Chapter 71 What kind of **** training method is this?
, "This...should be proficient in the free combat mode first, and not allow yourself to be mixed into other modes of fighting that break the rules before conducting actual combat training?"
The teenagers looked at each other and continued based on their own knowledge: "After all, we are not very flexible in standing fighting."
From the very beginning, actual combat training made them a little strenuous and at a loss.
Always violate the rules for their own reasons.
In turn, flustered, resulting in inability to control one's body without distraction.
Su Yu and Wen Yao also agree with this point of view:
"Yes, coach, why don't you formulate our own training plans for us first, so that we can get familiar with ourselves first?"
After Shen resigned, they had been training only according to what they knew, but with little effect.
"Respective training plan?"
Withdrawing the hand supporting his chin, Gong Jiu's dull gaze passed over the group of people.
It seems to have thought about it.
His eyes slowly fell on the straight and slender legs of the teenagers, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Training plan...
Suddenly, her thin lips moved slightly, drawing a trace of arc, mixed with unknown wild coolness:
"I'll just give you one."
…
Half an hour later.
The expressions of Su Yu and others at the moment cannot be described as relaxed.
The cracked facial features are covered with thin sweat.
In front of them, several miniature baseball launchers were moved in.
Balls the size of half a fist were continuously sprayed towards them from the inside.
Ten minutes ago.
Gong Jiu took out his mobile phone and typed a message.
Then it didn't take long for someone to move this thing.
The youngsters were all at a loss.
Bat, baseball launcher? ?
Before they could open their mouths to ask, Gong Jiu's dull voice sounded in the room.
"You can only kick these **** with your feet." After saying this, Gong Jiu paused for a moment, and then opened his lips again: "The ball you kicked is not allowed to hit the people around you."
"Kick??? Seriously??"
"The launcher is so fast, it will be a pain if you can't catch it!"
"Fuck! What kind of **** training method is this?"
"Inhumanity, inhumanity..."
"It always feels like we've done something amazing..."
"Kick, kick the ball from the transmitter..."
The three machines were placed in different positions by Gong Jiuyin, and a dozen or so of them stood scattered among them.
If you want to kick the fast-flying ball and ensure that the ball will not hit others after kicking out, it requires precise eyesight and calculation.
Otherwise almost impossible!
What's more, we also need to consider the power brought by the ball when it is launched from the transmitter, so as to avoid that force so as not to hurt the feet.
"Fuck!"
So a steady stream of **** are shot from the launcher.
Coming straight for them.
Su Yu raised his leg and swept away a ball precisely. The ball left his feet, was forced to turn, brushed a person's shoulder, hit the wall, bounced back and fell in an arc.
However, before he could stop and stand back, the next ball struck again with lightning speed.
Many people suffered from the feet of their teammates. They caught a glimpse of Su Yu's movements inadvertently, and some followed suit, kicking the ball towards the wall or corner.
For a while, the sound of the transmitter in the fighting training room was mixed with the sound of people's feet hitting the ball, and the sound of the ball hitting the wall.
And, occasionally, the muffled sound of someone being hit by a ball.
Continuously.
hugged each other.
The tails of the eyes, which were full of bloodshot eyes, moved slightly.
Heh, pretty smart.
Knows that using the smart power of the ankle can control the direction of the ball.
Although it is not so accurate that every ball does not hit anyone, but the success rate is not bad?
Standing up, gathering up the baggy school uniform jacket, Gong Jiu silently retracted his gaze and turned around.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a person leaning against the door.
Jun Gu saw her turned face, his eyes fell on the facial features, and he moved his lips with a slight arc.
Obviously calm and calm: "Coach Gong, the method is good."
He refers to the means of training people.
In a sense, Gong Jiuhan's seemingly chaotic training method, as long as he carefully explores the depths, he will find that there is some truth in it.
And all refreshing.
The so-called one-on-one actual combat training exposes everyone's weaknesses and shortcomings one by one, and at the same time strengthens their actual combat experience.
Let them realize that fighting is not just about using simple techniques.
The other baseball launcher...
Jun Gu lowered his eyes.
I can't tell how much of a smile I have.
He hadn't thought of it before, and he could use this method to practice the coordination of eyes and legs. Of course, this is more focused on the practice of reaction ability and leg skills.
Walking unhurriedly, Gong Jiuhan turned his head first, and lazily told Su Yu and his group: "If the transmitter ball is gone, just pick it up...keep kicking."
After kicking a few more times, Su Yu gradually felt a comfortable feeling of sweating on his body, turned around and kicked, and took the time to go back to Gong Jiu and said yes.
Around him, there are figures and ball shadows scurrying around.
Walking to the door, Gong Jiu stopped silently, met those deep and vast eyes, and moved his lips.
Without a trace of emotion: "Thank you for the compliment, the efficiency of Gu Shen's work is also very good."
She just sent a message, and after a short wait, someone carried the launcher into the training room.
Jun Gu's lips remained unchanged: "You're welcome."
Putting his hands into his pockets, the foggy blue school uniform was already loose, but as soon as Gong Jiu put his silent hands in, a lot of lines wrinkled downward due to the force.
Gong Jiuhan's expression was indifferent, his good-looking eyes fell on the door railing against which Jun Gu was leaning, and he said quietly:
"You blocked the door here, aren't you tired..."
Uh~ I’m asking for a leave of absence, please don’t hit me~ (cover your face)
I have class tomorrow, and tonight I was dragged by my best friend to accompany her to watch ghost movies and wasted a lot of time...
It's too difficult for me...
(end of this chapter)