2028, early spring, 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, but it only caused the lobster gauntlet to scratch across the fencing mask in vain. Chen Feng shook his head to dispel the dull pain lingering in the top of 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!
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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, and kept jumping forward and backward like a boxer, like a boxer.
A mantis waiting for an opportunity.
Relying on fast steps 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 the kid opposite him had brought him in with his own hands.
He seemed to see himself back then.
It's just that he can 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 put the long sword with both hands.
It is completely tucked behind the back, but the entire left half of the body is completely exposed in front.
Boy, all kinds of martial arts, 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 swordsmanship".
Such a seemingly defenseless posture, but because both hands and sword are held behind the back, it makes it difficult to guess the distance of the attack, 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 hit the attack boundary line estimated by Chen Feng.
move!
Chen Feng turned his shoulders and pushed forward with both hands, preparing to launch a fierce slash. The opponent immediately raised the sword instinctively, but Chen Feng's long sword did not swing up like a trebuchet, but instead followed the interlacing of his hands.
, drew a waning moon downward, and at the same time took a big step forward with his right foot. The curled safety blade of Yu Feng's sword used up all the speed and distance of Chen Feng's body, and sprang up like a poisonous snake, biting the opponent's sword-raising point.
hands.
middle!
Chen Feng, who succeeded in the attack, immediately retreated and at the same time quickly pulled back his sword to prepare for the opponent's counterattack.
However, the right knee with old injuries 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 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 like falling cherry blossoms, and were immediately extinguished in mid-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 now, those who are selected for the representative team Come gather here with me, and the others can disperse."
The opponent with the red cuffs took off his helmet excitedly, revealing a face that was so young that he had not even shaved. He jumped up and cheered. Then, the freshman ran over and gave Chen Feng a big hug. .
"Thank you! Teacher Chen!"
Looking at the back of the young man running away, 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 wet 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 on the basketball court opposite there were already many students waiting for physical education classes to show off their youth. It was still very cold in Peiping in March, and the strong wind blew a sudden chill in the tired body. Chen Feng tied up his ponytail. , put on his coat, and did not immediately unlock the bicycle. He just stood blankly on the campus where he once studied and now returned from overseas, enjoying the same whistling cold wind as in his memory, listening to it blowing. The branches of the moving poplar trees rustled under the cold sky. Looking up, the first batch of swifts that migrated back from South Africa were soaring in the wind under the clouds; on the ancient courtyard wall beside, a bird with its mouth in its mouth quietly passed by. Tabby cat holding a sparrow.
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's body 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 saw you."
Before Chen Feng could hang up the phone, a red flag car with double flashing military license plates stopped steadily in front of him. The door opened, and the nervous Azadistan girl got out of the car first, followed by a sword-browed star. The purpose is "two cents and three cents (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.
"It'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 background? 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, Officer 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.