Lu Yuan nodded to the girl, thanked her, then turned and walked towards the second floor of the martial arts hall.
He said hello to Cheng Peng and said that he was going to practice for a while, so that Cheng Peng didn't have to wait for him and would just go back first.
This is Lu Yuan’s first time going to the second floor.
The stairs from the first floor to the second floor, as well as the walls on both sides of the walkway on the second floor, have photo frames hung at every other section.
The photo frames are almost full of photos of martial arts disciples and students winning prizes in fighting competitions and holding trophies.
The road is far away and you can see it one by one.
Some of these photos won awards in the city, some in the province, and the highest one was a national-level competition.
It’s just that in the photo, the person holding the third place trophy and belt and smiling brightly, does not seem to be wearing clothes from the Genbu Gym.
Lu Yuan read out the words printed on the man's clothes.
This photo looks very old, and the edges are slightly yellowed.
“Was the original name of the Yuan Martial Arts School called Crane Martial Arts School?”
Lu Yuan looked at the photo and guessed.
At this time, a slightly majestic voice sounded from behind him.
“What are you doing here?”
Lu Yuan hurriedly turned around and saw a man in his thirties with a medium build standing more than ten meters away, looking at him expressionlessly.
Lu Yuan recognized this person’s identity at a glance.
It was the coach surnamed Qin from Tuo Peng's class who gave him a great sense of oppression when he came to the martial arts gym to audit on the first day.
It was also because Cheng Peng said that he once knocked hundreds of kilograms of punches away with one punch, which aroused Lu Yuan's strong interest in practicing martial arts.
“Hello, Coach Qin.”
Lu Yuan raised the application form in his hand and explained: "I am a student in Coach Lin Zhiqin's class, and I came to see Coach Lin to sign it."
"oh."
The man's expression softened slightly, and he walked to Lu Yuan in a few steps.
“What are you signing? Let me see.”
"oh."
Lu Yuan respectfully handed over the application form, but secretly said in his heart: It’s so fast!
I didn’t see how the other party moved, but they were in front of me at a distance of more than ten meters. It was like "shrinking the ground into an inch" described in the novel!
Of course the truth is definitely not that exaggerated, it should just be because the opponent’s agility attribute or footwork level is very high.
Is this the strength of a professional level warrior?
Lu Yuan secretly marveled.
“Formal disciple assessment application form?”
The man looked at the form, glanced at Lu Yuan, and asked casually: "How long have you been in the martial arts gym?"
“One month and one week.”
Lu Yuan answered honestly.
“Have you mastered the three basics? Have you tested your boxing strength? How many?”
The man asked one question after another.
Lu Yuan guessed that he was helping Lin Zhiqin to review him.
It's like you were called to the office by a certain teacher. When you arrived at the office, you accidentally bumped into the class teacher. The class teacher would definitely catch you and question you - "Why are you here?" "You didn't hand in your homework, but you still eat in class."
Something?" "Did you pass this subject in the last exam?"
Almost the same truth.
Lu Yuan answered honestly: "My boxing strength has been tested, and it's over 100. I feel like I'm pretty good at practicing the three basics, but I still have to let Coach Lin judge."
"Um."
The man nodded, returned the application form to Lu Yuan, pointed forward, and said: "Go forward to the penultimate office. Coach Lin should be in there. You go."
“Thank you, Coach Qin.”
Lu Yuan said goodbye to the man politely, turned around and walked straight ahead where the man was pointing.
After two or three seconds, the feeling of someone watching from behind gradually disappeared.
Wait until we arrived at the door of the office the man mentioned.
Before knocking on the door, Lu Yuan turned his head and glanced in the direction he came from.
The figure of the man has long since disappeared.
Looking carefully, the old photo I just looked at seems to be gone, and there is an empty space on the wall for no reason.
“What did he do with that photo?”
Lu Yuan was confused.
But I didn’t think about it too much. I’d rather do my own thing first.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
The voice belonging to Lin Zhiqin soon came from inside.
"Come in."
Push the door open and go in.
I saw an office that was not too big.
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There is only a desk, a coffee table, and a boxing stake in the corner.
There are some green plants in front of the window, but they are mostly wilted and the leaves are yellow. It is probably because they have not been watered for a long time.
Lin Zhiqin was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table in the office and smoking. The ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts.
When Lu Yuan entered the door, he was stubbing out the stick in his hand.
"Who are you?"
Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan and frowned.
“Lu Yuan is Coach Lin’s student.”
Lu Yuan discovered that Lin Zhiqin was indeed unreliable.
He was considered to be the top student in the class, but Lin Zhiqin had no impression of him at all.
Others are obviously not to mention it.
No wonder the classes are becoming more and more perfunctory. Those who signed up for his class are also unlucky.
Had I not had a career panel and worked hard enough, the 10,000 yuan in tuition paid by my father, Lu Xinghua, would have been wasted long ago.
“The road...is long...Oh, I remembered.”
Lin Zhiqin had a "sudden" look on his face, and he didn't know if he really remembered it.
He picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette from it and lit it again, asking Lu Yuan: "What do you want from me?"
“I want to apply for a formal discipleship assessment, so I came here to ask Coach Lin for your signature.”
Lu Yuan said, handing over the application form in his hand.
Lin Zhiqin didn't even look at it. His indifferent eyes looked up and down at Lu Yuan through the slowly spreading cigarette smoke.
“If I remember correctly, it seems that you have only been in class for a month?
And there shouldn’t be any foundation before.”
"yes."
Lu Yuan nodded, looked at Lin Zhiqin without hesitation, and said in a serious tone: "But my boxing power has exceeded 100 kilograms now, and I think I have practiced the three basic techniques well."
"Ah......"
Lin Zhiqin couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
“You said your punching strength exceeded 100 kilograms?”
“Yes. Come to the coach. You just took the test downstairs before.”
“Then hit me.”
Lin Zhiqin stood up from behind the coffee table with a cigarette in his hand and a funny look on his face.
Walked up to Lu Yuan and waved to him, "Punch me and let me feel the power of your punch.
Don’t worry, feel free to fight, don’t worry about me..."
The sound of a fist tearing through the air.
Before Lin Zhiqin could finish a sentence, Lu Yuan's fist had already hit him hard in the face.
“Coach, be careful.”
Lu Yuan’s words of reminder were spoken only after the punch was thrown.
Under the expression of eagerness to try, he was really ruthless.
His father, Lu Xinghua, managed to squeeze out 10,000 yuan to sign up for him when his family was in such a difficult situation.
Lin Zhiqin, as a coach, you are always late, leave early, or don’t come at all!
There were ten classes in total, and at least six of them were for us to practice freely!
Beat you?
It’s you I’m going to hit!
"boom!"
Slight muffled sound.
Lu Yuan's fist was firmly pinched by Lin Zhiqin's right hand, but his body also took a small step back.
At this time, the smile on Lin Zhiqin's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of astonishment.
He stared blankly at Lu Yuan.
The look in his eyes seemed as if he had just begun to truly know him from this moment on.
“I’m sorry, coach, I didn’t hurt you.”
Lu Yuan gently pulled his fist away from Lin Zhiqin's hand and scratched his head "embarrassingly".
“No, of course not...how could you hurt me.”
Lin Zhiqin recovered from his shock.
Muttered a few words.
Suddenly, he threw away the cigarette in his hand and stared at Lu Yuan with gleaming eyes.
That expression...
It’s like unintentionally pushing aside a pile of gravel in front of you, only to discover a sparkling diamond underneath!
"quick!
Show me the three basic methods I taught you in class!"
Lin Zhiqin kept urging Lu Yuan in a hurried tone.
