Does Li Chunhua have the ability to use inch power?
Of course he wouldn't.
When Lin Fan saw his expression change from beaming with joy to dejected in an instant, he knew the answer without him having to answer.
Song Ren had just finished his punch. He hadn't done this kind of boxing for a long time, and he felt very refreshed.
Originally, he didn't need to pay attention to Li Chunhua's suggestion. But Lin Fan looked over.
In Song Ren's eyes, behind Lin Fan was the shadow of Xingchen. Thinking about Xingchen's recent events, he suddenly became excited and wanted to show off in front of Lin Fan.
"Have you rested well?" Song Ren's face was not red and he was not out of breath. Only the fine beads of sweat on his head could show how intense the exercise he had just done was.
"Okay." Lin Fan stood up, his hands having regained some strength.
Li Chunhua also stood up, returned to his sandbag position and continued boxing.
"Li Chunhua, five thousand punches and five thousand kicks each." Song Ren ordered Lin Fan without turning his head.
Li Chunhua happily accepted the task and started hitting quickly.
Lin Fan suspected that this was a retaliation for making Song Ren fight just now, but since Li Chunhua was happy about it, there was nothing wrong with it.
"Next is the whip kick. You've learned it before, right?" Song Ren ignored Li Chunhua and focused his attention on Lin Fan.
Lin Fan nodded, and at Song Ren's signal, he launched a whip kick.
Song Ren easily grabbed her ankle, and Lin Fan lost her balance and fell backwards to the ground.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with cushions, so Lin Fan didn't feel too much pain when he fell, but he was a little dazed.
She propped herself up with her arms and tried to get up, and saw a big hand reaching out in front of her.
Seeing Lin Fan fall, Song Ren quickly loosened her grip, hoping to let her find her balance. However, Lin Fan wasn't flexible enough, and she fell anyway.
With the cushions on, Song Ren wasn't worried about her falling. Falling and hitting was perfectly normal for physical training, and Lin Fan had better get used to it from now on.
He reached out to Lin Fan, trying to pull her up.
Unexpectedly, Lin Fan kept supporting himself with his hands, looking at his hands, without moving for a long time.
What is she looking at? Song Ren didn't understand, as there was nothing dirty on his hands.
Then I quickly remembered that the book I borrowed from Jin Sichen mentioned that people with depression cannot express their emotions well and have emotional disorders, so they are more resistant to contact with other people.
Although he had been giving her massages and acupressure for a long time, these were all physical therapy.
There was only a layer of drape between them. Lin Fan might have mistaken him for a physical therapist.
There has never been such direct skin contact as today, and it was a handshake.
Lin Fan's condition had improved recently, but it was only a slight improvement. After all, she had too many problems, and it would take quite some time to fully recover.
Song Ren held out his hand and didn't retract it. Lin Fan also stared at his hand without moving. It felt like something dangerous, not a hand reaching out to him.
The long silence even startled Li Chunhua, who was boxing. He stopped and looked at the silent scene before him, and guessed what was going on.
Hold on! Hold on! He screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a sound, just staring at it.
Lin Fan went through a huge and complicated mental activity, and at the moment when Song wanted to withdraw his hand, he put his hand on top.
Song Ren was about to give up, but at the last moment...
Persistence was indeed effective. He gently exerted force and pulled Lin Fan up.
"Continue?" He was not sure whether Lin Fan needed a break now.
"Go on." Lin Fan looked at him decisively.
Li Chunhua turned back to hitting the sandbag with satisfaction, and each punch was filled with joy.
Thus began Lin Fan's journey of physical training. The tedious punching and kicking also served to temper her spirit. She remained silent, diligently completing the training Song Ren had given her.
Every time after training, Lin Fan could feel how terrifying Song Ren was.
The tasks he set for himself every day seemed out of reach, but after each practice, they just managed to drain her of her last bit of physical strength.
This shows how well Song Ren understands Lin Fan's physical potential.
As his moves became more proficient, hitting the sandbag was no longer enough. Lin Fan entered the sparring phase.
Song Ren and Li Chunhua took turns using the handlebars to coordinate with Lin Fan's movements, training her in dodging, blocking, and various reactions to attacking.
There will inevitably be some accidental injuries in this process.
When the hand hit Lin Fan's body, it just hurt at first and his skin got a little red. But by the next day, the red area started to turn blue and then purple.
It was already early winter. Lin Fan trained in a long-sleeved T-shirt and long pants, and his clothes obscured everything, making it impossible to see anything.
Lin Fan himself remained silent until Dr. Xiao found Song Ren.
"What have you been practicing recently?" Dr. Xiao asked angrily.
"Combat training." Song Ren replied, "What's wrong?"
"Are you going to hit Lin Fan?" Doctor Xiao frowned.
Song Ren thought for a moment and explained, "We're training against each other. Lin Fan hits us, but sometimes he uses some moves to test her evasive reaction. If she can't dodge in time, he'll hit her. The anti-strike training hasn't started yet. What's wrong?"
When Doctor Xiao heard what was going on, he calmed down and sighed, "Lin Fan has quite a few bruises on his arms and legs. I originally thought..."
Song Ren and Jin Sichen frowned upon hearing this. Li Chunhua was extremely surprised. They had clearly been holding back.
"Can I go in now?" Jin Sichen wanted to go in and take a look.
When Lin Fan was having his physical examination, he sometimes needed to take off his clothes, so except for Dr. Xiao and Wu Yi, everyone else waited outside the door.
After Dr. Xiao nodded, Jin Sichen took the lead and pushed open the door of the infirmary.
Lin Fan was sitting on a chair when he saw Jin Sichen walk in with a gloomy face. Song Ren and Li Chunhua behind him also had bad expressions.
What's wrong?
Jin Sichen grabbed Lin Fan's wrist and pulled up her sleeve.
Sure enough, his entire arm was covered in bruises. Because of the different times they were inflicted, some were still blue, some were purple, and some had yellow edges.
Jin Sichen couldn't help but let go of the hand that was rolling up his sleeves, turned around and asked Song Ren behind him: "Is this what you mean by sometimes?"
When Song Ren saw this, his brows furrowed even more.
The bruises on Lin Fan's hands exceeded his imagination. He thought they were just a few small pieces, but somehow, the bruises were so large, with all kinds of blue and purple all over, and there was almost no healthy skin left.
At first glance, I thought he had been beaten up. No wonder Dr. Xiao came out to ask.
Li Chunhua's eyes widened. Did they do this? No way!
Jin Sichen put down the arm in his hand and gently rolled up the other sleeve, which was also covered with bruises.
"It's similar on the legs." Wu Yi added.
She was also shocked when she first saw it. Lin Fan was not going to training, but was being beaten?
Jin Sichen's anger soared, and he said to Song Ren in a stern voice, "Captain Song, please give me a reasonable explanation."
Poor Lin Fan, covered in bruises. But that's what happens when you practice these things. Oh, votes to comfort me.
