A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Jiang Chu felt that these words sounded familiar.

The other classmates had already left. Yu Wanzhou asked her if she came here to find someone and if there was anyone she could help with.

She gave a brief explanation, and the junior student's eyes lit up.

"Senior, I specialize in martial arts and have been practicing for ten years. I've participated in city-level and national-level competitions. What do you want to ask? Theory or sparring? I can talk about anything! Really!"

Jiang Chu carefully considered her words: "I'm preparing for an interdisciplinary competition in dance..."

They walked out while talking.

"...In short, I want to find some people who have actually practiced martial arts to talk about the power generation patterns of combat movements, the logic of starting stances, and that 'predictive physical readiness state' before the movement occurs..."

As she continued, she realized that her explanation was becoming too academic and worried that she might be confusing her junior, so she stopped talking at the right time.

However, Yu Wanzhou not only didn't get dizzy, but became even more interested.

"This is a very cutting-edge topic!"

Her tone was filled with undisguised excitement.

"The intersection of evolutionary kinesiology and nonverbal communication! We have relevant literature in our general education elective courses! There is a saying in traditional martial arts, 'The mind and intention are united, the intention and qi are united, and the qi and strength are united,' which means that before your body has fully unfolded the movement, it has already completed a complete rehearsal of the intention internally."

Jiang Chu nodded. "This is similar to preparing emotions, just expressed in a different way?"

"Yes!" Yu Wanzhou was very excited. "You have time now, right? Let's find a training room. I can break down the starting stances of some of the most basic boxing techniques for you. You can feel the power path with your own body. It's much more intuitive than reading literature."

Jiang Chu nodded frantically.

Yu Wanzhou's teaching methods are very reliable.

She started with the most basic standing meditation, letting Jiang Chu use her own body to feel the two completely different physical states of "center of gravity sinking into the ground" and "center of gravity floating on the surface".

"Senior, you're a dancer, so your core control and body awareness must be very strong, but some of your habits are different from those of martial artists..."

Yu Wanzhou stood to her side and gently adjusted her pelvis with her hand.

"The power generation points in martial arts are the entire waist and back, and the soles of the feet. Try replacing the awareness of 'pulling upwards' with the awareness of 'rooting downwards,' and feel the difference."

Jiang Chu tried it several times with her eyes closed.

She could feel that her center of gravity had indeed shifted subtly, becoming more stable and grounded.

"Yes! That's it! You felt it, didn't you!"

Yu Wanzhou was even happier than her, her voice rising a notch.

Next, Yu Wanzhou demonstrated several basic boxing techniques and small grappling moves from different traditional boxing styles to her.

Each movement is broken down into extremely detailed steps, from the distribution of pressure on the soles of the feet at the moment of initiation, to the sequence of spinal rotation, to the final point of force exertion.

She even drew several simplified motion mechanics diagrams for Jiang Chu on the whiteboard, marking the time differences in the activation of different parts of the body.

As Jiang Chu took notes and recorded the audio, some vague ideas about the article in her mind were becoming clearer at an unprecedented speed.

Yu Wanzhou also taught her two joint grappling techniques.

"Look, senior, this move is called wrist wrapping—if someone grabs your wrist from the front, you don't need to use force to resist. You just need to rotate your forearm in the direction of their grip, using the edge of your palm to trap the weak spot between their thumb and forefinger, and then..."

She made an extremely clean and crisp wrist flip.

Jiang Chu felt a delicate and precise force applied to her wrist, causing her to involuntarily tilt to the side by an inch.

"Wow!"

"This move doesn't require any upper body strength; it relies on the geometric principles of joint levers."

Yu Wanzhou released her grip. "If you're interested, senior, I can teach you a few more self-defense moves next time. Besides, you're quite strong to begin with."

Jiang Chu looked down at her wrist, savoring the feeling of powerlessness that had just struck her against her instincts. "Okay, I'll continue to ask you for advice if I have any questions!"

"Oh, we were just having a discussion, it's not really asking for advice!"

The two then added each other as friends and went to the cafeteria for a meal together.

Jiang Chu returned to the villa on Yunxiang Road before the evening rush hour and went to the gym on the basement floor.

She stretched for twenty minutes, doing a set of shoulder joint stability exercises while talking on the phone with her junior schoolmate.

"That preparatory mechanism of the body before and after the punch is that the body subtly gathers power backward before throwing a punch..."

Xie Jing got home early today. As soon as he entered the gym, he heard a chattering voice.

He looked in the direction of the sound.

The girl stood in front of the full-length mirror with her back to the door.

A light gray fitted vest accentuates the firm and defined lines of the back muscles.

High-waisted black sweatpants hugged her straight, slender legs, while her delicate ankles, barely able to be grasped, were bare.

"..."

She was wearing headphones and talking on the phone, her tone much softer than usual, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying an unconscious intimacy.

It's almost like coaxing a child.

Xie Jing guessed that the other person in the phone was not very old.

Occasionally, when the conversation turned to something amusing, Jiang Chu would chuckle softly, her sweet and gentle voice like a piece of candy slowly dissolving in water.

"If you want to try, no problem, but don't rush to exert force."

Jiang Chu patiently explained, "You need to feel the sequence of the spine rolling up segment by segment..."

Xie Jing stood there listening for a moment, then silently walked to the other side of the equipment area and began his own training.

The weights are already set on the barbell rack.

He took off his jacket and hung it aside, wearing only a black short-sleeved training T-shirt. The fabric clung to his body, outlining his broad shoulders and thick chest muscles.

As the man bends over to grip the bar and then stands up, the muscles in his shoulders and back bulge and stretch beneath the fabric, their lines smooth and full of power.

He did two sets of deadlifts, his breathing steady and rhythmic.

During a break, he picked up the water bottle, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Jiang Chu, who was still on the phone on the other side of the mirror.

She was facing the mirror sideways, with one leg raised behind her, her knee lightly touching the back of her head, and her head tilted slightly upwards.

"Hmm...no rush...it's already very good..."

Xie Jing put down the water bottle, gripped the barbell again, and began the third set with a blank expression.

Jiang Chu taught the junior a couple of moves, and was in a good mood. After ending the call, she saw that her boyfriend had already arrived.

"You're off work so early today!"

She jumped over happily.

Xie Jing looked down at her, "Well... I thought you only had one class this afternoon, so I canceled a social engagement and came back early."

Jiang Chu felt that he seemed slightly displeased.

Taking a few steps closer, I realized he must have been practicing for a while.

Xie Jing had just stopped from a set of exercises, his chest still rising and falling slightly, his black training T-shirt soaked with water, and his breathing was a little heavier than usual.

The skin below the collarbone, damp with sweat, gleamed faintly under the light.

The thin fabric was stretched taut by his full pectoral muscles, and below that was his firm, taut waist and abdomen.

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, his arm muscles bulging instantly, veins slightly bulging as they extended from his forearm to the back of his hand.