He glanced ahead and saw that there was nothing unusual about Tifa who was punching. Her obsession with antiques should have nothing to do with her.
Card Xiu took a few steps to the right and took a quick glance outside. He immediately spotted Phil and Milo standing not far from the entrance of the hall. "Could it be the two of them?"
As if aware of Card Xiu's gaze, Milofel turned his head and pretended to watch the student on his right hitting the sandbag.
"Coach, am I doing this in a standard way?" Tifa's voice came from the side, clear and slightly hoarse.
Card Xiu turned around and said: "Yes, but it's best to have a wider range of motion, so that you can fully exert your muscle strength."
"Is that so?" Tifa demonstrated again.
"Well, not bad. You practice like this first, and I'll go to the bathroom. Don't be lazy." Card Xiu warned and left.
In the cubicle on the left, only Tifa was left practicing boxing.
As soon as he walked out of the compartment, Ka Xiu felt the bitter taste in his mouth getting stronger and stronger. If compared with the wind ivory pendant perceived in the ruins, the bitter taste now is about one tenth.
But this is something that the human body can clearly feel.
Taking a few more steps toward the door, the bitter taste became even stronger. Card Xiu was convinced that the two young men in front of him had antiques of obsession.
In the aisle, Phil and Milo were a little nervous. Coach Levi came towards them and probably caught them peeking.
Phil scratched his back and was about to speak.
Unexpectedly, Ka Xiu walked up quickly and spoke first.
"Are you two coming to the Gray Seal Martial Arts School to learn boxing?"
"Ah?" Phil was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, Coach Levi, I came to the martial arts gym to learn martial arts. I just saw you sparring with Coach Kesiah, so I went to the front desk to make an appointment at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon.
Course. What you are teaching now is Senior Sister Difa from our school’s fighting club, so I came over to take a look..."
"So that's it." Card Xiu stood on the spot: "Since they are all the students I want to teach, why not come over and take a look and get familiar with them first. See how your senior sister Tifa practices fighting skills?"
When Phil heard this, he naturally agreed happily. Milo, who was next to him, touched his arm and whispered.
"Phil, I don't have an appointment. How about I wait outside or go home directly?" Milo turned his head.
"It's okay. Go to the front desk later and I will help you make an appointment for the day after tomorrow. I will also make an appointment for a few days in the future. Come and accompany me then. I am a bit embarrassed to be alone." Phil followed behind Card Xiu's back.
While lowering his head, he whispered to Milo.
"Why do I, a kendo practitioner, learn to fight?" Milo's face was full of black lines: "You want to use me as a wingman, but I can't..."
"A month's worth of dinner."
"You're really good at reading people!" Milo beamed instantly. He stretched out his right hand and shook Phil's palm vigorously: "Deal!"
"These two boys are here to pick up girls..."
Ka Xiu, who was walking in front, had keen hearing. Although Phil and Milo spoke very softly, he basically heard everything.
Ten minutes later, on the left side of the hall.
The dusk sunlight turned into yellowish patches of light and hit the ground in a grid pattern through the window glass. Two shadows, one tall and one short, gradually lengthened. In the corner, two teenagers were sitting cross-legged.
"I told you yesterday that fighting within the rules should not go outside the framework. You came to me to improve the basics. You are not like other people to learn a skill that is useful in a short time. As long as the basics are laid well, the follow-up will be
It’s natural.”
Card Xiu glanced out the window. He had crammed in a lot of modern fighting knowledge in the past ten days, and with the double training memory in his mind, there was no problem in teaching a non-professional student.
"However, I can demonstrate the explosive technique first."
He looked at Tifa opposite and said, "Call here."
"Yes." Tifa immediately assumed a basic fighting posture, with her feet spread forward and backward, which was the most suitable for exerting force.
She took a deep breath and rushed over.
With a twist of his waist and shoulders, his arm hit Cassius's right shoulder. The punch was not slow, at least Firmiro didn't see it clearly.
Whoosh!
Suddenly a black shadow flashed in mid-air.
"ah!"
Tifa screamed in pain and frowned. She took four or five steps back and quickly pressed her left shoulder with her right hand.
Waves of tingling sensations spread from the joints to the brain.
She raised her head and looked across.
Coach Levi was still standing where he was, with one arm thrust into the air at some point, and his five fingers held together to form a pointed cone.
It was this fingertip that pecked her knuckles just now.
"When did Coach Levi punch?" Tifa thought about the scene just now, and there was no warning in the punching action.
"It's amazing..." Phil, who was sitting in the corner, glanced back and forth and sniffed. He remembered his original intention of coming to Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall: to learn explosive skills and enhance his fighting ability.
In the following time, Cassius taught, Tifa learned, and Firmiro watched. The sky outside gradually dimmed.
Edelweiss Middle School ends at 3:30 in the afternoon, and students have a lot of time to participate in club activities. It is now around 5:00 in the afternoon, and the clouds are turning red and the sun is gradually setting toward the horizon.
"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..."
Difa gasped violently, and her bulging chest rose and fell rapidly. Fighting movements were very physically demanding.
"Okay, let's get here today." Card Xiu opened the window, glanced at the two Firminos who were staring at the corner, and then asked: "Have you had dinner?"
"No." Difa wiped the fine sweat from her white collar.
"No." Phil raised his head and said decisively.
"?Then what did we just eat?" Milo's eyes widened. He turned back to look at Phil, who also turned to look at him. Milo coughed twice: "No."
"Okay, let me treat you. Let's go."
After a dinner, Cardiff learned some information about Milo and Phil, and got acquainted with each other a lot. Mainly because of Tifa's presence, Phil seemed to be particularly upright. When Cardiff started talking to Phil,
Everything is told next.
At this point, Cardiff has also determined that the person with the aura of obsession with antiques is Phil. His brother Matthew recently collected a batch of antiques and gave Phil a purple wood cane to play with.
This is also the only antique that Phil has come into contact with recently.
I don't know if it's to show off or to show generosity.
After Cardiff revealed that he was an antique lover and tried to ask, "Can you give me the cane to look at?" Phil actually directly said that he would bring the stick to Cardiff tomorrow and said that he would make an appointment.
months of courses.
Is it to pick up girls? Or did those fighting skills just attract him? Do you want to show sincerity and then become a disciple?
Cardiff had no way of knowing this.
But if someone directly delivers the obsessive antique to his door, of course he wants it, and any intention is secondary.