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Fu Tinghan: "...I was very good when I was studying and never got into fights."

"I see," Zhao Hanzhang said with a half-smile, "Professor Fu looks like a good student, not like me."

Fu Tinghan hurriedly comforted him: "You have always been a good student."

Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said: "Forget it, even when my eyesight is good, it is difficult for the teacher to say that I am a good student without conscience."

Not to mention that after she became blind, she directly became a problem student.

Fu Tinghan's face became serious, and he looked at her seriously and said, "You are a good student in the true sense, good at studying, popular, lively and cheerful, kind and upright. Although the teacher has a headache for you, he likes you very much in his heart."

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his seriousness in surprise.

Fu Tinghan nodded firmly at her and affirmed again: "It's true."

Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but laugh, "I take it as Professor Fu's compliment to me."

She paused, then asked: "Do you want to exercise? Learn some martial arts from Erlang. I think this will be very helpful in protecting your own safety."

Fu Tinghan: "Don't you want to learn?"

"I'll study, but I don't have much free time, so I'll do it in the evening."

Fu Tinghan: "I'll go with you. Erlang's schedule is not suitable for me."

Zhao Hanzhang wanted to say that her schedule was not suitable for him, but he thought that he might not be able to adapt to the teaching methods of this era. If that didn't work, she could still teach him a set of military boxing, so he nodded, "See you in the evening."

Fu Tinghan: "See you in the evening."

The bricks were moved into the kiln and put away. Lu Kun checked that there was no problem, then he led people to seal the kiln and light a fire.

Fu Tinghan stepped forward to look at it and wrote down the time. He stretched out his hand to feel the temperature and said to Zhao Hanzhang, "I want to get a thermometer so that I can more accurately grasp the firing method and progress."

Otherwise, everything must rely on the experience and feelings of experienced kiln workers, and the efficiency and success rate will not be high.

Zhao Hanzhang's eyes brightened, "Let's do it, tell me what you need, and I'll let Uncle Cheng and the others get it."

When the fire started, the two stood in front of the kiln, their faces flushed by the fire. This was their first time firing bricks. Both Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang wanted to see the effect in person, so they did not leave.

The two of them had already started talking about military body boxing and martial arts from the thermometer. "In our era, many martial arts have lost their murderous moves and are only used to strengthen the body. So in terms of practicality, military body boxing is still the best."

"Everything I learned in the special forces hits the point directly. If you can learn it, you can still save your life even if the guards are not by your side in the future."

Fu Tinghan turned his head and looked at her and asked, "Is it very hard?"

"Ah?" Zhao Hanzhang reacted and smiled: "It's not as hard as you think. I go to see my dad every winter and summer vacation. I have been studying since elementary school. Later, I lost my sight in an accident. At first, I could only beat him. Later, my uncle With my older brothers coming to help me, I learned to use my ears to determine where they were attacking and then fight back.”

"Actually, there is one more step than seeing directly with the eyes. The ears hear first, and then draw a picture in the brain, so that it is the same as seeing."

One more step means that the processing speed will be slower. She was not skilled at the beginning and was basically beaten by others.

But later she got used to it, and she was able to react as quickly as her ears heard it, as her eyes reacted when she saw it.

The advantage of this is not only that she will no longer be bullied, but she can also live more conveniently. In a familiar environment, she can even live like a normal person. Strangers can hardly tell that she is blind.

Zhao Hanzhang was very confident in her martial arts, and she said, "I'll teach you."

Fu Tinghan readily agreed.

Then Zhao Hanzhang took him to run and do leg press, "Let's open up the muscles first, and we'll make preparations in the next few days."

Fu Tinghan confidently started running with her in the farm. After a quarter of an hour, he was out of breath. After two quarters of an hour, his pace slowed down and almost stopped.

Uncle Cheng watched silently, and was about to go up to ask and persuade, when he saw their girl pulling Fu Dalangjun to the grass next to him, asking him to wave and kick his legs. He didn't know what Fu Dalangjun said, but their girl suddenly grabbed him. Fu Dalangjun's shoulders, one hand pinched the other person's neck, and he pinned the person to the grass in one fell swoop.

Uncle Cheng's eyes widened instantly. He subconsciously looked to the left and right. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rushed over to stop him.

Zhao Hanzhang pressed Fu Tinghan to the grass and looked at him condescendingly. Seeing his pure eyes looking at her with tenderness and smile, she was a little dissatisfied and used a little force on her hands, "What are you thinking about?" Shouldn't you be thinking about how to break free at this time, or leave me behind?"

"You hold my neck with one hand, hold down my shoulders with the other, and press my waist and abdomen with your legs. All my strength points are in your control, and I can't resist at all."

Zhao Hanzhang let him go, pulled him up and sat next to him, "You are wrong to think like this. Fighting, oh, no, martial arts can be scientific, but when fighting for your life, you can't just rely on science. You You have to rely on your will.”

Fu Tinghan: "Emotional?"

"Yes." Zhao Hanzhang stood up and waved to him, "Come on, do what you did just now."

Fu Tinghan stood up and looked at her fair and thin neck, unable to remove his hands for a moment.

Zhao Hanzhang saw him dawdling so much, grabbed his hand and put it on his shoulder, "Don't dawdle, come and give it a try."

Fu Tinghan grabbed her shoulders with one hand, held her neck with the other and pushed her back.

Zhao Hanzhang:......

She could knock off both of his hands with one hand, but in order to cooperate with him, she didn't make a move. Instead, she cooperated and fell down with the force of his push.

Fu Tinghan hurriedly tried to help her, but Zhao Hanzhang simply stretched out his hand to grab him and pull him down. Fu Tinghan suddenly fell on Zhao Hanzhang, holding his palms on the side of her face to stop her from pressing down. However, the two were very close now. Breathing could be heard, Fu Tinghan held his breath nervously...

Zhao Hanzhang's heart skipped a beat. She never expected that the two of them would be so close. She retracted her hand with a hiss, moved her gaze away from his eyes uncomfortably, and looked at his ears in vain, "This You have to be quick when pressing, otherwise once the opponent reacts, it will be difficult for you to succeed."

When Fu Tinghan didn't respond, she looked away and looked at him. Seeing his face flushed, she realized something was wrong and hurriedly reached out to grab him, "Professor Fu?"

Fu Tinghan suddenly came to his senses and took a breath. He turned over and left, sitting on the lawn with a red face.

Zhao Hanzhang stood up and looked at him, thoughtfully, "Professor Fu, you...you like me?"

Fu Tinghan blushed even more and looked at Zhao Hanzhang who opened his mouth but said nothing.

Zhao Hanzhang raised his eyebrows and was about to continue asking when Uncle Cheng rushed over and stopped between the two of them and said: "Sanniang, Mr. Fu Dalang, if you have something to say, speak slowly, speak slowly, and don't fight."

Zhao Hanzhang swallowed his words and said, "Uncle Cheng, we are not fighting, we are discussing."

Fu Tinghan stood up with an embarrassed look on his face, nodded and said: "Yes, we are discussing. It's getting late. I'm going to check out the brick kiln. You can go back."

After saying that, he turned around and left, feeling quite like he was running away.

See you tonight

The book friends are right, emotional scenes are indeed not easy to write.