MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 102 Qian Wenlin: I understand!

  Chapter 102 Qian Wenlin: I got it!

  Nara, Miura Dojo.

  A slender, seemingly weak and slender girl faced five men in white exercise uniforms.

  The girl has an oval face, big eyes, long eyelashes, fair skin, and an unusually beautiful appearance.

   At this time, with an innocent smile on her face, she politely bowed to the five men.

   "Please give me your advice." Her voice was sweet and soft, like a gentle wind blowing from her ears into her heart.

  But the five men looked serious and cautious, and were not at all fooled by the girl's pure and soft voice.

  The next scene proved their caution was correct.

  After the girl bowed, the smile on her face seemed to be taken away by something, and she instantly turned into a sharp knife out of its sheath.

  Raising his hand and pointing, he poked at one of the men's eyes.

  The man didn't dare to neglect, he punched out.

  The girl seemed to have expected it, she turned her fingers into palms halfway, and slashed at the side of another man's neck with a sharp knife.

  At this moment, the other three men have also shot one after another, without any intention of pity, or fists, hands, or feet, and greeted the girl.

  The girl was as nimble as a fox, her body spun around, stepped on one of the men's feet, jumped up lightly, and kicked one of the men in the head with a sharp kick in the air.

  The man who was kicked shook twice and fell straight to the ground.

The girl jumped two meters backwards, before anyone else could react, she started her ghostly footwork, her palms were like ghost knives, swift and incomparable, chopping and slashing suddenly, only taking the enemy's throat, eyes, temples and neck.

  Several well-trained big men were beaten in a hurry, left and right, and after a while, they heard a wolf howling "ahhh".

  The scene was weird like a mad sheep rushing into the pack of wolves, and then beat up the pack of wolves.

   After a while, the five men either fell to the ground, covered their eyes, or knelt down and groaned in pain.

  The innocent smile returned to the girl's face, she bowed again, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, seniors, I'm sorry for hurting you!"

   Soon someone came forward and carried the five men away.

   "Asuka, why are you a little restless today?"

  At this moment, Shimizu Ichiro walked over pushing a wheelchair, and sitting in the wheelchair was Igarashi Yugiri who had been injured by Qian Quan.

   "Sorry, Dad." Asuka bowed towards the man in the wheelchair.

   "What happened?" Igarashi Yugiri asked.

   "I watched the video of that Chinese boy competing with brother Ichiro." Asuka dared not hide it.

"Then what?"

   "I, I dreamed last night that he cut my neck."

   Igarashi Yugiri's face darkened, and he reprimanded: "Stupid! He is a useless person now! An ordinary person can easily knock him down!"

   "Yes, Dad."

   "You're going to have a fight with Senior Brother Ichiro now." Yugiri Igarashi's tone softened, he knew in his heart that the fact that he was injured by Qian Juan gave Asuka too much stimulation, and it was normal to have some psychological fluctuations.

"yes."

  Ichiro Shimizu stepped out from behind the wheelchair, and said with a gentle smile, "Junior Sister Asuka, go and change into your protective clothing."

  Asuka shook his head: "No need."

  Shimizu Ichiro was surprised: "But..."

   "Ichiro," the uncle's voice came from behind, "Just fight her like this, don't hold back."

"yes."

  The two opened up.

  Shimizu Ichiro leaned forward obliquely, holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and clasping the scabbard with his left hand, staring at Asuka like a tiger raising its eyes, looking for an opportunity to strike.

Suddenly, I saw a white shadow drawing an S shape and attacking me. Just as I was about to pull out my sword, my right hand felt cold, and was held down by someone's hand, followed by a tickle on my neck. Asuka's fingertips seemed to touch my own Throat.

   And his Iai Dao was only pulled out a small part.

   "Ichiro, you hesitated." Igarashi Yugiri commented lightly.

   "Sorry, uncle." Shimizu Ichiro blushed.

   "It's okay, just don't hesitate when facing the Chinese." Igarashi Yugiri was in a good mood seeing Asuka's outstanding performance.

   "Yes." Shimizu Ichiro was taught.

   "You have to thank Qian Quan, without his provocative provocations some time ago, this game would not have the attention it has today."

  Asuka and Shimizu Ichiro bowed their heads and listened respectfully.

   "Remember, this time, both of you will leave traces of your wings in China, because you will fly over them!"

   "Yes." The two said in unison.

   "Leave an indelible shadow in their hearts!" There was chilling coldness in Igarashi Yugiri's eyes.

  …

   "Still close."

  Qian Wenlin opened his eyes, frowning slightly, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

  Recently, with the help of tea chips, Qian Wenlin practiced the "Wudang Small Cycle Kungfu" with rapid progress. Sitting anywhere, he can clear away distracting thoughts in a moment and enter a state of physical and mental tranquility.

  The feeling of getting rid of the troubles around you and truly gaining joy and joy is fascinating.

  It’s like riding a flat boat, steadily following the waves, swinging wave after wave to the peak, the body and spirit reach a peak of bliss together.

  However, each time the boat capsized and fell into the water just one second before reaching the summit.

   Just a little bit short, he can enter a new field and see a more magnificent scenery.

  So, he practiced more diligently every day, persisted in not achieving his goal, and never gave up. He must seek a breakthrough at that node and step into the next more comfortable state.

  It's a pity that it falls short in the same place every time.

  This frequent failure not only did not make him quit, but inspired his fighting spirit.

   It seems that I just got in touch with some kind of obstacle.

  Reflected in daily life, the mental state of the whole person is more active and excited.

   This made his wife Yang Yuhua aware of something unusual, and after she raised it with him, Qian Wenlin suddenly realized it.

  "When the practice of static exercises reaches a predictable and the same feeling every time, it has deviated from the track, indicating that this practice has stagnated, and if it goes deeper, it will fall into dangerous obsession."

  He remembered the comment in the document, sweating profusely.

  He calmed down again and tried not to set goals for himself.

   At the same time, he also communicated with his son on WeChat about this situation, and his son’s reply gave him his first inspiration:

   "Dad, at this time, I usually try to think of every second of my life as the first and only second of the universe, which means that no, no two moments are the same."

  Qian Wenlin: "This is a good idea."

  After returning to his son, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, he really deserves to be a young man who has inherited his talent, and his understanding has a tendency to catch up with his own.

  In the afternoon, he will present Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Spring" to the students.

  He has read this text many times, and he is so familiar with it that he can easily finish the text without reading textbooks and lesson plans.

  According to the usual practice, he will first read this kind of ancient prose to the students, then arrange for everyone to recite it, and finally explain it.

  However, when he read the passage "the prefect immediately sent people to follow him, and when he found what he wanted, he got lost and couldn't find his way again", it was like a lightning flashed in his mind.

   An inspiration hit him that he hadn't noticed before.

  The whole person froze in place.

  Why did the fisherman make marks everywhere, but when the prefect sent people to follow the marks to find the Peach Blossom Spring, there was no result?

   If you force your heart, you will never get it!

  The traces of the fisherman are too heavy.

  The prefect is too utilitarian.

  Once you look forward to it, you will get lost in the search for a paradise, "there is no way".

  Just like practicing Jinggong, it is the right way to seek with the mentality of "doing nothing".

   "I've realized it!" Qian Wenlin was delighted in his heart.

   "Teacher Qian, Teacher Qian!"

  The students shouted Qian Wenlin from below.

   "What's wrong?" Qian Wenlin asked with a gentle smile.

   "You, why did you stop suddenly?"

   "Oh, I suddenly realized Mr. Tao Yuanming's mood when he wrote this article, let's continue..."

  (end of this chapter)