"It's easy. Just learn a few tricks from the masters outside the school. As long as you are willing to pay, the results will be quick." Milo said.
"Hongta Street?"
"right."
"Are you familiar with it there? I've never been to Hongta Street."
"I'll be familiar with you if you treat me to dinner."
"You kid." Phil laughed and scolded Milo.
"Stop talking and listen carefully!" The teacher in the stands was still writing on the blackboard and said without looking back.
"Ahem." The two of them raised their heads and pretended to listen to the lecture.
Phil made an OK gesture behind the textbook.
Milo on the left gave back a thumbs up.
Jingle bells, the school bell echoes throughout the campus.
All of a sudden, students wearing all kinds of clothes poured out of the teaching building. Of course Edelweiss Middle School has its own uniforms, and the styles are quite beautiful. However, the school does not have a strict rule that uniforms must be worn on campus, so everyone just goes as they please.
"Phil, are you going to have a barbecue? Oh, Milo, are you there too? Let's have a barbecue together. There are seven or eight of us here."
Not far away, a red-haired boy carrying a black backpack waved. Next to him were some other classmates in the same class, three boys and four girls. One of them, a beautiful girl named Yuffie, was the class beauty.
She was wearing a lake blue dress that highlighted her slender waist. The fair skin on her exposed face and arms was as delicate as cream. Her long black hair was tied into a braid and hung on one side. The overall look was pure and elegant.
Feel.
The breeze blew, and she pushed her hair behind her ears from time to time.
Yuffie is indeed very attractive to boys of this age group, and the boys passing by her glance vaguely towards her from time to time.
"How's it going? Are you going?" The red-haired boy waved.
"Forget it, Milo and I still have something to do. We'll make an appointment next time, we'll make an appointment next time." Phil pushed Milo's shoulder and left.
After passing the tree-lined avenue and bypassing the circular flower garden, the two of them walked out of the school gate. Milo couldn't help but say at this time.
"Phil, why don't we allow them to have a barbecue together? It's hard to see Yuffie coming out to play together." Milo smoothed his hair and looked back at the avenue behind.
In the distance there was a small group of seven or eight people talking and laughing.
"Yuffie? She's not Difa-senpai, what's so surprising?" Phil changed the black shoulder bag from the left to the right.
"But Euphie is much prettier than Difa-senpai..."
"Yes, but I never said that I like Senior Sister Tifa because she is beautiful..." Phil took a step forward with his shoulder bag: "Oh, I can't explain it to you anyway, let's go."
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The two of them first had dinner nearby, and then walked towards Hongta Street. Phil and Milo are both freshman students at Edelweiss Middle School. They are 16 this year. One joined the school's fighting club and the other joined the school.
fencing club.
Milo's family is not rich, but they are not poor either. Phil's family runs a company and has businesses in several surrounding cities. Therefore, Phil usually pays with his pocket money for meals. Where do the two of them go to play?
It was all paid by Phil.
"finally reached."
Phil drank the cold drink in his hand in one gulp and threw it into the trash can.
He glanced ahead.
The red and yellow sunshine in the afternoon shines on the stone road, and there are some reflections in the eyes when you look at it sideways. There is a golden-red lawn on the roadside, and there are several people inside who are hanging colorful flags connected together on the trees.
There seems to be some activity recently.
Milofel and the two walked along one side of the sidewalk toward the depths of Hongta Street. There were also sparse pedestrians walking back and forth. Passing through an arch, the buildings in front began to become more dense. Occasionally, they could see XX Wu
The logo of the XX dojo.
Finally, Milo stopped at a corner.
Phil raised his head and glanced at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall. There were two promotional pictures posted on the wall next to it. One was a very exaggerated artistic black lettering of "Fight!", and next to it was a simple and clear large fist, surrounded by seemingly
There is also an explosion effect.
Below are some admission notices, fees, etc.
"Is this martial arts gym different from others?"
Phil couldn't help but ask.
"Hehe, I only found out about it two or three days ago. This Gray Seal Martial Arts School recruited a great new coach ten days ago, who is very genuine. Moreover, he also provides the things I told you.
This service: teaches you fighting skills that can be effective in a short time. Although it costs money, it is said to be very useful."
Milo took a sip of the drink in his hand and said.
"Yesterday I came here to hang out with Cina from the fencing club, and I saw him knocking off Coach Kosia in three moves during the competition."
"Coach Coscia!" Phil was a little surprised. Because Coscia is one of the three fighting coaches officially hired by the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, and he is definitely a real person. Coach Coscia likes to go nearby in his spare time.
The martial arts gym competes with other coaches in actual combat. There are few defeats and at most a draw.
I didn’t expect that I suffered a loss here yesterday.
"Let's go in and take a look." Milo led Phil directly into the door. There was only one receptionist sitting quietly in the hall.
He also held a gray-white Shirakawa City Evening News in his hand.
"Hello, do you want to practice martial arts? Or are you looking for a coach?"
The top edge of the newspaper moved down, revealing a slightly wrinkled old man's face. His hair was bald in the middle, but the left and right sides were exaggeratedly spread out, like a pair of gray bat wings.
"Ah, let's take a look, take a look first." Milo said.
The two left the hall and walked inside along the stone road.
In front is a public exercise area, and behind is a gym that costs money to use. In the public area, many men and women wearing tight-fitting workout clothes are sweating profusely. They are either punching sandbags continuously, squatting, or using equipment.
.
Both men and women here seem to be quite muscular, with obvious muscle lines. Most of them have a white towel hanging around their necks.
The atmosphere here is much better than the fighting club in school.
Continuing forward, the two came to a playground. There was a circle of people surrounding them, and they were pointing towards the playground in a low voice.
"Coach Koscia." Milo said quickly.
Phil also looked up in surprise.
On the playground, two figures were confronting each other. The short-haired strong man on the left was the coach of the fighting club, Kosia, and the right was a tall young man with black hair, wearing a beige fighting uniform.
At this moment, the atmosphere between the two fighting parties was solemn, and they were constantly changing their positions to adjust their status. Kosia's eyes were cautious, he took a deep breath, and his leg muscles tightened.
Coach Coscia is on!
A fierce straight punch hit him!
One move! Two moves! Three moves!
Coach Coscia lost!
"Awesome! Have you specially learned fighting skills?" Kosia said with a slight tremor on his face as he covered his shoulders to endure the stinging pain.
"That's right." The black-haired young man raised his hands and clasped his fists.
"Oh, no wonder."
Kesiah also clasped his fists and sighed.
"That's awesome! Milo, is this the coach? What's his name?" Phil excitedly patted his companion on the shoulder.