male god effect

54.

"Don't put your chest in your chest, stand up, and open your shoulders."

In the empty kendo club, Lang Xin, clutching a small wooden stick, tapped Chai Jiu on the shoulder.

"The original purpose of kendo is not to kill the blade. Its real meaning lies in inheriting the ancient offensive and defensive physical skills, improving physical fitness, and knowing observation, understanding, judgment, punctuality, thinking, self-denial, thrift, courtesy, faith, benevolence..."

Lang Xin was wearing a black robe with a long sword around her waist. She stood barefoot on the floor with a serious expression and a sense of solemn ceremony.

"Before practicing the way of swordsmanship, you need to realize your own 'Tao' first. Sword practice is also a cultivation of the mind, and only those with a righteous heart can be calm until they are enlightened to the 'Tao'."

Chai Jiu was so overwhelmed by the aura emanating from it, that every word seemed to have a deep meaning in a trance.

"Take care of my decomposition and remember every link. My speed will not be very fast, but I hope you can stay focused."

There is such a class of people, when they enter a certain field, they will become completely different from usual.On weekdays, Lang Xin would grab Zhai Bao's ear and quarrel with her younger brother, would wave generously to treat a boy she met for the first time to lunch, would joke with her juniors like a good-tempered big sister next door.

But the moment she held the sword, there was nothing but coldness and desolation around her.Her sword style is bold and unrestrained, especially good at fast attack, decisive and aggressive, as if she is in the cold polar region, and while confronting imaginary enemies, she is constantly honing herself to seek self-challenges and breakthroughs.

Is that the 'Tao' that belongs to Lang Xin?

"The necessary means to consolidate the foundation is to practice repeatedly. Raise your hands a little bit higher and keep your center of gravity stable. Posture is very important."

Chai Jiu felt that his arms were going numb, and he couldn't even feel the soreness.

The sparring partner opposite him was a novice who was about the same level as him. He was not tall, with a short watermelon head cut, and a pair of big black and bright eyes that kept blinking.Whether it's behavior or the emphasis of speaking, they are all ruffian.

"Hey, what's your name? Chai? That Jiu, right? Hahaha! Hello, hello."

Chai Jiu found that she always met many familiar people, Zhai Bao was one, and there was another in front of her.

"I seem to have seen you before, hey, where is it?"

The little ruffian rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, bringing back memories of Chai Jiu.

Isn't this the guy who was beaten by Zhai Bao in the swimming pool when he was in the swimming club?

The name seems to be a long list of Ruqika Sharma Shivani, and then I like Lang Xin's appearance very much, and I am even more excited when I swing a sword in front of Lang Xin and play chess with Chai Jiu.

Chai Jiu was hanged and beaten for several consecutive rounds until the abuse was over.

"What are you hesitating about? Why don't you attack? Wow, you make me feel unfulfilled!" The little ruffian shook the sweat towel and threw a bottle of mineral water to Chai Jiu. It's heroic, but winning so easily doesn't reflect how powerful I am. Oops!"

The bottle of mineral water that was thrown casually was about to hit Chai Jiu in the face.

"Hmm... what?" When the bottle was almost a few tenths of a millimeter away from the tip of the nose, the bewildered Chai Jiu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it firmly. He didn't have the slightest sense of escape, and lowered his head honestly While saying 'thank you' softly, I twisted the bottle cap.

"Wow, you have good reflexes, buddies." The little ruffian was dumbfounded, "Your little body doesn't look like you've been trained."

"Ah? Yes, yes..." It took Chai Jiu a long time to come back to his senses. He manipulated his sore arms to twist the bottle cap desperately, and there was a flash of loneliness in his eyes for a moment, "I was in the football team of the sports school in junior high school. Been a goalkeeper for a long time."

Even if the brain forces itself to forget those memories, it cannot escape the conditioned reflex of the body.

"I can't tell. Did you still play football before? Hey, which sports school do you belong to? What team?" The little ruffian regained his energy, "I'm also studying football recently!"

"I, the team I stayed with was not very famous."

"It's okay, it's okay, let's talk. It's just chatting, and I won't laugh at you."

Chai Jiu hesitated, and quickly said a name.The little ruffian's eyes lit up suddenly, and he exclaimed.

"The top three youth teams in all EVIL! This is not famous? You guys are too humble! What's your date? I don't feel like I have any impression."

"I'm just," Chai Jiu paused, his eyes a little misty, "it's just a substitute, I haven't played much."

"Then do you know that one, who is that one? There's someone nicknamed 'Shuoshu' in it?"

Chai Jiu's face turned pale for a while, and she almost couldn't catch her breath.

"I heard that the 'Shuoshu' who plays forward seems to be quite powerful, but since he was seriously injured a year ago, he hasn't come out to play again. I thought you stayed in it and could know something. Woolen cloth……"

Chai Jiu felt that his legs were trembling unconsciously, he was silent for a long time before speaking in a calm tone.

"I don't know about that kind of thing."

The boy repeatedly emphasized this sentence, his face almost lost all color.

55.

After Chai Jiu was hanged and beaten countless times, even the little ruffian, who was also a rookie but had improved a lot, couldn't help sighing.

"Student Chai Jiu, you really don't know anything."

Lang Xin, who was quietly observing from the side, took two steps forward and took the bamboo knife from the ruffian's hand, and went into battle in person.

"Get up and do it again."

Lang Xin found that there was no problem in terms of posture, method, technique, reaction, and physical agility, but when it came to pair practice, Chai Jiu was always the one who was beaten.If you have to get to the root of it, it's probably that the young man has already understood the basic moves but never wants to attack, always just passively defending and evading.

He seems to be stubbornly adhering to some kind of bottom line, never taking the initiative to move his sword at the opponent.Lang Xin couldn't smell any fighting spirit from him, he was as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water.

"Student Chai Jiu, you can actually attack, right?" Lang Xin looked at the young man who was tortured to the ground and said, "Is it because there is a way in my heart that I can't use the sword?"