Cyber ​​Heroes

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In the early spring of 2028, Peking University, the two-story wrestling arena on the second floor.

Chen Feng was panting heavily with sweat profusely.

A drop of sweat dripped from between his brows, and he instinctively reached out to wipe it off, but he just let the lobster gauntlet slide across the fencing mask meaninglessly.Chen Feng shook his head, dispelling the dull pain hovering over his head after being headshot by a sword, raised the scarred steel sword with his sore hands, set his posture, and stared at his opponent who was 20 years younger than him.

Seeing that he was ready, the referee, who was also a part-time Wushu Association instructor, put the long stick in his hand in the center of the field: "Peking University Soldier Fighting League, Peking University Intramural Qualifiers, the last match, the last round, the tiebreaker, start! "

The young opponent held the long sword in front of his waist, pointing the blade straight forward, posing a posture suitable for both offense and defense, firmly occupying the center line between the two, his feet kept jumping back and forth in small steps like a boxer, like a A praying mantis waiting for an opportunity.

Rely on fast steps to control the distance, like a gust of wind, fast in and fast out, and escape with one blow.Chen Feng is too familiar with this tactic, because the kid on the opposite side was brought in by himself.

He seemed to see himself back then.

It's just that he can't run anymore.

However, Chen Feng did not intend to admit defeat.Having learned the lesson of being scored by this kid's continuous fast-breaker in the previous rounds, he pulled the long sword back from his right shoulder to a nearly horizontal posture, then twisted his waist, and completely retracted the long sword and his hands behind him, but let The entire left half of the body is fully exposed in front.

Boy, all kinds of martial arts, this is the "flower of the battlefield".

It's not that Chen Feng deliberately wants to "keep a hand", but that this kid has only been introduced for a little over a semester after all, and he hasn't learned all the German styles of swordsmanship, and he is still a little far from the stage of "'German and Italian' Shuangxin".

Such a seemingly defenseless posture, but because the hands and the long sword are kept behind, it is difficult to figure out the attack distance, and it is also impossible to use fast breaks to steal hands first.

Sure enough, the opponent was stunned by this unfamiliar move, and his beating steps were stuck to the foam pad by his stunned thoughts, and he just stepped on the attack boundary line estimated by Chen Feng.

verb: move!
Chen Feng turned his shoulders and pushed forward with both hands, as if to launch a fierce heavy slash.The opponent immediately raised the sword instinctively, but Chen Feng's long sword did not swing up like a trebuchet. Instead, with a crossing of his hands, a waning moon was drawn downward, and at the same time, his right foot took a big step forward.The curly safe edge of the feather fencing sword exhausted all the speed and distance of Chen Feng's body, and sprang up to the ground like a poisonous snake, biting the opponent's sword-raising hands.

in!
Having succeeded in one blow, Chen Feng immediately retreated, and at the same time quickly pulled back the long sword in his hand to prevent the opponent's counterattack.

However, the old injured right knee refused the brain's request to retreat, and the stinging wrist of the tendon sheath failed to hold the long sword above the head vigorously.

The young swordsman seized the last counterattack beat, and made a half-circle on the top of his head with the long sword raised to protect his head, and slashed at the helmet of the beginner master.

Two steel swords collided in mid-air, and a tiny spark exploded.The red-hot iron filings wiped off at high speed drifted away like falling cherry blossoms, and immediately extinguished in mid-air.

"Stop! The blue side hits the hand, if it is effective, it gets one point; the red side hits the head, if it is effective, it gets three points. In this competition, the red side wins! This is the end of the school preliminaries. Come to my gathering, and the rest of you can disperse."

The opponent in the red cuff excitedly took off his helmet, revealing a face so young that he hadn't even shaved, and jumped to his feet in cheers.Afterwards, 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, loosened his drenched long 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.

It was lunch break time at this time, but there were already many students waiting for physical education class on the opposite basketball court, showing off their youth.Beiping in March is still very cold, and the strong wind blows, chilling the tired body suddenly.Chen Feng tied up his ponytail and put on his coat, but didn't immediately go to unlock the bicycle.I just stand blankly in this campus where I have studied before and now I have returned from overseas, enjoying the whistling cold wind that is the same as in my memory, listening to it blowing the branches of poplar trees, swaying under the cold sky. rattle.Looking up, the first batch of swifts migrating back from South Africa are flying against the wind under the cloudy clouds; beside the ancient courtyard wall, a raccoon cat with a sparrow in its mouth quietly walks past.

The moment of tranquility was interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone.

"Teacher Chen." The caller was Emiya, the first and only student he had at the moment, "an officer came to the laboratory to look for you."

"Ah? You tell him that I'll be right back." Chen Feng seemed to be sweating again from his body that had just started to dry.

"Well...he was anxious to see you, so the dean asked me to bring him to the playground to find you."

"Oh, I'm right at the door."

"Teacher, we saw you."

Before Chen Feng hung up the phone, a red-flag military car with double flashing signs stopped firmly in front of him.The car door opened, and the nervous Asadistan girl got out of the car first, followed by a star-eyed "two cents (colonel)".

"Hello, Professor Chen! My surname is Lei, just call me Director Lei." The officer showed a well-trained smile and held 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's okay." Director Lei continued to smile, "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 back.

Three heartbeats passed.

"Comrade Chen Feng." Seeing that the other party was taking offense instead of defense, Officer Lei also put away his ritualistic smile, "Can you please get in the car? I'll take you back to the laboratory."

"Okay." Chen Feng took off the bicycle key and threw it to his foreign student, "Emiya, class is about to begin, hurry up and ride my bicycle."

"Thank you, teacher!"

The car door was closed, and the Hongqi car started with a steady step that Chen Feng could hardly notice.

"It's like this." Officer Lei picked up the briefcase, took out a small device, inserted it into the port on the back of the front seat to activate it, and then continued, "There is a project in the country that needs you, I'm here to ask for your Opinion."

"Is it really solicitation rather than enlistment?" Chen Feng was not sure how much room he had for manoeuvre, but his heart was already beating fast.

"It's a solicitation."

"...Then I refuse."

(End of this chapter)