Cyber Heroes

In early spring of 2028, Peking University, two-body, two-story wrestling stadium.

Chen Feng was sweating and breathing heavily.

A drop of sweat dripped from his brow, and he instinctively reached out to wipe it away, but only to have the lobster guard scratch across his fencing mask in vain. Chen Feng shook his head to dispel the dull pain lingering in his head after being hit by a sword. He raised the scarred steel sword with his sore hands, took a stance, and stared at his opponent who was twenty years younger than him.

Seeing that he was ready, the referee, who was also a part-time instructor of the Wushu Association, pointed the long stick in his hand at the center of the field: "Beiping College Fighting League, Peking University intramural qualifiers, the last game, the last round, the decisive game, begin! "

The young opponent put the long sword in front of his waist, pointed the sword straight forward, and assumed a posture suitable for both offense and defense. He firmly occupied the center line between the two of them. His feet were constantly jumping back and forth like a boxer, like a boxer. A mantis waiting for an opportunity.

Rely on fast pace to control the distance, like the wind, fast in and out, and escape with one blow. Chen Feng was very familiar with this tactic, because he personally introduced the kid opposite him.

He seemed to see himself back then.

But he could hardly run anymore.

However, Chen Feng did not intend to admit defeat. Having learned the lesson of being scored by this kid's fast-break thugs in the previous rounds, he pulled the long sword back from his right shoulder to a nearly horizontal posture, then twisted his waist, and completely put the long sword and his hands behind his back, but let The entire left half of the body is completely exposed to the front.

Boy, with all kinds of martial arts skills, this is the "flower of the battlefield."

It's not that Chen Feng deliberately wanted to "keep a hand", but that the child had only started for a little more than a semester and had not learned all the German swordsmanship. He was still far away from the stage of "both German and Italian".

Such a seemingly defenseless posture, but because both hands and sword are held behind the back, it is difficult to figure out the attack distance, and it is impossible to use fast attacks to steal the hand first.

As expected, the opponent was stunned by this unfamiliar starting position, and his jumping steps were stuck to the foam pad due to his stunned thoughts, and he just stepped on the boundary line of attack estimated by Chen Feng.

move!

Chen Feng turned his shoulders and pushed forward with his hands, preparing to launch a fierce slash. The opponent immediately raised his sword instinctively, but Chen Feng's long sword did not swing up like a trebuchet. Instead, with the interlacing of his hands, a waning moon was drawn downwards, and at the same time, he took a big step forward with his right foot. The curled safety edge of Yu Feng's sword used all the speed and distance of Chen Feng's body, and sprang up from the ground like a poisonous snake, biting the opponent's sword-raising hands.

middle!

Chen Feng, who succeeded in the attack, immediately retreated, and at the same time, he quickly pulled back his sword to prepare for the opponent's counterattack.

However, the injured right knee refused the brain's request to retreat, and the wrist with tingling tendon sheaths could not hold the sword firmly above the head.

The young swordsman seized the last moment of his counterattack and made a mistake. He raised the long sword that was raised to protect his head and made a semicircle over his head, then slashed towards the helmet of the novice master.

Two steel swords clashed in mid-air, exploding into a tiny spark. The red-hot iron filings that were wiped off at high speed floated away like falling cherry blossoms and immediately extinguished in the air.

"Stop! Blue side, hit the hand, it's valid, get one point; red side, hit the head, it's valid, get three points. In this competition, the red side wins! The school preliminaries are all over, and those who are selected for the representative team Come gather here with me, and the others can disperse."

The opponent wearing a red cuff took off his helmet excitedly, revealing a face so young that he had not even shaved, and jumped up in cheers. Later, the freshman ran over and gave Chen Feng a big hug.

"Thank you! Teacher Chen!"

Looking at the young man's running back, Chen Feng didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

old.

Chen Feng struggled to "emerge" out of the club's full-body protective gear, spread out his long soaked hair, stuffed the steel sword and helmet back into the sword bag sewn by his wife, picked up the coat on the ground, and walked out silently with the flow of people. stadium.

This time it was lunch break, but there were already many students on the basketball court opposite who were waiting for physical education classes to enjoy their youth. It was still very cold in Peiping in March, and the strong wind suddenly chilled my tired body. Chen Feng tied up his tail in a ponytail and put on his coat, but did not immediately unlock the bicycle. I just stood blankly in this campus where I once studied and now returned from overseas, enjoying the same whistling cold wind as I remembered, listening to it blowing the branches of the poplar trees, and the slightest trace of light under the cold sky. Sound. Looking up, the first batch of swifts that migrated back from South Africa are flying in the wind under the clouds; on the ancient courtyard wall nearby, a tabby cat with a sparrow in its mouth quietly walks past.

The moment of tranquility was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone.

"Teacher Chen." The caller was his first and only student, Emiya, "an officer came to the laboratory to see you."

"Ah? Tell him, I'll be back soon." Chen Feng seemed to be sweating again as he just started to dry up.

"Well... he was anxious to see you, so the dean asked me to take him to the sports ground to find you."

"Oh, I'm right at the door."

"Teacher, we see you."

Before Chen Feng could hang up the phone, a red flag car with military license plates and double flashing lights stopped steadily in front of him. The car door opened, and the nervous Azadistan girl got out of the car first, followed by a sharp-browed and astute-looking "Two Cents and Three (Colonel)".

"Hello, Professor Chen! My surname is Lei, just call me Director Lei." The officer showed a well-trained smile and stretched out his hand.

"He's an associate professor." The two men gently shook their hands together, curiously and carefully feeling the distribution of calluses on each other's palms.

"It doesn't matter." Director Lei's smile continued, "The deputy is also a professor."

What's the origin? Chen Feng crossed his arms and remained silent, waiting for the other party to be unable to hold it in any longer.

Three heartbeats passed.

"Comrade Chen Feng." Seeing that the other party was using defense as offense, Director Lei also put away his ceremonial smile, "Can you please get in the car? I will take you back to the laboratory."

"Okay." Chen Feng took off his bicycle key and threw it to his international student, "Amiya, class is about to start, so hurry up and ride my car."

"Thank you, teacher!"

The door closed and the Hongqi car started with steady steps that Chen Feng could hardly notice.

"That's it." Director Lei picked up his briefcase, took out a small device, inserted it into the port on the back of the front seat to activate it, and then continued, "The country has a project that needs you, and I'm here to ask for your help. Opinion."

"Is it really a solicitation rather than a recruitment?" Chen Feng was not yet sure how much room for maneuver he had, but his heart was already beating rapidly.

"It's solicitation."

"...Then I refuse."