Li Changzhou suddenly remembered something.

“Officer Zheng,” he said, looking at Zheng Qing, “do you know where I can buy fitness equipment? Something suitable for people struggling with health issues.”

Zheng Qing nodded: "I'll give you a website. The stuff there is very professional, and you can even customize it, but the prices are quite high."

How tall?

Zheng Qing glanced at the money that Li Qianxia was holding and said, "Your 20,000 yuan probably isn't enough."

"So expensive? 40,000?"

"almost."

"Li Changzhou! You want to use my money?! Is that it?!" Li Qianxia clutched the money, her eyes gleaming with a vicious look, as if she wanted to bite and suck blood.

"If all the money is used to buy equipment, how will we rent a place?" Li Changzhou pondered.

Ignored, Li Qianxia kicked him, then snuggled up to the banknotes even more reluctantly, looking like a mother and child about to be separated.

"I can borrow it." Yang Qinglan's casual tone carried the confidence of someone who owned a house in a prime location in Mingcheng.

"No need." Li Changzhou raised his hand, refusing firmly.

He looked at Li Qianxia and said, "We can only use what we have left."

“Think carefully. The money your grandparents left you is only enough for us to use until we graduate from university,” Li Qianxia said.

“Money will soon be worthless,” he replied. “Use the money that is about to depreciate to train yourself, and then earn the hard currency game currency in the future, no problem.”

“Fine,” Li Qianxia said indifferently, “Anyway, there won’t be any food. We’ll be staying under the overpass, and I can suck your blood to fill my stomach.”

Li Changzhou was heartbroken: "We can go back to the village and farm, why do we have to live under the overpass? No matter how poor we are, we can't be lazy."

Purchasing equipment and renting a house are things to be done later; Li Changzhou has one more thing to do today.

"Officer Zheng, could you please spar with me?"

"Practice?" Zheng Qing, who was drinking water, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Li Changzhou explained: "Up until now, I have been fighting other contestants with guns, but I feel that the game will soon turn into hand-to-hand combat, and I need someone to help me build up my courage, at least so that I am not afraid of fists."

"No problem." Zheng Qing agreed without hesitation.

“By the way,” she added, “since you’re going to practice, lend me your daggers. Fighting with your fists will only make you too timid. If you can calmly think when facing an enemy with a weapon, then you’ll be brave enough.”

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan, who shrugged.

"Won't it hurt my brother?" Li Qianxia asked worriedly, clutching the money.

"My unit has this kind of training every day, don't worry." Zheng Qing didn't take it seriously; she was an elite.

After five heartbeats, the dagger appeared in Yang Qinglan's palm.

Zheng Qing took the dagger and examined it closely. It gleamed coldly, its sharpness was fully revealed, and it had a blood groove.

She pulled out the book "The Lover" from the table, and with three quick slashes—stab, slash, and cut—the book was dismembered, the cuts so fast they could have been made with a paper knife.

"Great! It's even better than the one I lost!" she couldn't help but exclaim.

Looking at the book "The Lover" on the table, Li Changzhou felt the pressure.

The two went out through the back door of the bookstore, which led to Yang Qinglan's small courtyard. A large apricot tree, resembling a canopy, was planted in the courtyard.

"Ready? I'll give you a little bruise," Zheng Qing said with a smile, still remembering how her knee had been broken.

Li Changzhou felt even more pressure.

The opponent was a highly trained special forces soldier, wielding an extremely sharp dagger. One wrong move and you'd either have multiple holes in your body or lose several fingers.

He took a deep breath: "Come on!"

Before he could finish speaking, he struck first, throwing a punch.

The sound of the wind whistling.

Feeling the force and speed of the punch, Zheng Qing was surprised, but faced with this attack, she didn't need to think at all and instinctively turned to the side to avoid it.

Then he quickly moved in close and slashed the dagger across Li Changzhou's neck.

It was as if Li Changzhou himself offered his neck up for her to cut.

Li Changzhou touched his neck with his right middle and index fingers; it was bleeding.

If Zheng Qing had used a little more force, or if the location had been different, his blood vessels and trachea would have been severed, and he would be dead by now.

"Were you stunned by the beating?" Zheng Qing laughed.

"...A little."

"Continue!" Zheng Qing's face hardened, and she swung the dagger like a large cleaver.

Li Changzhou panicked and instinctively dodged.

Zheng Qing flicked her wrist again, the dagger chasing after her like a venomous snake.

As he dodged, Li Changzhou discovered that his reactions were quick, and as long as he wanted to dodge, it would be difficult for Zheng Qing to hit him.

Gradually, he calmed down and was able to observe the dagger with a clear mind, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

......

......

The two clashed in the courtyard, while in the bookstore, a small incident also occurred between Li Qianxia, ​​who was reluctant to spend money, and Yang Qinglan, who was minding the store.

Li Qianxia was very perceptive; she noticed things that her brother hadn't.

"Are you angry?" she asked, looking at Yang Qinglan.

"Why am I angry?" Yang Qinglan calmly tidied up the dismembered "Lover".

Li Qianxia didn't say anything. Based on her observations when she visited the bookstore before, Yang Qinglan cherished books, especially those in the bookstore.

Zheng Qing, a soldier, was only thinking about the dagger and didn't care about the book at all. It was like someone using a new pen and subconsciously drawing a few wavy lines on the notebook.

But for people who love cleanliness, extra pen marks on a notebook are simply stains.

Li Qianxia looked at Yang Qinglan with her bright eyes and couldn't help but laugh: "You're just like my brother. When he's really angry, he's like this too. He doesn't say a word, and when you ask him, he says it's nothing."

"Your brother was angry with you?"

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