The football flew high into the sky, and with a bang, the tall man fell to the ground. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his limbs were twitching. It was a horrible sight.
The laughter seemed to have been abruptly cut off by an invisible hand. More than a dozen people looked at their companion on the ground in shock. Two girls even screamed.
"Uh... sorry, sorry, I meant to catch it with my hands. What are you doing... uh..." Jiaming's expression was innocent and helpless. "Why do you have to use your face?"
Seeing the other party become like this, Lingjing wiped the dust on her face and couldn't help but look at him with a smile. Shasha saw that her side had the upper hand. She waved the wooden stick twice and stopped rushing forward.
The boy who had rushed over to be the good guy saw his companion become like this. He pointed at Jiaming and was about to rush over. "You actually..."
"Actually what?
I dare you to come over here again! "He had only taken two steps when Shasha raised the wooden stick and aimed it at him.
Every day when it was close to evening, the square was filled with students who had nothing to do and came out for a stroll. With the commotion, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The boy in front was still afraid of the stick. He pointed at Jiaming and said, "Today's matter won't end. If you're a man, come over. We don't want to hit a woman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shasha had already swung the stick. The other party reached out to block and immediately staggered back a few steps. He grimaced in pain. "If it's not over, then it's not over. Who would be afraid of you sissies?"
As the girl spoke, she waved the wooden stick and chased after him. The boy was hit twice in the hand and once in the leg, he was immediately knocked to the ground. Jiaming and Lingjing were afraid that she would be at a disadvantage, so they quickly followed. Then they heard Jiaming shout, "Shasha, be careful!"
A figure suddenly rushed towards Sha Sha. High up in the air, he kicked!
Perfect and standard Taekwondo posture!
Shasha subconsciously raised the stick to block. With a snap, the wooden stick broke in the middle.
The figures intertwined, and the three bodies fell in different directions. Shasha flew backward, and Jiaming's body fell to the ground after the violent impact.
Just now, the person who had used the perfect kick was still in the air and hadn't landed on the ground. He was hit by Jiaming, and the waist and lower abdomen, which were the weakest parts, hit the gorgeous lamppost. After the body fell to the ground, he didn't even have the strength to groan. He just held his stomach, his whole face twisted in pain, and rolled on the ground...
After the onlookers sucked in a breath of cold air, most of them revealed expressions of lingering fear.
Just now, the person who had rushed over was called Lu Jianchuan. He was in his second year of high school. His family didn't have a strong background, but he was definitely an expert in martial arts. He was quite proficient in Taekwondo, Judo, and several domestic martial arts. When he fought, he wouldn't be careless in front of more than ten students. He was quite influential in the school.
Just now, seeing that he was about to make a move, most of the onlookers who knew about the situation thought that the three people — or at least the boy — were dead meat. That fierce kick in the air, even an outsider could see that it was executed very well. It broke the wooden stick with one kick. Who knew that the boy next to him would rush over so quickly? It was just a clumsy collision without any skill. Coincidentally, there was a lamppost next to them.
Thus, a miracle occurred, and so did a tragedy.
This kick didn't land on Shasha's body. When she got up, she looked at the broken wooden stick with lingering fear. Looking at Jiaming, who was also struggling to get up, she really wanted to rush over and kiss him.
Sure enough, Jiaming usually looked soft, but when it came to critical moments, he was the most reliable.
Seeing that Jiaming had blocked the kick for her, Shasha felt sweet in her heart. For a moment, she didn't want to fight again. However, Jiaming was different. As soon as he got up, he immediately rushed to Lu Jianchuan, who was on the ground.
Before the martial arts star in the school could catch his breath, one of his hands was suddenly grabbed by Jiaming. He knew that it was too dangerous at this time, so he used all his strength to struggle.
Then, more than ten people who followed closely behind also approached.
"What are you doing..."
"Let him go..."
The two people in front reached out to pull Jiaming away, but the next moment, they were kicked away by Lingjing and Shasha. Then, a heart-wrenching scream resounded through the square. Everyone's heart was filled with horror.
After a seemingly ridiculous struggle for the hands, Lu Jianchuan's right index finger was directly broken by Jiaming.
Hearing this scream, Lingjing and Shasha were also a little scared.
A few days ago at the martial arts center, Papa Ye inadvertently talked about some combat skills. If one could do it, bending fingers would definitely be a very practical move.
However, according to Papa Ye, this method needed to be fast, and it was very effective when one struck first.
Who knew that Jiaming would not only apply what he had learned, but also draw inferences about other situations. He simply waited until the opponent had no ability to resist to snatch the enemy's finger and bend it.
"You bunch of hooligans, who else wants to come?"
Just now, the struggle for the fingers seemed to be very intense. At this time, Jiaming was squatting there, gasping for breath, but his hand was already holding Lu Jianchuan's right middle finger, waving it in front of everyone's eyes.
This person's index finger had been bent at a strange angle. He used 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 as he held his poor right arm.
The situation had developed to this point, and some of the dozen people couldn't take it anymore. A few of the girls' faces had already turned green, and most of the onlookers' faces were also somewhat unbearable.
One of the boys who seemed to be the leader said, "Don't, don't mess around. Everyone has to study in school. It's just a small matter, there's no need to make a big deal out of it, classmate."
"Small matter?
Who caused this small matter? "Jiaming looked at him and asked.
"Sorry, I admit it. It's our fault. We just saw that these two girls were very beautiful, and wanted to attract their attention. I'm really sorry."
Hearing him say this, Lingjing and Shasha were slightly embarrassed. Jiaming let go of Lu Jianchuan's hand, snorted, and turned around to leave. The two girls naturally didn't want to stay here and be watched like monkeys.
The three of them walked back, picked up the small yellow desk, and walked in the direction of home.
Just now, Lingjing said, "I just saw Sister Ya Han's car. It was parked at the side of the square, and Sister Ya Han was in the car."
"She didn't even come out to help when she was there, too shameful." Jiaming said.
"However, Jiaming, you were very good just now. Although your action of snatching people's fingers was a bit clumsy.
But if you didn't rush over, I would have been kicked. "
"I'm so good. What's the reward?"
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
"Ha, Shasha wants it again..."
The three of them chattered, accompanied by bell-like laughter from time to time, and disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the other side of the square, in the not-so-expensive sedan, Ya Han was expressing her doubts to a middle-aged man in the back seat.
"Mr. Chen, why didn't you let me get out just now?
When this kind of conflict occurs between students, the teacher has the responsibility to step in. "
"Ha, ha, isn't it fine now?
I just think that kid... is very interesting. Has he practiced martial arts before? "
"Martial arts..." Ya Han was shocked. She thought to herself, could it be that this old man saw something?
She said, "Are you talking about the one who bent fingers?
His name is Gu Jiaming. He has practiced martial arts before, and he can be considered my junior brother. But it was just an ordinary martial arts center, and they taught some simple fist techniques. He was the dumbest among the students. His fist techniques were quite normal, but he didn't know how to use them. Occasionally, when he was forced to compete with others, he would only run away. Mr. Chen, do you think he is very good? "
When she asked this question, she couldn't help but feel nervous. The middle-aged man in the rearview mirror was called Chen Guxia. It was said that he was a martial arts master in the country. He was the kind of person who truly understood Qigong. Would he see something in Jiaming?
Before Chen Guxia could speak, a woman beside him interrupted, "I don't think so. It seems like he was just a bit lucky. His moves are very clumsy."
"No, it's not luck."
Chen Guxia shook his head, "His moves were very accurate both times, and he grasped the situation quite accurately. If he is always thinking of running away, then I think we can assume that he is the kind of person who can unleash great power in situations where he can't escape. He has a very good aptitude, but he usually doesn't dare to use it.
If he can overcome the obstacles in his heart, he will definitely have great achievements.
Hmm, this time, this school has opened a martial arts class. I can try to teach him... "
Hearing him say this, Ya Han was relieved. The car steadily drove into the Sacred Heart College.
Jiaming, who didn't have the ability to predict the future, naturally didn't know that a certain "martial arts master" had the idea of taking him in as a disciple.
After returning home, there was only one thing he could think of at the moment, and that was to satisfy the needs of his two little wives.
"Uh, I say... why are you guys so excited today? It's not even night time yet..."
"Because, uh... Jiaming, you were so good just now, ah..."
"Because Shasha and I found a good husband..."
After closing the door and windows, on the big bed, the young husband hugged his two little wives, who were satisfied, with a slightly distressed expression.
"Although I'm very happy to hear you say this, I haven't eaten yet... I'm so hungry..."
"Ah... but, we haven't gone to buy groceries, and it's already late..."
"I was so excited on the way back..."
"Forget it." The young husband sighed, "Let's eat noodles."
"Then... who's going to cook?" Lying there lazily, someone asked, and then the three of them looked at each other.
This kind of scene was actually not the first or second time. The three monks had no water to drink, and life after marriage was so dispirited.
However, just like every time before, in the end, the young man who was fighting one against two just now got up from the bed and sighed.
Helplessly, he went to the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner. Listening to the laughter of the two little girls, he felt a faint warmth in his heart.