Chapter 17: Grouping

When everyone returned to the classroom, Teacher Lang was already waiting in the center of the training field, beckoning everyone to come over: "Yes, you don't have to be lazy and you run as hard as you can. You make me feel a little bit like. When you get to the field, each group of two will stand Okay, next is hand-to-hand training."
There was a crackling, and the crowd quickly reunited after dispersing, leaving behind an extremely embarrassing Zheng Zhirong who was unsuccessful. Teacher Lang grinned as if he looked at him: "Hehe, I felt upset when I was shot into the air last time. Today you will be with me. Practice and vent your dissatisfaction."
Zheng Zhirong was scared to pee, crying and begging for mercy: "Teacher Lang, please be lighter."
Looking closely at the grouping of everyone in the venue, Pan Yuguo and Murongxuan stood in the same group, Chen Feng naturally and Hongshui Bin, and Lin Xian, who didn't know who was looking for the team, was shuttled from the side. The Nangong Mengdie who came to get to a group, such an uncoordinated combination made the students next to them look at each other.
"Your goal is only one: knock down the opponent in front of you, don't keep your hands just because you know your opponent, otherwise you will taste bitter fruit, now training begins." Teacher Lang always speaks directly, and walks towards Zheng Zhirong after speaking.
Zheng Zhirong hurriedly waved his hand and questioned loudly: "Mr. Lang, don't we need to put on protective gear or something first?"
"No, training without real swords and guns is meaningless. It's better to bleed now than to die in the future." Teacher Lang did not give Zheng Zhirong a chance to speak again, grabbing his swaying hands and throwing him over the shoulders and threw him to death. Eight primes.
"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho, it's fun, Chen Feng, you know what, I've wanted to beat you for a long time~" Although Hongshui Bin was used to making jokes again, Chen Feng could tell from his eyes that he was serious.
Naturally, Chen Feng is not to be outdone. The best friend stretched out his hand and looked forward to it. He provoked: "Hey, come on if you have the ability. Don't just slap your mouth. It's boring to embroider your legs."
Hongshuibin stopped talking nonsense, and screamed straight forward. Chen Feng dodged and kicked his back, which was revealed by running over. Knowing that he couldn't easily catch Chen Feng just now, he turned around and kicked him just now. Both feet made a loud noise in the air, both of them obviously exerted a lot of effort.
Chen Feng took a few steps back with the counter-shock force, then stood on tiptoe and gently shook his right leg: "It's true, I'm not weak."
Hongshui Bin also took advantage of the momentum to shake his legs: "You are not the same, but you didn't keep your hands just now?"
"Aren't you begging for a fight by yourself~ Take the move." The pain in his right leg eased quickly, and Chen Feng stopped talking nonsense and rushed towards Shuibin. Unwilling to show weakness, Hongshui Bin rushed forward. Neither of them had learned the systematic fighting skills. They crackled with fists, fists, legs and legs.
Gradually, Hongshui Bin was not satisfied with such a boring fight, his eyes turned to make a living, and he fisted Chen Feng against his chest, and hugged Chen Feng around his waist in a surprise attack. Chen Feng and Hongshui Bin grew up together, knowing that he never played cards according to the routine, and was not eager to continue the offensive when he succeeded. He saw that Hongshui Bin changed his moves.
Chen Feng immediately dropped both hands, jamming Hong Hung Bin's unclosed arms and backing out of control. Hongshuibin failed to make a plan and gave birth to another. Seeing that Chen Feng's footing was unstable, he swept his legs and sent him directly. Chen Feng had no choice but to jump and avoid, secretly saying that it was not good.
Seeing that the opportunity finally appeared, Hung Hung Bin grabbed Chen Feng, who was falling down because of a black tiger. Chen Feng saw that he couldn't work hard in the air and couldn't avoid it. Don't even think about it. The gravity rushed towards Hongbin and cut with one hand.
Both of them refused to give in. The head-to-head result was naturally a loss for both sides. Chen Feng was hit in the chest and flew backwards. Flood Bin was struck and fell to the ground on the shoulder.
Chen Feng looked like a tortoise turned over, covering his chest: "Shui Bin, you are too abnormal, you attack all men's chests! Even so hard, they will collapse."
Hong Hung Bin used his uninjured body to prop up himself, and his mouth was still stiff: "It is natural to fight by any means. You are also ruthless, and my shoulders are about to be dislocated."
"Papa." A burst of applause interrupted the two people's quarrel. It turned out that after Teacher Lang knocked down Zheng Zhirong with one move, regardless of whether he was lying on the ground, grinning, self-pity and reluctance to get up, it happened to see their fight just now. "The only thing in war is that you die or die. No matter what method is used, the victor is the one who survives. You performed well just now. You have to do more tricks and deal with it properly."
What happened to Teacher Lang? Actually praised people today? Is the sun coming out from the west? Chen Feng Shuibin glanced at each other, seeing that the other's eyes were all surprised.
Teacher Lang continued to watch the other fights. Pan Yuguo and Murongxuan were all match-ups over there. The two flew up and down. You punched me and hit me. The erratic body shape was almost like going to the sky and the ground, which is not the same as Chen Feng Shuibin’s entanglement just now. .
On the other side, Lin Xian was unlucky. Seeing Nangong Mengdie approaching him, he was stupid and didn't know what to do, and he fell to the ground when he met him. Lin Xian, who was lying down on the ground, was even more of a six-shenshen. He just wanted to get up with a stubborn upside down, but ended up being tripped and thrown into a big horse. Lin Xian was not annoyed or discouraged, still struggling to stand up, and finally was restrained by Nangong Mengdie's scissors to the ground.
"Hiss..." Chen Feng couldn't help taking a breath after seeing it. It was really tragic. The pain on his body was nothing compared to Lin Xian.
The corners of Hongshuibin's mouth twitched slightly when he saw Lin Xian's miserable condition. He happened to see Chen Feng in a daze and he was secretly happy. He quietly approached and threw him down. He locked his throat: "Haha, when you are fighting, you are still distracted, die~"
"Ahhhhhh! Despicable! You actually attacked!" Chen Feng could only hold onto Hongshui Bin's arm desperately, and would never let him succeed, but he was just struggling with no chance of counterattack.
Teacher Lang looked around at the performance of the crowd, and when he heard the movement around him, he turned his eyes and saw that Chen Feng and Shuibin were entangled and quarreling with each other in a sharp contrast, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
The smile disappeared quickly, and a stern voice sounded: "Okay, stop everything."
The students in the field separated one after another, and Hongshui Bin also let go of Chen Feng, Lin Xian finally escaped from the ravages of Nangong Mengdie, Pan Yuguo and Murong Xuanyi were still struggling to stop.
After stopping, the students observed each other's situation, and found that except for a few people, most of them had blue noses and swollen faces, but Zheng Zhirong, who was picked by Teacher Lang as his opponent, had only dirty clothes.
"What did you find after fighting against the classmates around you? What did you gain?" Teacher Lang did not rush to urge, and started to ask questions when everyone stood still.
"If you have learned that you want to lose, you must lose? Don't struggle indiscriminately?" Zheng Zhirong replied tremblingly, wondering if he was really not afraid of death.
Teacher Lang glanced at Zheng Zhirong lightly: "Don't worry, you can be killed in battle this way." He was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath, turning him into a hard statue.
The rest of the people did not know how to answer, and finally Pan Yuguo decided to come forward: "Reporting to the teacher, I think we need to fight more with people of equal strength to improve our strength quickly."
Now that Pan Yuguo has stepped forward, Murongxuan is naturally unwilling to show weakness: "Report to the teacher, I think it is best to choose one move to win when the match is strong enough, if the strength is quite good, it is best to exhaust the opponent's physical strength, if the strength is insufficient, it is best to let go and look for it. opportunity."
Teacher Lang raised his one-eyed eyebrows and nodded: "Well, you two have a higher foundation than the other students. You will train in a fixed group in the future."
Then Teacher Lang looked at the other students: "Look at how you look like you were beaten up, do you know why? It's because you don't even know how to fight!"
The crowd was in an uproar. For the first time since childhood, they were pointed to their noses and said that they would not fight. Hongshui Bin couldn't bear to ask, "Teacher, what does it mean to fight?"
Although Teacher Lang's face was scary, he didn't embarrass the students because of such questions: "Hehe, don't worry. I ask you, if you will fight, you will be beaten by the same opponent, and your opponent can stand in front of you alive?"
It seemed to make sense. Chen Feng's fight with Hung Hung Bin all came with his temper as he wanted. He never considered what situation would suit what action, so Chen Feng touched his chin to think carefully.
Everyone looked at each other, only to find that they couldn't refute it, and Hung Hung Bin was like a deflated ball: "How about a fight?"
Teacher Lang has always spoken so directly, and directly compared Pan Yuguo and Murongxuan with big hands: "Just like them, you remember that the purpose of fighting is either to defeat the opponent or to choose to withdraw. The most important thing is to be unable to decide the victory or defeat. You must protect yourself before. Instead of beating each other like a gangster, what do you want to do? Ah? Do you think that this kind of injury can be used as a medal?"
Watching Teacher Lang speak more and more severely, the students in the field bowed their heads one by one, silently beginning to reflect on the situation of the direct match.
"Human fighting is the same as mecha fighting. Although mecha fighting is more varied and has no fixed format, you must master the basic movements." Seeing the atmosphere gradually solidify, Teacher Lang said again: "The rest of the day. I teach you basic mecha fighting skills. This is the experience that countless people in our country have spent nearly 20 years summarizing. I hope you will study hard and think more about how to use it when you go back. I don’t want to see anyone with a bruised nose standing in the classroom again in the next class. ."
Teacher Lang didn't say much any more, walked to the front of the venue and started a series of basic movements, everyone quickly started learning.