steps, and Sha Sha had lifted the stick and pointed it at him.

As we approach the evening of each day, the square is full of students walking out of nowhere, this side of the scene suddenly attracts everyone's attention. The boy in front was finally afraid of the stick, pointing to Jia Ming and saying: "This can't end today. If it's a man, come here. We don't want to hit women! ”

His voice had just fallen, the sand had waved over, the other hand reached out and took a few painful steps back, grinning his teeth: “If it's not over, who else will be afraid of you sissies? ”

The girl said, waving the wooden stick and chased the past. The boy received two strokes on his hand and a stroke on his leg. He was suddenly knocked over. Jiaming and Jing were afraid of her loss and followed him hastily. Then all he could hear was Jiaming shouting: “Watch out, Sha! ”

A man rushes toward the sand, skipping and kicking his legs!

Perfect and standard Taekwondo pose! The sand subconsciously raised the rod and snapped, the wooden rod disconnected from the middle.

The shadows staggered, the three bodies fell in different directions, the sand flew out backwards, and Jiaming's body fell to the ground after a heavy impact. As for the person who had just made the perfect kick, his body still failed to land in the sky, he was hit by Jiaming to fly out. The most vulnerable waist and small belly hit the side of the gorgeous street light pole. After his body fell to the ground, he didn't even have the power to moan. He just held his belly and the whole face was twisted rolling and rolling...

After taking a breath of cold air, most of the people watching showed their palpitations. The person who just rushed in is called Lu Jianchuan. Today, he is in high school. The family is not very background, but he is definitely a good player in martial arts practice. Taekwondo, Judo and several martial arts in the country are quite proficient. Fighting to face the idle dozen students will not be vague, and he has a lot of influence in the school.

Just now, he was about to make a move, and most of the informed bystanders thought these three people —— at least the boy was dead —— that fierce flying kick, even the outsiders could see that he was really pinching very well, that he broke the stick once, who knew that the boy next to him was rushing so fast, just a clumsy bump without any technical content, so that he could die next to a wire pole. So, miracles happen, tragedies happen.

This foot didn't actually kick solid on the sand. When I climbed up, I looked at the wooden stick that had been kicked off. It was all palpitations in my heart. I really wanted to rush up and kiss him. Sure, Jia Ming usually looks soft, at the critical time, he must be the most reliable.

Seeing Jiaming blocked this leg for him, the sweet thread in the heart of Sha Sha, there was no thought to open again for a moment, but Jiaming was different, as soon as he climbed up, he immediately jumped to Lu Jianchuan on the ground. The martial arts star in this school hasn't breathed yet. He was suddenly caught by Jiaming with one hand. He knew it was too dangerous at this time and struggled hard to eat his milk. Subsequently, more than a dozen people followed nearby.

“What are you doing...”

“Let him go...”

When the first two people reached out to drag Jiaming away, the next moment they were kicked open by the quiet and the sand, and then a heartbreaking scream rang through the square, and everyone's hearts burst with unseen thrills. Lu Jianchuan's right index finger was directly broken by Jiaming after a seemingly ridiculous palm battle.

After hearing this scream, Jing and Sha Sha were also somewhat frightened. The other day at the martial arts hall, Ye Daddy accidentally talked about some warfare techniques. If he could do that, it would definitely be useful to break a finger. However, according to Ye Daddy, this method should be quick and effective when preemptive. Who knows that Jia Ming not only learned to use it at this time, but also raised it backwards and backwards, simply wait for the enemy's fingers to be snatched when they are unable to resist.

“You gangsters, who else is coming? ”

The finger competition seemed fierce. At this time, Jiaming squatted there and gasped with a large mouth, but he had held Lu Jianchuan's right middle finger in his hand and swayed in front of everyone. 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 this moment he was full of tears. He couldn't even speak. His left hand trembled and held his poor right arm.

As the scene progressed to this point, some of the more than a dozen people had become unbearable, several of the girls' faces had turned iron and blue, and most of the spectators' faces had become a little intolerant. One of the seemingly leading boys said, "Don't mess around. Everyone has to go to school. Little things. There's no need to make a fuss, this classmate. ”

“Little things? Who caused this little thing?” Home stared at him and questioned.

“I'm sorry, I admit it. It was our fault. We were just watching two beautiful classmates trying to get their attention. I'm really sorry. ”

After hearing him say this, Jing Jing and Sha Sha were a little embarrassed. Jia Ming put down Lu Jianchuan's hand, snorted and turned around and left. Naturally, the two girls did not want to be left here to be watched like monkeys. The three walked back to pick up the goose yellow lowercase desk and headed home. The crowd pointed out the point and said, “I just saw Yahan's car. It was parked next to the square. Yahan was in the car. ”

“It's shameful not to come out there to help.” Jia Ming said.

“But Jiaming, you were awesome, even though the action of snatching people's fingers was a bit silly. But if you hadn't rushed up, I would have been kicked. ”

“What reward do I get for being so good? ”

“We'll talk about it later. ”

“Oh, Sha Sha wants it again...”

The three chirped, accompanied by a silver bell-like laugh that rang from time to time, disappeared into the aftermath of the sunset. And on the side of the square, in that not-so-expensive car, Ahern was expressing his doubts about a middle-aged man in the back seat.

“Mr. Chen, why didn't you just let me go down? Teachers are responsible for such conflicts among students. ”

“Oh, isn't it all right now? I just found the kid... interesting. Has he practiced martial arts? ”

“Martial Arts...” Ahern struck me and wondered what the old man must have seen? And he said, "Are you talking about the finger breaker? His name is Gu Jiaming. He has practiced, but it's just a regular martial arts hall. He teaches some simple martial arts. He's the dumbest of the students. Punching is the middle rule. I just don't know how to use it. Sometimes I'm forced to compete with people and they just run away. Does Mr. Chen think he's good? ”

When she asked about this sentence, she was also indulged in her heart. In the rearview mirror, this middle-aged man named Chen Yuxia, is said to be a master of martial arts in China. He is the kind of person who truly understands qigong. Will he see what Jiaming will see? Chen Xia hasn't spoken yet, and a woman next to him jammed her mouth: “I don't think so. I think he's just a little lucky. He's a fool. ”

“No, not luck.” Chen Lingxia shook his head, "he pinched precisely on both occasions and grasped the situation quite accurately. If he always wanted to escape, I think we could assume that he was the kind of person who could emit tremendous energy without being able to escape. He had great qualifications, but he didn't dare to play. If you can overcome the inner obstacles, it will certainly be a great achievement. Well, I can try teaching him martial arts classes in this school...”

Hearing him say this, Ahern put down his heart and the car sailed smoothly to Sacred Heart College. Naturally, a family without the power of the Unab Prophet would not know that a “high martial artist” had taken an apprenticeship of him. When he got home, there was only one thing he could accommodate at a time, which was meeting the needs of two little wives.

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

“Because, uh... Jiaming, you were awesome, ah...”

“Because Sasha and I found a good husband...”

Closed the doors and windows, on the queen bed, the little husband held the satisfied two little wives, his face slightly distressed.

“Although I'm glad you guys said that, I haven't eaten yet... I'm starving...”

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

“Just got back on the road so excited...”

“Forget it.” My little husband sighed, "eat the noodles. ”

“So... who goes down and cooks?” Lay there lazily, someone asks, and then the three of you look at me and I look at you. This kind of scene is not once or twice, the three monks don't have water to drink, and life is so decadent after marriage. However, as every time before, it was only at the end of the day that an enemy or two little man sighed and climbed out of bed. I went to the kitchen helplessly to prepare a simple dinner, listening to the two little girls hip-hop, with a hint of warmth in my heart.