Chapter 4 Air Strike
"Here are your cards and gi. If they don't fit you, you can change them. There is the locker room in front of you. After changing your clothes, please go to the training room 4 to assemble." "Thank you." Lu Yuan took the hand in front
of
him The receptionist handed over the things, thanked him, and then turned and walked into the room with the sign "Men's Changing Room".
In the end, he became a student of Yuanwu Hall.
He is just an ordinary seventeen-year-old high school student now.
It's really hard to sway from a decision that your parents have already made.
Just like he was not sure of persuading his parents to agree before signing up, he could not persuade his father, Lu Xinghua, to cancel the course after he had already paid the fees.
"Since the money has been paid, let's practice hard. We can't let the money go to waste."
Lu Yuan stopped thinking about the mess and quickly found his locker according to the number "1002" on the card in his hand.
Today is Sunday, and there are still quite a lot of people coming to the martial arts gym for training.
Lu Yuan listened to their laughter and lightly swiped the electronic lock of the locker with his hand.
"Dip-"
The cabinet door opened, and it was empty inside. There was nothing except a few white plastic hangers.
There was a large mirror on the back of the cabinet door, which could barely show Lu Yuan's half-length.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
His facial features are good, but his skin looks a little pale due to a long period of lack of outdoor exercise.
The slightly longer bangs on the forehead cover half of the eyes, giving him the impression of a melancholy and mournful handsome boy.
Lu Yuan mocked himself more than once for being a "thin dog", but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, there were several strong young men.
Most of them are as thin as him.
He is quite popular in school, and his appearance has always been popular with girls.
After his grades improved by leaps and bounds and he "evolved" into a top student, he received more love letters every week.
"After you improve your body shape, your charm will definitely be higher."
Lu Yuan thought to himself as he took off his shirt, revealing his fair and lean upper body with clearly visible ribs.
He stuffed his clothes and the backpack he brought into the locker and quickly changed into his gi uniform.
When the brand new martial arts uniform with the big word "source" printed on it was put on, the handsome young man in the mirror seemed to become more presentable.
Lu Yuan tightened the belt around his waist, closed the cabinet door, and walked out of the dressing room.
Follow the instructions to find the meeting room.
This training room No. 4 is smaller than Lu Yuan expected.
It's about the size of a classroom.
The ground was covered with white cushions, and several people were already waiting inside.
The two were about the same age as me and looked like high school students.
The others look a bit older, and they all have the temperament of having been in society for many years.
"Ah, here comes a handsome boy!"
Lu Yuan walked into the training room. A girl in her seventies with a bun and light makeup shouted out with a smile when she saw him.
This sentence attracted everyone in the room to look at him.
Lu Yuan didn't show any signs of nervousness. He nodded slightly to everyone calmly and then found a seat in the room to sit down.
"It's quite pretentious."
Lu Yuan heard a curly-haired young man sitting next to the girl with a round head say something slightly teasingly.
"What, I'm just a student."
Wan Zitou reached out and patted him, and the latter immediately grabbed her hand.
"Are you coveting his body by talking to him like this?"
"Get out! Let go of my hand."
The two started laughing and joking.
Their behavior is a bit ambiguous, but they don't look like a couple.
There were several men sitting next to the two of them, all of whom they probably knew, and all of them enviously wanted to participate.
"Hey! Do you think that after we finish a course, we are considered to be official disciples of Yuanwu Hall?"
A man sitting on the other side of Wanzitou saw that the curly-haired young man kept making physical contact with Wanzitou, and rubbed his hands. Sensitive behavior, can't help but speak loudly to bring up the topic.
"Dream on you."
Wan Zitou said nothing, but the other man with them had already retorted.
"You may not be able to complete all the courses.
The Yuan Martial Arts School is a martial arts school with real ancient martial arts inheritance and has been certified by the Xia Kingdom Martial Arts Association. His official disciples must pass the assessment, and they do not just have to pay money. After all, the disciples
and The difference among students is huge. Not only do you not have to pay tuition, you can even receive a salary every month.
If you can become an official disciple of the Yuanwu Hall, you can fire the manager directly after you return." "
So powerful?"
Maranzitou stopped. The fight with the curly-haired young man couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.
"Yes."
Seeing that Ball Head was attracted, the man who spoke later immediately added: "But it is also very difficult to become a formal disciple. Generally
speaking, if you can become a formal disciple, you can participate in that kind of amateur You can also get rankings and earn bonuses in fighting competitions. You
can completely operate martial arts as a formal profession." "
Hey, what's the problem? Siqi, look at how I will be accepted as a disciple by Yuanwu Hall. ."
The curly-haired young man next to him interrupted with a smile.
"Just brag!"
Wan Zitou smiled and rolled his eyes at him.
"."
"Formal disciple. Salary and bonus."
Lu Yuan had been listening carefully to the conversations of several people, and his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly when he heard these people.
Cheng Peng said before that his biggest goal is to become an official disciple of the martial arts school, but he didn't take it seriously.
Only now do I realize that the qualifications for a formal disciple are not simple.
Not only can you get free tuition, but you can also receive a salary.
If I could become a formal disciple, wouldn't it relieve a lot of the burden on my family?
Lu Yuan couldn't help but have thoughts in his heart.
But he quickly suppressed it again.
He has just signed up now and has not even started the first class. It is obviously too early to think about these things.
The primary goal right now is to improve physical fitness as soon as possible to prevent tuition fees from being wasted.
Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in outside the training room.
You can tell at a glance that this person is not an ordinary student like them.
Not only is the Taoist uniform he wears black, but he also has an unusual aura when walking.
Lu Yuan was obviously not the only one who could guess the man's identity, and the noisy room quickly became quiet.
The middle-aged man glanced at the field, probably doing a simple count of the people, and then said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Lin Zhiqin, and I will be responsible for teaching you the first phase of training from now on. You can call me Coach Lin
. Or Brother Lin."
"Coach! What are we mainly practicing in the first stage?"
As soon as Lin Zhiqin finished speaking, someone from Wanzitou's group immediately started asking questions.
The other people were not to be outdone, "Yeah, why don't we have a boxing stake in this room? When will the boxing stake be played? I want to play the boxing stake!" After saying that, he winked at others and said with a chuckle: "Post the
manager's photo on the boxing stake. Go up."
"Haha."
Lin Zhiqin glanced at these people lightly, not angry, and just said: "The basis of fighting is strength. The
first stage of the course is mainly strength training.
Next, I will teach you some science With reasonable training methods and techniques, you can train on your own whether here or at home.
As for boxing."
Lin Zhiqin paused and continued: "Now is not the time for boxing.
You can only practice now. Air strike."
After saying that, Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.
Lu Yuan didn't even see clearly what kind of action he made.
A crisp sound of "pop" suddenly exploded.
The sound was loud and crisp, as if someone had lit firecrackers in the room.
"This is an air attack."
Lin Zhiqin glanced at the entire audience and said calmly.
(End of chapter)