Chapter 39
After following Zhou Wangjing for a few dozen steps, the originally winding path suddenly became clear.
Lin Wan saw that there were already many people in the yard, including familiar oriental faces and foreign faces with high noses.
The plaque with the Chinese characters "Meeting Friends through Martial Arts" also has a row of English footnotes.
Most of the Westerners looked muscular, while most of the Easterners, except for a few with a muscular temperament, were wearing martial arts robes that Lin Wan remembered.
Loose and straight, it looks like a pine tree from a distance.
Among them were several very young female figures, whose slightly slender figures stood out among the men.
Zhou Wangjing took Lin Wan and walked straight towards one of the female warriors.
The female warrior wore a light gray Chinese-style stand-up collared top and loose black cotton-linen pants. She was chatting with someone nearby, her eyebrows occasionally curved.
His figure is as straight as a pine tree, his features are calm and composed as jade.
"Jiang Wei." Zhou Wangjing called her naturally, and it was obvious that they knew each other.
The female warrior looked in the direction where the two people were at the moment, and determined their position almost instantly, without thinking.
Lin Wan noticed that when she looked at others, there was a special coldness in her eyes, with a hint of murderous aura.
But when Jiang Wei's gaze fell on Zhou Wangjing, it softened instantly.
She smiled, as if the ice and snow had just melted, and the sunlight shone on the gurgling stream, making it seem quiet and peaceful.
This smile made the atmosphere between the three of them become subtle.
Jiang Wei's gaze fell on Lin Wan with some inquiry, as if she was confirming something.
Lin Wan smiled, feeling that she should explain herself clearly, and it would be better for her to leave early.
Lin Wan began to think about how to escape.
She doesn't know how to fight, so why did she come to this place for a martial arts competition?
"Hello, Jiang Wei." She was just about to greet Jiang Wei and was interrupted by Zhou Wangjing when she started to speak.
"This is Lin Wan, the one I told you about before." Zhou Wangjing introduced her to Jiang Wei.
Jiang Wei's gaze paused slightly, and she shifted her gaze from Zhou Wangjing to Lin Wan.
"Hello, Lin Wan." Jiang Wei naturally extended her hand to Lin Wan and just shook the hand that Lin Wan had just extended.
Jiang Wei's palm was warm but extremely rough. This was Lin Wan's only impression of their shaking hands, and then they separated immediately.
Lin Wan had a faint smile on his face and was about to say the excuse he had just thought of when the sound of gongs and drums rang out again.
The competition on the nearby ring had begun, and someone announced the next group of contestants in five languages with a heart-wrenching voice.
Among them was Jiang Wei, the owner of this courtyard. She must have had her own reasons for going on stage first. Lin Wan had wishful thinking that a young warrior with such power and fame, the owner of the courtyard, should be the last to appear, showcasing his or her uniqueness.
But Jiang Wei didn't do that. Thinking of Lin Wan and the others, she waved her hand casually and said, "You guys watch first, I'll be back soon."
The expression was calm, the tone was calm, even the curve between her eyebrows was calm. At this moment, Jiang Wei didn't look like she was going to fight, but just wanted to go over and pour a glass of water.
Among the crowd of people with different skin colors, Jiang Wei, dressed in ordinary cloth, with her hands folded casually behind her back, slowly walked onto the unremarkable stage.
This was in stark contrast to her opponent, a Japanese girl of medium build with a belligerent look.
The Japanese girl was half a head taller than Jiang Wei. Her hands were wrapped in fighting bandages, and she was ready to go, like a nimble cheetah in the jungle.
Jiang Wei looked thin and petite in front of the Japanese girl, as if she could be easily broken by a slight bend or a gust of wind.
Lin Wan looked down at his wrists. With his thin arms and legs, he wondered if he could withstand a punch if he stood in front of that girl.
The Japanese girl placed her fists in front of her body, slightly arching her body to create an attacking curve, a very Western fighting posture.
Jiang Wei also raised her hands slightly in front of her. Her already loose cloth looked a little sloppy now, and the part below that was not attached to her waist swayed in the wind. But overall, she still had a certain sage-like air.
Lin Wan was a little worried about Jiang Wei. After all, her opponent looked so formidable. Her dark hair was tied into dreadlocks, and her eyes were filled with hostility. It seemed that as soon as the match began, she would charge forward, unwilling to stop until she had chopped off her opponent's throat.
But the development of the game far exceeded Lin Wan's expectations.
The Japanese girl's fighting style was very fierce. Almost the moment she threw the first punch, people on the sidelines gasped, shocked by her almost explosive fighting style.
It went straight to her face, and the undisguised force made a sound of breaking through the air as it struck Jiang Wei's face.
Jiang Wei's hair was blown up in front of her forehead, and her expression remained calm.
Lin Wan knew her nervousness was pointless, even presumptuous. She, with no combat experience at all, was worried about a warrior who had trained for decades. If anyone told her about it, she'd probably be laughed out loud.
But Jiang Wei looked too weak and seemed unable to withstand such a powerful attack.
Lin Wan looked at Zhou Wangjing. His eyes were shining as he watched Jiang Wei's movements without blinking. There was no worry or hesitation in his eyes. Instead, there was a burning flame, a flame that wanted to fight.
Lin Wan had a clue in his mind.
Jiang Wei is more powerful than she imagined.
At the same time, the situation on the field is changing extremely rapidly.
Back off, block, reverse...
Their movements were so fast that Lin Wan could only barely see one movement before Jiang Wei twisted the Japanese girl's hand, restricting her movements.
The Japanese girl quickly broke free from the restraints and continued to fight. Her offensive was still strong, as if the previous twist had not had any effect on her.
Muscles and bones clashed constantly in the empty courtyard, and the once noisy crowd gradually quieted down during this match, save for the occasional exclamation.
Lin Wan couldn't understand the martial arts moves. In her eyes, the Japanese girl's punches and kicks were extremely fast. If Lin Wan stood opposite her, she probably wouldn't be able to dodge a single move.
But Jiang Wei was different. She seemed to be at ease, and her expression remained calm amidst the dazzling punches.
On the contrary, her opponent seemed a little annoyed after her moves failed one after another, and sweat kept dripping from her forehead.
She was panting unbearably.
"It's almost over." Lin Wan heard Zhou Wangjing's murmur beside him and turned his gaze back to the ring. The Japanese girl was in a state of complete defeat. She pounded the ground with her free hand, indicating her surrender.
Jiang Wei stood there peacefully, her brows and eyes calm.
There was cheering and noise from the audience.
Lin Wan saw Jiang Wei looking at Zhou Wangjing in the crowd, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Lin Wan knew why she had chosen to go on stage first: she wanted to be seen. Zhou Wangjing also seemed particularly excited, raising his arms and cheering continuously.
Lin Wan was also a little excited. She had made up her mind: Jiang Wei must become her teacher.
She began to calculate the expenses in her mind, thinking about where she could save money. Lin Wan wanted to practice martial arts.
But practicing martial arts is by no means an easy task.
Below the arena, the crowd began to cheer again.
The cheers rose and fell like waves, and the arms of the people in the audience were constantly raised high, like a rapidly growing forest, surging in the shouts.
Lin Wan stood on the stage.
She was wearing the same cloth dress as Jiang Wei, which she had begged Jiang Wei for a link to. She felt that the dress had an ethereal air, and gave off the demeanor of a hermit.
This is her fifth year in the UK and also her fifth year of martial arts training.
Jiang Wei looked at Lin Wan from the audience. Lin Wan bowed to his defeated opponent and ran off the stage holding his hard-earned medal.
She had work as a Chinese teacher later, so she had to hurry to the classroom next door.
Lin Wan wiped the sweat off his left hand and hurriedly said goodbye to Jiang Wei: "Master, I have to slip away first."
Jiang Wei casually said "hmm".
In recent years, Lin Wan has come to understand Jiang Wei's personality: calm—extremely calm.
It was a feeling that even if the world was destroyed, she would only accept it lightly.
Lin Wan was used to her response. She took her clothes to the fitting room to change, and then she had to go to class.
However, she really overestimated herself, thinking that even a martial arts competition wouldn't consume too much energy. As a result, her legs almost gave out as she ran across the street, and she almost fell at the traffic light.
For some reason, Chinatown seemed unusually crowded today. Even the number of people speaking Chinese seemed to have doubled. The men and women walking by were all stuck in a certain line, all holding their phones.
Lin Wan guessed that it might be some famous domestic star who came to Chinatown to film a movie. According to her current personality, she would probably rush to join in the fun.
Life abroad is always dull and needs such powerful seasoning to brighten it up.
But she was helpless because she was too busy today. As soon as the green light came on, she looked around and ran forward.
Screams rang out from behind him, and the sound of the spotlights seemed to never stop. Even though Lin Wan had his back to that direction, he still felt that he was dazzled by the overly bright light.
The car door slid open, and Lin Wan's eardrums were nearly shattered by the screams. Her legs gave way again, and she stumbled towards the Chinese classroom.
We have to arrive before 2pm, there are only three minutes left.
Lin Wan ran to the classroom panting heavily, and met Wang Ranran, Lin Wan's schoolmate who also worked as a Chinese teacher here.
"Lin Wan, you're going to be late again!" Wang Ranran was obviously enjoying the fun, leaning against the desk and making sarcastic remarks, and took a sip of the cheap coffee at hand.
Lin Wan didn't have time to talk to her. In the midst of his busy schedule, he glanced at Wang Ranran speechlessly, then rushed to the classroom with the lesson plan.
——She was really running out of time.
"Hey, don't be so anxious?" Wang Ranran called her from behind. Lin Wan really couldn't turn back.
"Do you know who's coming to Chinatown to film today? I'll scare you to death if I tell you—"
Wang Ranran's voice echoed in the corridor behind him.
There are still thirty seconds left. If you are late, you will be scared to death.
Deduction from salary.
Lin Wan didn't even turn around. He rushed into the classroom, put down the lesson plan in his hand, and shouted, "Class begins!"
She quietly checked the time.
Fortunately, she was not late. She breathed a sigh of relief.
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