Lin Zhiqin was stunned by Lu Yuan's answer, and then looked at Lu Yuan with an inexplicable approval, and said with emotion: "It's rare for you to know how to share the burden for the family at your age.
However, if you want to earn back your tuition fees... becoming a formal disciple is still not possible."
"Why?"
Lu Yuan was surprised, "Didn't it mean that after becoming a formal disciple, you can receive monthly allowances from the martial arts gym, and there are also benefits such as meal subsidies?"
“You think the martial arts school is a charity hall?”
Lin Zhiqin shook his head in amusement.
“Martial arts schools do have some preferential treatment for formal disciples, but formal disciples also have to pay tuition fees, and they pay more than ordinary students.
Do you understand that the law should not be passed down lightly?
If you had to pay money to become an official martial arts disciple, then we martial arts instructors would have been sleeping on the streets long ago."
“What about the martial arts practitioners certified by the Wushu Association?”
“You also have to pay a fee to the Wushu Association every year, otherwise your rank certificate will be invalid the next year.”
…….”
Lu Yuan’s face turned ugly.
The situation that Lin Zhiqin said was completely opposite to what he knew, and it completely overturned all his plans.
“..The news you heard is that people outside have confused the concepts of formal disciples and core disciples.
The welfare of core disciples is indeed much better, and they do receive wages.
But the core disciples usually need to help the martial arts gym with work, and before getting money, they must sign a contract with the martial arts gym.
Furthermore, the application standards for core disciples are also higher.”
“I think that in order to meet your expectations - to obtain a higher-level inheritance of the martial arts school for free, you don’t have to do anything, just practice martial arts, and you can get money every month... these conditions.
Perhaps only one identity can satisfy..."
"What?"
Lin Zhiqin glanced at Lu Yuan and said with a smile: "Personal disciple."
Lu Yuan looked startled.
At this time, the small door of the box was pushed open from the outside with a creaking sound.
The middle-aged woman from before walked in with a smile, carrying two plates of dishes.
“The kidneys and chicken are ready.”
Two plates of food were brought to the two of them.
Stir-fried kidney slices with red chili peppers, and chicken in a casserole.
The chicken was stewed with pig's trotters. The soup turned into a paste and the meat was rotten when poked with chopsticks. It must have been stewed for a long time, and it was very appetizing just by looking at the appearance.
“Try it, the kidney and chicken are their signature dishes.”
Lin Zhiqin greeted Lu Yuan, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "Help me serve some rice..."
He glanced at Lu Yuan again and added: "Be more generous."
"Know."
The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded, "You guys who practice martial arts can eat it."
Lu Yuan was not polite to Lin Zhiqin, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
He is in a bad mood now and needs food to heal him.
The taste of both dishes was quite good. Although it was far from amazing, Lu Yuan was not very picky about his food.
He can finish a big bowl of food from the school cafeteria.
Lu Yuan tore up a chicken drumstick and held it in his left hand. His right hand holding the chopsticks was responsible for picking up other vegetables.
While eating, he asked Lin Zhiqin: "What is a direct disciple?"
Lu Yuan was completely relaxed now, which was completely different from the previous state of nervousness and embarrassment among high school students when facing their elders.
The tone of questioning Lin Zhiqin also became casual.
mainly.......
Before, he was afraid that Lin Zhiqin would not sign for him, so he behaved in a "submissive" manner.
Now.
Lin Zhiqin’s words shattered all Lu Yuan’s illusions about being a formal disciple. Although he has not confirmed it, thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the truth.
On the contrary, my previous thoughts were naive enough, so they were probably true.
Lu Yuan’s thoughts about becoming a formal disciple suddenly faded away.
Then it doesn’t matter whether Lin Zhiqin signs for him or not. He will naturally start to put himself in an equal position with the other party mentally.
“Personal disciple…”
Lin Zhiqin picked up a piece of kidney flower with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
“It means that the owner of the museum personally accepts it.
represents the true core heritage of the martial arts school.”
Lu Yuan took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, smiled at Lin Zhiqin, and said, "Does Coach Lin think I have a chance to become the owner of the gym?"
Lin Zhiqin probably heard the ridicule in his words and frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
“I can give you a chance.”
Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the box door opened again.
The middle-aged woman who returned from the trip brought braised pork ribs, a plate of green vegetables, and the rice Lin Zhiqin asked for.
“If it’s not enough, I’ll help you fill it up...the fish will have to wait for a while, it’s already been killed and ready to be put into the pot.”
The middle-aged woman put down her things and looked at Lu Yuan who was having a delicious meal. She couldn't help but praise: "Coach Lin, the students you brought here are really more energetic than the other!"
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Lin Zhiqin smiled and said nothing.
Lu Yuan directly took the rice bowl and filled himself a large bowl of rice.
He took a few big bites of the freshly served pork ribs and vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth.
The stir-fried kidneys are now beginning to show their true charm. The spicy and delicious taste is simply a rice killer.
When Lu Yuan finished his bowl of rice, he raised his head and found that Lin Zhiqin hadn't moved a single chopstick.
I don’t know when I lit up a cigarette, and I was looking at myself quietly.
Lu Yuan took out a napkin from the paper box on the table and carefully began to wipe the oil stains between the fingers of his left hand where he had just grabbed the chicken leg.
A sentence suddenly popped out of your mouth.
“The last time Coach Lin came to this restaurant... he should have brought Yang Jiandong, right?”
The cigarette held by Lin Zhiqin's fingers trembled slightly, but his face was expressionless.
“I guess Coach Lin must have said the same thing to Yang Jiandong.
Hmm, there should be more than just Yang Jiandong..."
Lu Yuan continued talking.
He wiped the grease on his hands, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth.
Then he stood up from the chair and said to Lin Zhiqin sincerely: "Thank you, Coach Lin, for the meal. I'm full.
The food in this restaurant is really good, much better than the food in the hospital cafeteria.
Farewell, Coach Lin...”
When Lin Zhiqin heard the word hospital, his eyes visibly fluctuated violently.
Seeing Lu Yuan pull out his chair and turn around to walk towards the door, he finally couldn't help it and said, "Wait a minute!"
“Coach Lin, what else would you like to say?”
Lu Yuan looked at Lin Zhiqin calmly.
“Sit down first. Sit down and say.”
Lin Zhiqin pressed his hand softly, signaling Lu Yuan to sit down again.
Lu Yuan thought about it for a while and decided to listen to what other tricks Lin Zhiqin could come up with to coax him.
At the small dining table, a few dishes apart, the two of them sat opposite each other.
Lin Zhiqin took a deep breath, put out the cigarette in his hand, looked Lu Yuan in the eyes, and said, "I feel like you must have misunderstood something?
Tell me your opinion first, what do you think I want to do with you?"
Since the secret has been exposed, Lu Yuan has nothing to worry about and directly said: "You just want to trick me into helping you fight black boxing.
Like Yang Jiandong before, it’s for money, right?”
“Black Fist?”
Lin Zhiqin looked startled, then frowned and said, "It seems you really misunderstood."
He smiled bitterly and said: "I admit, I have the idea of taking you to play a game.
Because I am really short of money recently, and there are some more personal reasons...
However, they are all formal fighting competitions. Anyone can check the registration method online, and they are also registered with the Wushu Association...It is completely different from the underground black boxing you imagine."
“Will a formal fighting competition cause more than ten fractures all over the body?”
Lu Yuan said calmly.
Lin Zhiqin was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became strange.
“You are referring to Yang Jiandong’s injury?”
Lu Yuan’s expression was noncommittal.
"Harmful--"
Lin Zhiqin sighed, with a funny and helpless expression on his face.
“Yang Jiandong’s injury has nothing to do with me at all.
He was injured because he secretly participated in other irregular fighting competitions without knowing where he got it.
Moreover, his injury was not sustained in the ring.
It means being retaliated against after the game.
The reason was that after this guy won the game, he spat at others and made insulting moves. They were so angry that they found someone to block him as soon as he went out, and beat him with a sack over his head for more than ten minutes...
But the man also lost money later, and Yang Jiandong also used the money to pay the down payment for the wedding house..."
…………”
Lin Zhiqin was afraid that Lu Yuan would not believe it, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Lu Yuan, and said directly: "You can call Yang Jiandong's girlfriend directly now. I have her contact information. She knows the whole story."
…………”
Lu Yuan looked at the mobile phone handed to him by Lin Zhiqin, was silent for a while, and took a deep breath.
“Last question, why did you deliberately block my assessment application? Didn’t you sign the application form for me?”
“Didn’t you sign on purpose?”
Lin Zhiqin’s expression suddenly became even weirder.
“When I just signed it for you, I was halfway through writing it.
The pen in my hand suddenly ran out of water. I originally wanted to go to the front desk after dinner to ask for a new one and sign it for you...
Of course, I also have the idea of chatting with you during dinner time..."
……..”
In the small box, Lu Yuan quietly looked at Lin Zhiqin, who had a frank look in front of him.
After a long silence.
Hold your head and speak slowly.
“Coach, can we talk about direct disciples again?”
