[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

Later, I raided the innocent Intime Department Store with the Poker Bottle, which was obviously in a better mood after changing the hoodie.During this period, Poker-Face has been ignoring the attention and chatting up of all kinds of girls. I think he must be the kind of young and handsome second-generation ancestor in the eyes of others, because I, the former second-generation ancestor, is as big as a younger brother beside him. Carry things for him in small bags.

After tossing around like this, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.After each took a shower, Poker-Face went to the sofa in the living room to daze as usual, and I picked a few bags of fruit and went to the kitchen.

In fact, the training in the past few years has really had a great impact on me, not only in terms of survivability, but also in daily habits.

When I first learned weapon fighting, my master said that with my (grassroots) talent, it doesn't matter what weapon I use, and I can only hope that hard work can make up for my weakness.Asked what weapon I used to use, I thought about it for a while, and then I found that all I could think of were Poker Ping holding a black gold ancient knife and killing people everywhere. Choose a knife.

Later, I found out that this choice was like choosing science in high school, but it turned out that the college entrance examination was so rare that it cheated, and it was unwise.

Dao is a weapon famous for its majestic, heroic, and tiger-like swing, and it ranks first among eighteen kinds of weapons.When I was practicing, the master taught a series of basic movements such as cutting, chopping, chopping, and cutting, but the knife is notoriously easy to use but difficult to use.

I started for three months and became half an "insider" before I gradually understood how many rounds of hard work and hard work were buried behind Poker-Fing's usual cool performance, but it was also because of Poker-Fing's awesome role model and With the goal of struggle, I worked hard and practiced hard, persisted to the end, and received a rare award from my master.

And fighting skills are generally not forgotten after learning such things. For example, when I just grabbed the fruit knife that looks like a small military stab, I immediately recalled the training of skinning and chopping monsters back then. When the feeling came down, he couldn't help turning his wrist, his thumb and ring finger lightly tapped the keel, and pulled a knife.

After doing this action unconsciously, I realized that I was cutting fruit.I couldn't help laughing at myself for my neurotic behavior, and I made a mixed fruit plate of apples, carambola, milk bananas, and figs.

Pokerfing was seriously injured some time ago. Although he didn’t show too weak symptoms, the doctor judged that he was severely malnourished, so now I basically seize every opportunity to supplement him. mummified.Thinking of this, I added a few green dates to the fruit plate, intending to replenish his blood.After everything was done, I admired it narcissistically: the knife edge is neat, the size is well-proportioned, there are no corners and debris, and even because of the quick processing, the surface of the apple is not oxidized.

Unexpectedly, the hard-earned self-defense skills are still useful in this kind of home. I feel a sense of accomplishment. I poked two toothpicks on it and went to the living room to give the Poker bottle.

He has the same habit as seven years ago, when he is not fighting, he is drowsy.

Seeing that I greeted him to eat fruit, he sat up straight and leaned over to pick up a toothpick to eat with dignity.At the end, he stopped his movements, seemed to observe for a while, raised his head and stared at me and said, "The technique with the knife is very standard, but the strength is a little lacking."

I froze for a moment: How did this guy come to such a firm conclusion from a bunch of diced fruits?This is too amazing.

Before I could react, he continued:

"Wu Xie, although I can roughly feel your physical condition these years, I don't know exactly what happened. The Wu family gave you the knife? What else have you learned?"

In fact, I really don't want to talk about these years in front of him. I feel as uncomfortable as cutting off my clothes in front of others and dissecting myself with a knife.Thinking about it now, this kind of awkwardness and rebellion is mainly because of what I have done these years, and I know it myself, it is too stupid.But given another choice, I'd still do it.

If the experience of these years is shown in movies for Poker-Face to watch, then he will probably only see a second guy who is irritable, anxious, insane, and even deeper than the city government, desperately changing himself for an agreement that is essentially deceitful. , struggling to no avail, going up and down the mountain, and ruining his own nose.

Then the "Wu Tianzhen" in his impression will immediately become "Wu idiot" or "Wu pervert".

The moment he knows that my dirty thoughts about him leave me may be the moment when I collapse, how dare I take the risk to let him know?

So I ignored the point on purpose, stood up and deliberately challenged him with eager eyes: "Brother, do you want to try? I also want to see if I have learned the real skills over the years."

Porky Bottle glanced at me indifferently, and nodded.

We removed the tea table in the hall, freeing up about 30 square meters of space.

He raised his head to indicate who would do it first.I thought about it, and I definitely need a buffer to fight against the perverted Poker Bottle in such a small space, so I walked around to the back of the sofa set and nodded to start.

In the first second of the opening, Poker-Face leaped forward and lifted his right toe seemingly easily, and I just watched the sofa at home fly out and land heavily on the ground on one side.

I didn't care about the pain, so I didn't dare to attack hard, so I swooped to the left, hooked back with my right leg, and tripped Poker Face's calf.

He jumped back slightly, and at the moment his toes touched the ground, he exerted his strength and rushed towards me.I put my left hand on the ground, thinking that I couldn't hurt a master of Poker Fing's level anyway, and the one who kept his hand was an idiot, so I punched hard at his left rib, which was rapidly enlarged in sight, trying to shake it away with skill. he.

As a result, his right hand suddenly folded up at a strange angle—I suspect he used a bit of bone shrinkage technique and there was a certain amount of showing off here—the index finger slapped my right fist freehand, and instantly I felt a strong force coming from the contact part, and even the whole right arm was numb!

I knew something was wrong, so I had no choice but to play tricks. I swung my head to the left and hit Pokerfing's brittle jaw with all my strength. The hand holding my right fist was released.

I was overjoyed, and just about to switch hands to hack at his ribs, when he raised his right hand and stretched out his fingers to form a palm and slammed it on my chest, shaking me away alive.

Although I was suffocated by the palm push, I dare not be negligent. I took advantage of the situation and rolled to escape a little, using my left foot as a fulcrum, squatting down instantly, and sweeping the hall with my right leg.

Poker-face was not in a hurry to attack, and jumped back to dodge.But at this time there was an accident that neither of us expected.

Just now we have jumped and rolled to the edge of the living room. There is an electric treadmill with automatic sensing function. As long as something weighing more than [-] kg puts pressure on its track, it will automatically run.

But Pokerfing's slight vertical movement just now happened to land on it.He didn't know that there would be such a mechanism in my house. When the treadmill started, he inevitably lost his center of gravity and wobbled.

I said to myself, Wu Xie, it's a good chance to make up the knife!Immediately, he kicked on the TV cabinet to use his strength, leaped high, twisted his waist in mid-air, and whipped his leg with all his strength towards the neck of the bottle!

Poker-Face did not panic in the face of danger, and moved his feet following the rhythm of the treadmill. Seeing my attack, he just tilted his head lightly, raised his hands and dragged along with my strength, relieved the strength in an instant, and then His perverted divine power made me do a half-circle in mid-air and let me go.

I thought in my heart that this guy's hand was too dark, so I let out a cry and flew out.He kept his hand away though, and I just slammed into the wool rug at the other end of the living room instead of flying straight across the porch.

In the next second, Poker Ping had already rolled and landed beside me. I didn't have time to get up, so I could only roll to the side. He punched my left chest fiercely with a straight punch. The force looked extremely fierce. I was afraid that I would not die or be half disabled, so I hurriedly crossed my arms to block it. Unexpectedly, he was just a feint to divert my attention!

He raised his left hand violently, grabbed the bottom corner of the only white cotton T-shirt I was wearing, pulled it hard, turned the clothes up, and covered my whole head in it!

I only felt a chill in my upper body, and I couldn't see anything in my sight, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Sure enough, a strong force came immediately, and I was pressed hard against the wall with my head covered and my arms twisted. There was heat continuously coming from the chest of the oil bottle.

This feeling of ice and fire made me tremble, my whole body felt a little numb, and my legs were limp.

Just as he was about to stop, Pokerfing's right hand suddenly covered my face, covering my mouth and nose, using a lot of strength.

The fear of suffocation suddenly hit my heart. Although I knew that the person behind me would not harm me, my instinct made me struggle desperately, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my body.

But fortunately, when my eyes turned black, Poker Bottle let go.

I flipped my shirt down, slid off the wall, and sat on the floor panting.

Poker-Face looked at me silently for a while, and said: "The enemy will not let you go, when the time comes, don't be soft-hearted if there is any ultimate move, use it."

My first reaction was: Fuck, what's the matter with this strict teacher's tone?

The second reaction is: Fuck, he can see that I have hidden handle stabs on my body and poisonous needles in the silver necklace hanging around my neck?

The third reaction is: Damn, is this a stuffy bottle of advice and concern? !

Before I could thank you, the guy said calmly again: "The muscle power is poor, but the flexibility is still up to the standard. The intuitive sense of fighting is too poor. The movements are only carried out after consideration, and there are no unexpected moves."

The man's self-esteem immediately began to be troubled, and I said stubbornly: "Brother, I have taken at least seven tricks under your hands, so it can be regarded as progress?"

Poker bottle glanced at me and said flatly, "I gave you five tricks."

Aside from the opening move, I have practiced hard for so many years, and I have won one move... My self-confidence was severely hit.

The boring teacher continued to talk.

"When I showed my flaws just now, I should follow the flaws to attack me. Don't jump off the ground easily in front of a strong enemy, or you will put yourself at the disadvantage of having nowhere to rely on and being beaten passively."

It’s rare to see him talk so much, and I suddenly felt playful: Most people like to do what they are good at, because they can be better than others, even if they don’t care, they are subconsciously happy.

I thought that this kind of sparring and feeding, which is very leisurely for Poker, might make his recently depressed mood better, so I decided to sacrifice it once, as a sandbag, and let him blow it casually: "Brother , the space here is too small to perform well, how about we go downstairs to exercise?"

Poker-Face stared at me for a while again inexplicably, then nodded in agreement.

As a result, the PK that took place in the small garden of the community ended faster than the one indoors: this time I did the trick first, and Poker-Face looked around before starting, and unexpectedly jumped onto an old tree in the middle side branches.I froze for a moment, thinking that this kid is destroying natural heritage, and then realized that it is a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.I cursed in my heart, this is much more wicked than I was hiding behind the sofa just now.

This cannot be a hard attack, but outsmart.

As soon as I got short, I pretended to gather strength to run wildly and jump, and then I ran two quick steps when my right leg went limp, and there was a slight pain in my eyes.Sure enough, Poker-Face fell for it, thinking that I might have sprained my ankle, jumped down from the tree, and walked towards me.

I was overjoyed and quickly pretended to be seriously ill.As a result, Poker Ping walked up to me, and just a second before I made trouble, he suddenly squatted down like a sweeping leg. I was thrown over, and my heart was inexplicably surprised. Before I had time to push him back, I was grabbed by the back of the neck His collar flung into the grass by the side of the road.

In the next second, Poker-Face made another grab, pressing me hard on the grass, covering me with his whole body.Don't look at him looking gentle and thin, the muscle density on his body is simply outrageous, making me scream for mercy.

When the two of us stood up, Teacher Meng began to preach again:

"When fighting, make the best use of the environment around you. Don't act recklessly when you are not sure that the other party will be deceived by acting."

——So tireless, not bored, and willing to write like gold, it seems that Poker Face really likes to play this game.

I thought silently in my heart.Then speak:

"Another round?"

Poker Bottle nodded without hesitation.

……

The two of us just played around in the community garden all afternoon.

At dusk, I was sweating profusely sitting on a bench by the side of the road, and Poker Bottle was sitting next to me, silently drinking hot milk from vending machines on the street.

It could be seen that Poker-Face was in a good mood.

I watched the sun in the sky slowly disappear under the skyline, and I really hope that the time can be frozen at this second today...