Hidden Assassin

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

"Uh...sorry, sorry, I mean to pick it up with your hands, why are you...uh..." Jiaming's face here is innocent and helpless, "Why do you use your face?"

Seeing that the other party had become like this, Lingjing wiped the dust off her face and looked at him uncontrollably. Seeing that her side had the upper hand, Shasha swung the stick twice and stopped rushing forward. The boy who rushed over to be a good person before saw that his companion behind had become like this, pointed at Jiaming and wanted to rush over: "You actually..."

"How is it? How dare you come over and try!" He had only taken two steps, and Shasha had already raised the wooden stick and pointed it at him.

Every day at this time of the evening, the square is mostly full of students who have nothing to do and come out for a walk. The noise here immediately attracts everyone's attention. After all, the boy in front was afraid of the stick, pointed at Jiaming and said, "Today, we can't finish this matter. If it's a man, come here. We don't want to hit women!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rusha had already swung his stick. The opponent stretched out his hand to block it, and immediately staggered back a few steps, grinning his teeth in pain: "There is no end, no end, who is afraid of you sissies?"

As the girl said, she chased after her while waving a wooden stick. The boy was hit twice on the hand and once on the leg, and was immediately knocked to the ground. Jia Ming and Ling Jing were afraid that she would suffer, so they hurriedly followed. Afterwards, Jiaming could only hear Jia Ming shouting: "Rustle, be careful!"

A figure rushed towards Rusha, volleying and kicking!

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

The figures intertwined, the three bodies fell in different directions, and Rusha flew backwards and fell out. Jia Ming's body fell to the ground after a violent impact. As for the person who used that perfect kick just now, his body still in the air failed to land, and was knocked out by Jia Ming, and his most vulnerable waist and lower abdomen slammed into the gorgeous street light pole. After the body fell to the ground, he didn't even have the strength to groan. He just held his stomach, rolling and rolling with his whole face distorted in pain...

After taking a breath of cold air, most of the onlookers showed expressions of lingering fear. The person who rushed here just now is called Lu Jianchuan. He is now a sophomore in high school, and his family is not very well-off, but he is definitely a good hand in martial arts. He is quite proficient in taekwondo, judo, and several domestic martial arts. To face a dozen or so students will not be ambiguous, quite influential in the school.

Seeing that he was going to make a move just now, most of the knowledgeable onlookers thought that the three people—at least the boy was dead—that violent volley kick, even an outsider could see that it was really well-managed. Kicking and kicking broke the wooden stick, who knew that the boy next to him rushed so fast, it was just a clumsy crash without the slightest technical content, and there was a telegraph pole next to him so he couldn't die. Then, miracles appeared, and tragedies also happened.

The kick on Shasha's body was actually not solid. When he got up, he looked at the broken wooden stick and felt lingering fear. Seeing Jiaming struggling to get up, he really wanted to rush up and kiss him. Sure enough, Jia Ming usually looks soft, but when it comes to critical times, he must be the most reliable.

Seeing that Jia Ming blocked this leg for him, Shasha felt sweet in his heart, and he didn't have the thought of fighting again, but Jia Ming was different, as soon as he got up, he immediately rushed towards Lu Jianchuan who was on the ground . Before the martial arts star in this school could catch his breath, one hand was suddenly grabbed by Jia Ming. He knew that this time was too dangerous, so he struggled desperately with all his strength. Afterwards, more than a dozen people who followed closely also came close.

"What are you doing……"

"Let him go..."

The first two people stretched out their hands to drag Jiaming away, but Lingjing and Rusha kicked him away the next moment. Immediately, a heart-piercing scream resounded through the square, and everyone felt a sense of unbearable horror in their hearts. After a seemingly ridiculous fight for the palm, Lu Jianchuan's right index finger was directly broken by Jiaming.

After hearing this scream, Lingjing and Shasha were also a little frightened. In the martial arts gym a few days ago, Papa Ye accidentally talked about some practical combat skills. If you can do it, breaking your fingers is definitely a very practical move. It's just that according to Ye's father, this method requires quick eyesight and quick hands, and it is very effective when it strikes first. Who knew that Jia Ming not only applied what he had learned at this time, but also drew inferences from one instance, and simply waited until he was unable to resist and grabbed the enemy's fingers.

"You bastards, who else wants to come?"

The finger fight just now seemed to be very fierce. At this time, Jia Ming was squatting there, gasping for breath, but he had already clenched Lu Jianchuan's right middle finger in his hand, shaking it in front of everyone. The man's index finger had been folded into a strange angle. He used to pretend to be a tough guy in school, but now his face was full of tears, and he couldn't even speak. His left hand trembled and held his poor right arm.

When the scene developed to this point, some of the dozen or so people couldn't take it anymore, the faces of several girls had turned livid, and most of the onlookers' faces were also a little bit unbearable. One of the boys who seemed to be in the lead said: "Don't, don't mess around, everyone is going to study in school, there is no need to make a fuss over a small matter, this classmate."

"A small matter? Who caused this small matter?" Jia Ming looked at him and asked.

"I'm sorry, I admit, it's our fault. We just saw that the two female students are beautiful and wanted to attract their attention. I'm really sorry."

Hearing what he said, both Lingjing and Shasha were a little embarrassed. Jiaming put down Lu Jianchuan's hand, snorted softly, and turned around to leave. Naturally, the two girls didn't want to stay here any longer and be watched like monkeys. The three of them walked back and picked up the small goose-yellow writing desk, walking towards home. After getting out of the pointing crowd, Ling Jing said just now: "I just saw sister Yahan's car, it was parked beside the square, and sister Yahan was in the car."

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

"However, Jia Ming, you were very powerful just now. Although the movement of snatching someone's fingers was a bit clumsy. But if you didn't rush forward, I would have been kicked right away."

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

"Go back and talk about it."

"Heh, Rusha wants it again..."

The three of them chattered and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun accompanied by silver bell-like laughter from time to time. On the other side of the square, in that inexpensive car, Yahan was expressing her doubts to a middle-aged man in the back seat.

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

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

"Martial arts..." Yahan's heart trembled, wondering if the old man saw something? He said in his mouth, "Are you talking about the one who snapped his 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 boxing techniques. He is one of those students. The stupidest one, he punches quite well, but he just doesn’t know how to use it, and occasionally he will only run away when he is forced to compete with others, does Mr. Chen think he is very powerful?"

When she asked this question, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. The middle-aged man named Chen Guxia in the rearview mirror is said to be a domestic martial arts master, the kind of person who really understands qigong. What did he see? Before Chen Guxia could speak, a woman next to him interrupted: "I don't think so, it seems that he just had better luck, he is very stupid."

"No, it's not luck." Chen Guxia shook his head, "He made two shots very accurately and grasped the situation quite accurately. If he always thinks about running away, then I think we can think that he is the kind A person who can emit great energy when escaping, he has very good aptitude, but he is afraid to use it normally. If he can overcome the inner obstacles, he will definitely have a very good achievement. Well, this time in this institute There are martial arts classes in the school, I can try to teach him..."

Hearing what he said, Yahan finally let go of her heart, and the car drove steadily to the campus of Sacred Heart College. Jia Ming, who doesn't have the ability to predict the future, naturally wouldn't know that a certain "martial arts master" had already thought of taking him as an apprentice. After returning home, there was only one thing he could take care of for a while, and that was to meet the needs of his two little wives.

"Uh, let me tell you...why are you so excited today? It's not evening yet..."

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

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

After closing the doors and windows, on the big bed, the little husband embraced the satisfied two little wives, with a slightly troubled expression on his face.

"Although I'm glad you said that, I haven't eaten yet... I'm so hungry..."

"Ah... But, we haven't gone shopping yet, it's getting late..."

"I was so excited on the way back just now..."

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

"Then... who will cook?" Lying there lazily, someone asked, and then the three of you looked at me and I looked at you. This kind of scene is actually not once or twice. The three monks have no water to drink, and their life after marriage is so decadent. However, just like every time before, in the end, it was the little man who had just fought one against two just now and got up from the bed while sighing. Reluctantly, I went to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner. Listening to the giggling laughter of the two little girls, I felt a faint sense of warmth in my heart.

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