Chapter 1009 - The Story of Ling and Heng (272)

There were whistles all around in an instant, and the other students couldn’t wait to see how Mr. Chen would be knocked out by Coach Ling.

Feng Ling just glanced at him and took a step back to make room for him. “Let’s get started.”

Chen Beiqing stepped forward. His movements were just as standard as she taught. He reached out to grab Feng Ling’s arm, and when Feng Ling was looking for the loopholes in his actions, he suddenly pulled her towards him.

Caught off guard, Feng Ling took a look at him in surprise. When she was about to push him away, he suddenly clasped her on her shoulder, and when her face suddenly changed, he suddenly carried her on his shoulder. Keeping this posture for about ten seconds, under the shocked stare of the others, he circled around several times on the spot before throwing her back onto the soft cushion on the floor.

The cushion was soft and Feng Ling was not injured at all, but at the moment Chen Beiqing threw her to the ground, he regretted it. Fearing that it would hurt her, he turned around and reached out to pull her up, only to be kicked away by the angry Feng Ling.

As the two of them tussled, she stumbled, so did he, and he fell down and pressed hard on her.

Seeing that the cold-faced coach was actually knocked out, the other students all whistled and exclaimed.

Chen Beiqing himself was also taken aback. He had never expected this result.

Feng Ling looked at him coldly. “Get up.”

Chen Beiqing looked at her apologetically, got up and reached out to pull her up, but Feng Ling didn’t even look at his hand, jumped up, and asked in a cold voice, “How do you know that I have an injury on my shoulder? Very good. Now you learn to attack my weakness?!”

“I noticed that you looked very uncomfortable whenever your left shoulder was touched. Although I was not sure if it was injured or what, I knew it was my only chance to win you. Although it was a bit despicable, I made it. This is what you once taught us in class, remember?” Chen Beiqing looked at her calmly.

Feng Ling was speechless for a while. She just beckoned him to go back and didn’t say anything.

After this class, the head coach and person in charge of the club arranged a celebration banquet because she won the National Women’s Close Combat Championship.

Feng Ling had been wearing a mask in the competition and used a code name instead of her real name, but she was still recognized, but she didn’t intend to be high-profile.

She had nothing to do in her spare time. Every day, she just went to class, rested, and repeated this process. She seemed to have lost her goal in life and lived like a walking dead. The head coach noticed her condition and suggested she attend the championship. She had been preparing for the competition for the past two months, but now after winning the championship, once again she didn’t know what she should do.

The so-called celebration banquet was just to offer a place for the coaches and students to eat and drink together.

Her alcohol intake was just as poor as before, but she still drank a few toasts. After the banquet, she declined others’ kind offer to send her home and took a taxi back to her current residence in Boston.

She was not drunk because she only drank a few glasses. There was a faint smell of wine on her and she was only tipsy.

She walked into an apartment building, entered the elevator, and pressed the number of Floor 15.

This was the place where she had been living in the past two years. It was a small apartment of about 50 square meters. The environment was not bad and the rent was not high. Although it was not in an upscale community, life here was very peaceful.

As always, she got out of the elevator, took the key, opened the door, entered the door, turned on the light, dropped the bag, kicked off the shoes,, and then it was another night when she sat on the sofa in a daze.

They all said that this was the life of ordinary people.

Unlike her life in the jungle, there was no stimulation or sense of accomplishment gained from foraging.

There was no daily devil training in XI Base, no sniper rifle, no sweat, and no life-risking missions.

It seemed that she finally lived like everyone else, but lost her original self.

As the sky darkened, Feng Ling didn’t feel sleepy. She got up and took a shower. After she came out of the bathroom, she wiped her hair, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV that was broadcasting an entertainment program. She didn’t watch it but just let the audience’s laughter fill the deathly silent room.

After wiping her hair dry, she put her hand on her shoulder.

That was the snake bite she got from the Snake Valley. It was an old injury and actually didn’t hurt anymore.

Although it didn’t hurt at all, every time it was touched, her heart would feel a tearing pain, which she didn’t know why.

Then she would feel uncomfortable all over.

So it had become an untouchable spot to her.

The spot with a little white cross on her shoulder became her sensitive spot, which should not be touched.

It had become her taboo.

At this time, her phone placed on the coffee table rang, and Feng Ling casually combed her hair with a hand, took her phone, looked at the caller ID, and answered the call.

“Feng Ling, I watched the National Close Combat Championship on TV today. Is the champion of the women’s team you?” Wen Leqing’s voice rang on the phone.

Feng Ling paused for a while. Instead of explaining, she asked, “How can you be sure that it was me?”

“I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I felt it was you. You’re the only girl I know who is so good at martial arts, and that champion’s figure is really like yours. Besides, her name is Zero and yours is Ling. What a coincidence that is! So from what I know of you, I think it must be you.”

Feng Ling smiled. “There are so many people in the world. It’s not me.”