Sheng Qingyan suddenly laughed.
He didn't dodge or evade, allowing Rong Yu to lock his right leg. But in the mont he was about to lose his balance, his left hand clamped down on Rong Yu's right wrist like an iron vise. His right hand supported her lower back, and using her montum, he fell backward, completing a flawless reversal.
As the world spun, Rong Yu realized Sheng Qingyan was protecting the back of her head, gently placing her onto the soft mat.
Yu Kexin raised her hand weakly. "Instructor, you didn't treat us like this just now..."
Sheng Qingyan's expression didn't change. "Because you were the wrong examples, while she is the textbook answer."
"You're very impressive," Sheng Qingyan said, looking at Rong Yu. "But you lack systematic training. You should find an opportunity to learn."
Rong Yu stood up and said loudly, "Thank you for the guidance, Instructor."
She returned to her spot in the formation.
Sheng Qingyan swept a cold gaze across the field. "Male comrades, it's your turn. First up, the class monitor."
Song Huai replied, "Report, Instructor! The class monitor broke his leg yesterday and is in the hospital."
"Then you'll do." Sheng Qingyan pointed at him. "Co up here."
Song Huai was speechless.
He shouldn't have opened his big mouth.
He stepped forward and stamred, "I-Instructor, I'm not feeling well. Could I..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sheng Qingyan's long leg swept him right onto the soft mat. "A true soldier never shows weakness. You can go down now."
Song Huai scrambled up from the mat, looking thoroughly disgraced, and returned to the ranks.
The rest of the boys shivered in fear.
Sheng Ciyuan raised his hand. "I'll do it."
Sheng Qingyan struck like lightning. He grabbed Sheng Ciyuan by the belt with one hand, spun him around in the air three tis like a windmill, and then lightly dropped him to the ground.
Sheng Ciyuan felt so dizzy he almost threw up on the spot.
This was his older brother, his own flesh-and-blood brother! How could he be so ruthless? After all these years of painstakingly raising his older brother, his efforts had ultimately been betrayed.
The boys went up one by one.
Sheng Qingyan stood in the center of the training ground. Over a dozen boys were already sprawled at his feet, scattered haphazardly like small saplings swept up by a sandstorm. He said coldly, "This is Huaqing University's elite class? You can't even withstand a single blow. Rong Yu! Step forward! Co and give everyone a demonstration!"
"Yes, Instructor!"
Rong Yu stepped out and stood before the crowd.
Everyone felt as if they had been granted amnesty and quickly ran back to their places in the formation.
The ground of the combat training field was scorching hot under the midday sun. Over twenty pairs of eyes from the Tianxingjian class were fixed squarely on Rong Yu.
Sheng Qingyan announced, "I'm going to exchange a few moves with Rong Yu. Watch closely."
Hearing this, Rong Yu's gaze sharpened. She quickly adjusted her stance, lowered her center of gravity, and assud a standard combat-ready posture. She knew Sheng Qingyan wanted to use actual combat to give the freshn a more intuitive understanding of the techniques.
"Watch closely. When the opponent attacks with a straight punch, after a conventional block, you can counterattack like this." As soon as Sheng Qingyan finished speaking, his right fist drove forward with a fierce gust of wind.
Rong Yu reacted extrely fast. She blocked with her left arm while spinning her body to the right. Her right hand ford a palm and chopped toward Sheng Qingyan's ribs as fast as lightning.
This strike was fast and precise, carrying the sound of breaking air. The freshn couldn't help but let out low gasps.
But it was as if Sheng Qingyan had eyes in the back of his head. Just as Rong Yu's palm was about to touch his body, he violently twisted his waist, easily dodging the blow. At the sa ti, his left hand naturally grabbed Rong Yu's wrist. With a slight pull, he forced her arm off course.
"Note that when counterattacking, you must leave yourself so leeway. Don't completely give away your center of gravity."
The two went back and forth, their movents so fast they were a dazzling blur.
Suddenly, a jarring voice rang out.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
The stunned twenty-plus freshn looked toward the sound and saw an old man braving the blazing sun. He rushed over shakily and grabbed Sheng Qingyan by the shoulder.
Sheng Qingyan instinctively prepared to counterattack.
But the mont he turned his head and t Old Master Ji's aged face, he imdiately let go, allowing himself to be pushed away.
"This is too much! A grown man bullying a little girl, an instructor bullying a student—it's outrageous!"
Old Master Ji hurriedly bent down to help Rong Yu up.
Sheng Qingyan spoke up, "Old Master Ji, you misunderstand. This is a routine teaching demonstration, not bullying..."
"Oh, it's you." Old Master Ji recognized him and looked at him in astonishnt. "Weren't you at Base 4? Why did you co to Huaqing to be an instructor? Are you using this as an excuse to pursue..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Rong Yu coughed loudly.
Over twenty pairs of bright, wide eyes were staring right at them. Why was this old guy spouting nonsense?
Old Master Ji finally realized his slip of the tongue.
He imdiately looked at Instructor Yan and explained, "I was invited by Huaqing University to give an entrepreneurship guidance lecture to the seniors. I just happened to be passing by. It was a misunderstanding, and I interrupted everyone's military training. I hope the instructor won't hold it against an old man like ."
Rong Yu silently grumbled in her heart.
This old guy definitely wasn't just passing by; he had gone out of his way to co watch her military training.
Moreover, this so-called entrepreneurship lecture was probably an opportunity he had painstakingly fought for, just so he could experience her college life.
Having such a clingy son was actually quite a blessing.
She suddenly felt very curious about what kind of presence this old guy would have on the podium.
She asked, "What ti is the lecture?"
Old Master Ji replied, "It starts at seven o'clock tonight."
It happened to be Saturday, so there was no military training in the evening. Rong Yu said, "Save a seat for in the front row. I'm going too."
Old Master Ji suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
His little bit of entrepreneurial experience might serve as guidance for students, but wouldn't Mom find it too childish?
He hurriedly said, "You guys continue your military training. I still have so matters to attend to."
He quickly walked to the shadows of a teaching building and made a phone call. "A-Yuan, that entrepreneurship guidance PowerPoint you made for is still lacking sothing. I need it to be of a higher level and more in tune with the tis. Furthermore, it absolutely must be high-end, profound, and difficult to understand..."
Ji Zhiyuan was speechless.
An entrepreneurship guide that needed to be profound and difficult to understand? Had the old man gone mad?
Sheng Qingyan was the military martial arts coach for the entire freshman camp. After teaching the Tianxingjian class for half an hour, he transferred to other colleges, while Rong Yu and her classmates continued their basic training.
After the day's training ended, Rong Yu and her roommates finished their dinner and went to attend the lecture together.
Just as she walked to the door, Rong Yu was surrounded by a crowd of people.
Most of them were junior and senior upperclassn.
"Look, the newly crowned campus belle is here! Winning the title by an absolute landslide, she truly deserves it!"
"She looks so beautiful and her grades are insanely good. I heard she's in the Tianxingjian class. Seriously, what door did God even close for her?"
"I heard that during the freshman military training today, she fought the martial arts instructor to a draw. She's too strong."
"..."
As they were talking, a figure suddenly walked in, and the crowd instantly fell silent.
These juniors and seniors hadn't participated in the military training, so theoretically, they shouldn't have recognized the martial arts coach. However, Sheng Qingyan's looks were simply too top-tier. Soone had secretly taken a photo of him and posted it on the school forum, where it instantly went viral. He was dubbed the most handso instructor in the history of Huaqing University.
A group of girls began to scream wildly.
"Oh my god, Instructor Sheng looks even more handso in a button-down shirt!" Yu Kexin stared in disbelief before imdiately shrinking back. "Is he walking toward us? Just seeing him terrifies . I'm going inside."
Rong Yu stood her ground. When Sheng Qingyan walked over to her, she asked, "Didn't you say you were leaving tonight?"
"I'll leave after the lecture," Sheng Qingyan replied calmly.
He couldn't shake the feeling that if he missed this lecture, he might miss out on sothing important.
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