Chapter 103 An inch of strength

When he just returned to his hometown from Gaohe, Lin Fan signed up for a lot of classes to distract himself.

There are those learning foreign languages, some learning to play the piano, some learning painting, and there is also a gym.

After practicing in the gym for 2 months, she felt that that kind of exercise was of little significance to her. She then turned around and signed up for a martial arts gym, where she learned some traditional routines and the basics of Sanda.

"Why do you suddenly think of practicing these things?" Li Chunhua asked curiously, holding a sandbag next to him. "Nowadays, children are usually sent to martial arts gyms for exercise, right?"

Lin Fan was already 32 when he went there. It was very unusual for a woman of this age to go to a martial arts gym.

"I didn't think much about it at first. I just wanted to keep myself busy and fill up my time so that I wouldn't have time to daydream." Lin Fan threw a straight punch. "Later, I felt that Sanda would be more protective for me."

, which is more effective than simply running and lifting irons.”

"Concentrate!" Song Ren stopped the two of them chatting, helped Lin Fan correct her movements, and asked her to continue hitting the sandbag.

The two of them didn't dare to say anything anymore, and the only sound of "bang bang" was heard in the training room.

Lin Fan had learned the movements. Although it was not so standard after a few years, he quickly got started after Song Ren corrected him several times.

The recent muscle training has been quite effective, and Lin Fan's strength is gradually increasing.

In order to prevent the sandbag from being hit by her and swinging around, Song Ren held it back with one hand, allowing Lin Fan to hit the right spot with every blow.

After punching 200 times each with his left and right hands, Lin Fan's arms felt hot and numb, and he felt like he could no longer lift them.

Song Ren could see from the blow that she had no strength and asked her to rest for ten minutes.

Lin Fan took off his heavy boxing gloves, shook his white hands, moved his fingers, and tried to unscrew the cap of the water bottle. Unfortunately, he tried several times without success.

Li Chunhua happened to be resting aside. Seeing how hard she was working, he took out the water bottle from her hand and helped her unscrew it.

"Here." Li Chunhua handed the water to Lin Fan and wiped the sweat himself, "You played pretty well just now."

Lin Fanxian glanced at him.

The two people's punch bags were next to each other, and Li Chunhua's punches were in place, and the sound was "bang bang", which was far different from her weak fist.

"What's that expression on your face?" Li Chunhua drank water, "I'm telling the truth. For the first time, you played really well."

Lin Fan's posture standard, although the strength is not enough, can be changed through continuous contact in the later stage.

"This is not my first time either." Lin Fan was talking about her previous experience in the martial arts gym.

"How long has it been? It's true that the body has memory, but after such a long time, your body's memory has long disappeared. It's equivalent to the first time." Li Chunhua took another sip of water. "I'm optimistic about you.

"

Lin Fan screwed on the bottle cap and asked Li Chunhua: "How long will it take to reach your level?"

People are like this. When they first get started, they always want to use time to determine the distance between them and a high level.

"Hmm... It's hard to say." Li Chunhua scratched his head, "I have been a soldier since I was 19 and have been practicing until now. It's hard to say how long it will take to train like this."

"Are all those in the reserve team like you?" Lin Fan asked again. She had seen many groups of reserve players recently.

"That's not true. Most people can't reach my level." Li Chunhua said with pride, "I am one of the more powerful members of the reserve team, ranked among the top five."

"So powerful?" Lin Fan didn't expect that Li Chunhua, who seemed to be buzzing, was so powerful.

"Hey! It's not that powerful." Li Chunhua scratched his head in embarrassment, "Our boss is really powerful. My level is not worth mentioning in front of it. Boss, let us see yours too.

Straight punch."

He suddenly shouted to Song Ren who was doing other exercises on the equipment.

Song Ren saw that Lin Fan was looking over and did not refuse. He slowly finished his movements and walked steadily to the sandbag. He didn't put on his gloves and just hit the sandbag directly.

Lin Fan is a layman and doesn't understand the rules.

Just look at how powerful his punches were, and the afterimages of his arms were swung out. The hitting frequency was intensive, and the "bang bang bang" hit the sandbag without stopping, and the sound was heavy and muffled.

But the sandbags swinging left and right in her and Li Chunhua's hands only swayed slightly.

"How is it? It's awesome." Li Chunhua hadn't seen Song Ren boxing for a long time, and his eyes were very hot.

Lin Fan realized that he had forgotten to breathe as soon as he raised his breath, "Awesome!"

"Do you know what's the best?" Li Chunhua looked like he wanted to point her out.

"Where?" Lin Fan asked.

Fast? It seemed like it wasn't just fast. She couldn't tell, but she felt that Song Ren's strength was not just in the speed of his punches.

"The most amazing thing is that the sandbag didn't move!" Li Chunhua smiled meaningfully.

"Yes, why won't the sandbag move?" Lin Fan finally discovered something unusual after his prompting.

When she hit the punching bag, she obviously didn't have much strength, and the punching bag would swing left and right. When she punched, she always felt that she couldn't use the force, and Song Ren had to support her from behind to hit the target.

When Li Chunhua hits the sandbag, the sandbag will shake, and he will see the right moment and hit the sandbag hard again at the moment it comes.

And Song Ren, judging from the sound, is obviously stronger and faster than Li Chunhua, why is the sandbag shaking only slightly to the point of being ignored?

Lin Fan looked at Li Chunhua, asking for advice.

"That's because the boss used his strength." Li Chunhua said proudly.

Cun Jin? Lin Fan seemed to have heard of it in the movie. "Wing Chun?"

"The short bridge hand in Wing Chun is to use inch strength." Li Chunhua nodded, "It is to suddenly accelerate the muscle contraction at the moment the movement is completed, and to produce a short, quick burst of power."

"Don't think it sounds simple, but this timing is difficult to master." Seeing that Lin Fan was confused, Li Chunhua continued to explain, "Look at the punching bag, relax when punching, and suddenly accelerate and explode when it is about to hit. You didn't pay attention to the punching bag.

I beat it when I did."

You say you hit the sandbag without paying attention? This description is quite vivid.

"So the sandbag didn't move because it didn't react?" Lin Fan asked following his explanation.

"Don't look at the sandbag, it seems that it's not moved, it must be all broken inside..." Li Chunhua shook his head and said, "But the inside of the sandbag is originally broken, so you can't see it. Anyway, if it were replaced with something else, such as a door panel or something like that,

, it broke with the first punch.”

"So powerful?" Lin Fan was surprised.

"Yes, Cun Jin doesn't look very powerful, but he is very lethal." Li Chunhua said, "If masters compete with each other, Cun Jin will have the upper hand more easily because he can launch compact attacks at very close distances. Most people can't handle it.

Come."

Lin Fan thought of the clips in the movie, and it felt like that.

She looked at the triumphant Li Chunhua and asked something that touched people's hearts.

"Then you know how to be strong?"

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