Chapter 30: Beginning 3

The other end of Huaisha City.
In the night, the sparse lights in the dark and huge city are like light yellow fireflies, some of them light up, some are dark.
Less than five hundred meters from the port, in a building near the road, the fifth floor training room.
Chen Huan, holding a black wooden stick, stood in front of the window, watching the little lights slowly turning on, and said nothing.
She tied her ponytail and wore a white protective suit underwear, which outlined the tight and slender curves of her body.
"Starting sword training again?"
Behind the training room door opened, Xu Yi came in with a cup of hot tea.
Unlike Chen Huan, she was dressed in black pajamas with long hair and seemed to be getting up.
"Well, we're going to compete for promotion, and practice well." Chen Huan turned back. "Why do you get up so early."
"I should have opened the door. As soon as I came in, I saw that the lights in the practice room were on, and I knew you must have arrived earlier. Then I came up to see."
Xu Yi paused, walked to Chen Huan, pulled down a wooden chair and sat down.
"Worried about that Lin Sheng?" She lowered her voice.
"I have to worry, there are only two places in Huaisha City, with a total of ten teams. I am not in a good condition now, and I can't guarantee that I will be able to keep the second." Chen Huan said in a deep voice.
"So you're going crazy?" Xu Yi asked. "Do you find it useful to practice more?"
"......." Chen Huan said nothing.
Xu Yi also stopped talking.
She knew exactly why Chen Huan worked so hard.
Because the national amateur swordsmanship league is mainly organized by some rich people interested in Naxi swordsmanship.
Regal sponsored, naturally rely on generous bonuses to attract major teams.
And here in Huaisha, as long as you advance to the provincial level, you can get a promotion reward of 50,000 yuan. For Chen Huan, this is a sum that cannot be missed.
Every once in a while, the National Amateur Swordplay League is when she is justified and earns extra income.
This has always been good. But suddenly Lin Sheng popped up.
Chen Huan was obviously not sure that he could beat the guy, so it was too stressful. Get up so early to practice.
"You are so, be careful."
"It doesn't matter ... my own body is clear." Chen Huan shook his head slightly.
Xu Yi sighed, no more to say, turned and slowly walked away with the tea.
Click the door and close it behind.
She paused for a while, and soon heard the burst of wooden sticks coming out of the practice room behind her.
Sighing again, Xu Yi quickened his pace and went down to the fourth floor. Back to the building management room.
Her main job is the administrator of the gym. She usually manages the martial arts sports center. Responsible for coordinating and renting practice rooms.
Back in the management room, Xu Yi closed the door, quickly picked up the landline phone on his desk, and dialed a string of numbers skillfully.
'beep....'
‘Click .... Hey? ’After a slight current, a calm male voice came from the microphone.
"I." Xu Yi answered. "She has practiced again today for three consecutive days."
‘.......’ There was no noise from the other side.
"Last time her injury was not finished ... I was a little worried." Xu Yi paused.
'I know. ’An answer from the man on the phone. ‘You continue to help me look at her. ’
"Know." Xu Yi exhaled and lowered the microphone when he heard the other side hung up.
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"I'm not sick! No sick !!! Really! Believe me !!!"
Inside the Steelscale Clubhouse.
Russell got his neck stuck in Madilan's hands.
"You are not ill! You have to cure!" Madilan cried loudly. Although he was originally black, red was not so obvious.
Lin Sheng came in the door early in the morning and saw several club waiters smirking and watching the show.
Russell and Madilan were entangled together, not sure what was going on.
Xia Yin was holding a small mirror to make up, and she seemed not interested in it.
"What are you doing ...?" Lin Sheng watched Russell silently as he hurled towards Madilan's lower body, then was blocked, and the two desperately fought hard.
"He's crazy teacher !!!" Madland yelled. "He just rushed over and kissed me, but fortunately I flew away in time!"
"I'm not the one who kisses you! Xia Yin!" Russell screamed. The neck became tighter.
"But you and everyone are here !!!" Madilan growled.
Xia Yin put aside the small mirror and laughed at the two.
"Russell, this idiot, secretly saw me going upstairs, trying to make a surprise attack, but was recruited by Madilan. I thought I didn't know what he thought?"
She sneered, and sorted out the two bun heads that had been before jumping off the stone table at the front desk.
Lin Sheng couldn't laugh or cry, but he had to envy their feelings.
He simply walked aside, and then sat and rested, waiting for the two to finish.
Although Russell claims to have received special training, his strength is still not as good as that of Madilan. In a close fight, the two quickly separated the victory and defeat. The fight ended with his yelling.
Lin Sheng clapped his hands when he saw that it was over.
"Well, it's time to start, this course."
"Walk around!"
"Let's go, Teacher Lin."
Madilan and Russell followed Lin Sheng into the training room.
Xia Yin went to the women's dressing room alone to change clothes.
The steel scale club is much more formal than the Tengchong club. Just the protective clothing, there are two layers inside and outside.
The sword used is also full of real things. It is only a bit lighter than the black sword used in Lin Sheng's dream, although it is not sharpened, it is quite realistic.
The three changed their protective clothing and gathered together in the middle of the practice room.
"Mr. Lin, do you want to participate in a competition?" Xia Yin has always been more reliable, the first one asked.
"What competition?" Lin Sheng wondered, "you know, I used to practice alone and didn't have much contact with the outside world."
The explanation he gave to the three was that he was a self-taught master, and the so-called swordsmanship was played in actual combat.
His style is indeed the same, so the three did not believe it. The only doubt is that I don't know where his swordplay came from.
After all, too few people practice Naxi swordsmanship.
"It's the national amateur swordsmanship league. It's called the industry league for short." Russell quickly answered. "According to past practice, Chen Huan, who is generally Tengchong, is the strongest in our area."
"That was before, it's different now," Madilan continued. "Mr. Lin, if you want to participate, we can help you register in advance and the registration fee will be reimbursed."
"What's the use of participating in this?" Lin Sheng had no contact with this game at all, and had no way to hear from other places. At this time he looked puzzled.
"The most useful thing is to exchange swordsmanship with other opponents, then the bonus, and to add some fame," Madilan explained.
"But the reputation is actually negligible," he continued. "Because of the amateur competition, it is actually just a hobby for casual fans. They are all people who like to play swords in various places.
"How much is the bonus?" Lin Sheng is more concerned about this, and his conditions at home are not very good, and he does not hide this.
Madilan thought about it. "Forget how much, but it seems that there is some money for each promotion."
He is still remembering, on the other side, Xia Yin has handed Lin Sheng a list.
Lin Sheng took it and took a look at the information sheet of the National Amateur Swordplay League.
He glanced over the other information, and his gaze quickly fell on the bonus column.
‘City and county level qualifying—two places, bonus 50,000 per person’
‘Provincial qualifying—one place, one hundred thousand prizes’
‘National ranking — 500,000 for the first place, 200,000 for the second place, and 150,000 for the third place’