Chapter 103 Cun Jin
When he just returned to his hometown from Gaohe, Lin Fan signed up for a lot of classes to distract himself.
Some are learning foreign languages, some are learning to play the piano, some are learning painting, and there is also a gym.
After practicing in the gym for 2 months, she felt that that kind of exercise was of little significance to her. Then I signed up for a martial arts school and learned some traditional routines and the basics of Sanda.
“Why do you suddenly think of practicing these things?” Li Chunhua asked curiously while holding a sandbag next to him. "Nowadays, children are usually sent to martial arts gyms for training, right?"
Lin Fan was already 32 when he went there. It was very unusual for women of this age to go to a martial arts gym.
“I didn’t think much about it at first. I just wanted to keep myself busy and fill up my time so that I wouldn’t have time to daydream.” Lin Fan swung a straight punch, “Later I felt that Sanda was right. It is more protective than simply running or lifting the iron."
"Focus on it!" Song Ren stopped the two of them chatting, helped Lin Fan correct her movements, and let her continue to hit. Sandbag.
The two of them did not dare to say anything anymore, and only the sound of "bang bang" was heard in the training room.
Lin Fan learned the movements before. Although it was not so standard after a few years, he quickly got started after Song Ren corrected him several times.
The recent muscle training has been quite effective, and Lin Fan's strength is gradually increasing.
In order to prevent the sandbag from being swayed left and right by her blows, Song Ren held it back with one hand, allowing Lin Fan to hit the target with every blow.
After 200 straight punches with both hands, Lin Fan's arms felt hot and numb, and he felt like he could no longer lift them.
Song Ren could tell from the blow that she had no strength, so he asked her to rest for ten minutes.
Lin Fan took off his heavy boxing gloves, shook his white hands, and moved his fingers, trying to unscrew the cap of the water bottle. Unfortunately, I tried several times without success.
Li Chunhua happened to be resting aside. Seeing how hard she was working, he took out the water bottle from her hand and helped her unscrew it.
"Here." Handing the water to Lin Fan, Li Chunhua wiped the sweat himself, "You played pretty good just now."
Lin Fanxian glanced at him.
The two people's sandbags were next to each other, and Li Chunhua punched in place, and the sound was "bang bang", which was far different from her weak fist.
"What's that expression on your face?" Li Chunhua drank water, "I'm telling the truth. For the first time, you played really well."
Lin Fan's posture standard, although the strength is not enough, can be changed through continuous contact in the later stage.
“This is not my first time either.” Lin Fan was talking about her previous experience in the martial arts gym.
"How long has it been? The body has memory, yes, but after such a long time, your body memory has long disappeared. It's equivalent to the first time." Li Chunhua took another sip of water. "I'm optimistic about you."
Lin Fan screwed on the bottle cap and asked Li Chunhua: "How long will it take to reach your level?"
People are like this, when they first get started. , always want to use time to determine the distance from a high level.
"Hmm... It's hard to say." Li Chunhua scratched his head, "I have been a soldier since I was 19 and have been practicing until now. It's hard to say how long it will take to train like this."
"Those in the reserve team Can anyone be like you?" Lin Fan asked again, she had seen many groups of reserve players recently.
"That's not true, most people can't reach my level." Li Chunhua said with pride, "I am one of the more powerful members of the reserve team, ranking among the top 5."
< br>"So powerful?" Lin Fan didn't expect that Li Chunhua, who seemed to be buzzing, was so powerful.
"Hey! It's not that powerful." Li Chunhua scratched his head in embarrassment, "Our boss is really powerful. My level is not worth mentioning in front of him. Boss, you too Show us your straight punch.”
He suddenly shouted to Song Ren who was doing other exercises on the equipment. Song Ren saw that Lin Fan was also looking over and did not refuse. He slowly finished what he was doing and walked steadily to the sandbag. He didn't even put on his gloves and just hit the sandbag directly.
Lin Fan is a layman and does not understand the rules.
Just look at how powerful his punches were, and the afterimages of his arms were swung out. The intensive hitting frequency, "bang bang bang" hit the sandbag without stopping, and the sound was heavy and muffled.
The sandbags swinging left and right in her and Li Chunhua's hands only swayed slightly.
"How's it going? You're awesome." Li Chunhua hadn't seen Song Ren boxing for a long time, and his eyes were very hot.
When Lin Fan raised his breath, he realized that he had forgotten to breathe, "Awesome!"
"Do you know what is the most awesome thing?" Li Chunhua looked like he wanted to point her out.
"Where?" Lin Fan asked.
Fast? It seems like it’s not just fast either. She couldn't tell, but she felt that Song Ren's strength was not just about his punching speed.
"The most amazing thing is that the sandbag didn't move!" Li Chunhua smiled meaningfully.
"Yes, why doesn't the sandbag move?" Lin Fan finally discovered something unusual after his prompting.
When she hit the punching bag, she obviously didn't have much strength, and the punching bag would swing left and right. When she punched, she always felt that she couldn't use the force, and Song Ren had to support her from behind to hit the target.
When Li Chunhua hits the sandbag, the sandbag will shake, and he will see the right moment and hit the sandbag hard again at the moment it comes.
As for Song Ren, judging from the sound, he is stronger and faster than Li Chunhua. Why is the sandbag shaking only slightly to the point of being ignored?
Lin Fan looked at Li Chunhua, begging for advice.
“That’s because the boss used an inch of strength.” Li Chunhua said proudly.
Cun Jin? Lin Fan seemed to have heard of it in movies. "Wing Chun?"
"The short bridge hand in Wing Chun is to use inch strength." Li Chunhua nodded, "It is to suddenly accelerate the muscle contraction at the moment the movement is completed, and make a short, just-pressed Explosive power.”
“Don’t look at it or sound it. To put it simply, this timing is difficult to master." Seeing Lin Fan's confusion, Li Chunhua continued to explain, "Look at the punching bag, relax when punching, and suddenly accelerate and explode when the punching bag is not paying attention. It hit.”
Hit the sandbag while it wasn't looking? This description is quite vivid.
"So the sandbag didn't move because it didn't react?" Lin Fan asked following his explanation.
“Don’t look at the sandbags that haven’t moved, they must be all broken inside...” Li Chunhua shook his head and said, “But there are broken things inside the sandbags, so you can’t tell. Anyway, if it were replaced with something else, , such as the door panel, it broke with the first punch."
"So powerful?" Lin Fan was surprised.
“Yes, Cun Jin doesn’t seem to have much power, but it is very lethal.” Li Chunhua said, “If masters compete with each other, Cun Jin will be more likely to gain the upper hand. Because he can activate at a very close distance. A compact attack that most people can’t handle.”
Lin Fan thought of the clips in the movie, and it felt like that.
She looked at the triumphant Li Chunhua and asked something that struck a chord.
"Then you know how to hold on?"
Little Plum is so pitiful. Tickets are encouraged
(End of this chapter)