Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The basement of the National Development and Reform Commission is the training ground for internal security personnel.

This was a completely enclosed concrete structure, with the overhead incandescent lights emitting a slightly chilly buzzing sound. The air was filled with a mixture of rubber mats and faint sweat, an environment that unconsciously activated Liu Ming's long-dormant muscle memory.

"Take this!"

Lin Xiaoxiao let out a delicate shout, her whole being moving like a nimble white crane, bringing with it a fragrant breeze.

Her steps were light and unsettling.

Obviously.

This is a footwork technique personally taught by Elder Lin.

Lin Xiaoxiao's side kick was powerful and heavy, the fabric of her training clothes whistling through the air, aimed straight at Liu Ming's temple. Liu Ming's eyes were calm, and just as the toe was about to touch his hair, he tilted his head back slightly.

"Whoosh!"

The kick barely grazed the tip of his nose.

Lin Xiaoxiao moved extremely quickly.

She missed her kick, then followed up with a spinning kick.

His right leg left afterimages as he launched a relentless barrage of attacks, like a raging storm.

Liu Ming always kept one hand behind her back.

He strolled leisurely across the mat.

Every time Lin Xiaoxiao's attack seemed about to land, he always managed to dodge it by the slightest margin.

"Liu Ming! All you can do is hide!" Lin Xiaoxiao stomped her feet angrily, and her breathing became rapid.

She had initially thought that with her skills honed growing up in a military compound, even if she couldn't defeat Liu Ming, she could at least keep him on his toes. But now, this man was toying with her like a kitten, not even breaking a sweat.

"Xiaoxiao, this fighting style is too physically demanding. Your center of gravity is too high, and your weaknesses are all in your lower body."

While dodging, Liu Ming even had the leisure to offer advice.

"Shut up! We'll talk after we win!"

Lin Xiaoxiao was angered by his nonchalant attitude.

She took a deep breath and suddenly lowered her center of gravity.

With her two fists clenched tightly, she unleashed a set of military-style boxing techniques that required immense explosive power.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each punch landed solidly in the air, producing a dull thud.

Seeing that the girl was almost exhausted, Liu Ming knew that she couldn't delay any longer.

If we keep fighting, this young lady will be exhausted to the point of collapse.

Just as Lin Xiaoxiao swept her leg across the field and momentarily lost her balance,

Liu Ming's expression changed.

That instant.

His oppressive aura, that belonged to "Shura," pressed down on Lin Xiaoxiao like a tidal wave.

Lin Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, and her movements slowed down.

It's now!

Liu Ming approached him like a ghost.

His hand precisely gripped Lin Xiaoxiao's slender wrist.

Pull it along with the momentum.

Use the momentum to push.

"ah!"

Lin Xiaoxiao felt an overwhelming, gentle force surge towards her, and her body completely lost its balance.

Fearing she might fall and hurt herself, Liu Ming suddenly wrapped his right arm around her slender waist.

A magnificent turnaround.

The two of them collapsed onto the soft fighting mat.

Due to inertia.

Liu Ming pressed herself against Lin Xiaoxiao.

His hands gripped Lin Xiaoxiao's wrists tightly, pressing them above her head.

Close at hand.

Lin Xiaoxiao's originally pale face turned bright red in that instant.

She could even feel Liu Ming's warm breath spraying onto her collarbone.

That intense aura of male hormones completely froze her prepared counterattack.

"Did you lose?" Liu Ming looked into her eyes, his voice low and slightly teasing.

Lin Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the face so close to hers.

Those deep, ocean-like eyes seemed to possess a certain magic, drawing her soul into them.

She had never had such close contact with any man before, let alone this man she had admired for three whole years.

"We lost..."

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her voice softening. The murderous intent in her eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by an overflowing shyness and...success.

She suddenly stuck out her little tongue and playfully licked her lips, staring intently at Liu Ming.

"Brother Liu Ming, a bet's a bet."

"You beat me, so I won't pester you to marry me anymore."

"but……"

"I have a rule: whoever beats me is my man, Lin Xiaoxiao's man."

"Huh?" Liu Ming was completely dumbfounded.

Doesn't this logic... seem a bit off?

He quickly let go, stood up somewhat awkwardly, and distanced himself from the other person.

He had killed countless people on the battlefield in his life, but never before had he felt a feeling of "headache" spreading wildly.

"Xiaoxiao, stop fooling around. That was just a friendly sparring match, not a martial arts contest to find a husband." Liu Ming rubbed her temples, looking helpless.

Lin Xiaoxiao got up from the mat.

She slowly brushed the dust off her practice clothes and tidied her messy high ponytail.

She watched Liu Ming flee in disarray, a glint of victory flashing in her eyes.

She blushed.

He walked up to Liu Ming, tilted his head back, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'm not being silly."

"Brother Liu Ming, you won. I accept my loss."

Looking at the girl's "I'm sticking to you" attitude, Liu Ming smiled wryly and raised his hands, his voice full of surrender.

"Well... Xiaoxiao, how about this, I'm begging you."

"If I beat you, I'll marry you? Can I accept defeat with that kind of victory?"

"I want to see too. Is it too late to admit defeat?"