Chapter 8 Does the martial arts hall manage meals?
"Are you just here to recruit a sparring partner?" In the large mahogany-style room, a short man was sitting in a large leather chair. He was about forty years old, with a thin face and a shaved face.
He has a green stubble and a wide martial arts uniform that makes his figure extremely thin. With his smooth eyes and slightly sharp voice, it is difficult to connect him with a martial arts school. He is more like a shrewd businessman.
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"Yes." Mu Fan lowered his eyelids and leaned forward slightly.
"I am Chanison, the middle-level steward of Xingluo Martial Arts Hall. The second and third floors are exclusive venues for VIP customers of our Martial Arts Hall. Your task as a sparring partner is to serve as a training target for the guests. In other words, you are a sandbag because you cannot fight back.
. Salary is calculated daily, 500 star coins per day. Tips given by guests belong to you personally. The Budokan provides meals and daily treatment. If you become disabled accidentally, you will receive a one-time compensation of 30,000 star coins and no other responsibilities. Hey~~ If you accept it,
Just sign it." After saying that, he picked up a contract from the table and threw it over.
Mu Fan looked at the contract in front of him. To put it bluntly, it was just two pieces of paper. After scanning it to confirm that it was correct, he signed his crooked name.
"Tear up your contract, Mankun, take this kid to the first floor to take a shower, change clothes, tell him the specifics, and start working officially in the afternoon."
"Yes, boss."
When the mahogany door closed, Chanison touched his chin and chuckled, "Another silly boy, making money so easily? The martial arts school has been running out of sandbags in recent days, tsk~"
He got off the elevator along the same path and arrived at the lobby on the first floor. At the exit, Mankun turned right and pointed to the row of rooms in front of him and said, "That's the bathroom. Boy, just pick one and take a shower first. This one smells like machine oil."
It's too heavy. I'll put a set of training clothes out for you to change into later. This is provided to you by the martial arts gym for free."
Ten minutes later, Mu Fan was already standing at the entrance of the hall wearing a gray training uniform. Man Kun walked over and his eyes lit up, "You are so energetic!"
Mu Fan was already quite tall, and his clean training clothes made him stand out even more. At this moment, all the oil on his face was gone, and the unique vitality of a young man was blooming. His eyes were bright and tenacious, and he stood there like a pig.
Cheetah ready to go.
"First go to training ground No. 5 and I will explain to you the basic steps of being a sparring partner, and then do some anti-beating training. This money is not as easy to make as expected, and I don't want you to be disabled."
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Training Ground No. 5, the exclusive training ground for Xingluo Martial Arts Gym staff, is already very lively, with a group of people also wearing gray training uniforms sparring with each other.
"Haha, is this a newbie here? He's under twenty years old, right? You're earning disability benefits at a young age? Hahahahahaha." A big man with a scar on his forehead and a height of 1.9 meters with one arm
Holding the boxing target, he easily responded to the attack in front of him, and then he casually glanced and found Mu Fan, who was brought by Man Kun. Seeing that thin body, he couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Zerf, shut up that stinking mouth of yours. If you want to make money in the martial arts gym, be honest. If you ruin the boss's business, you know the consequences." Mankun glanced at the big man, and at the end of his words, there was already a hint of emotion.
Chill. Zeref is a thorn in the martial arts sparring team. He is thirty-three years old and was born as a mercenary. Later, he messed up a deal with his employer and got into trouble with the wrong people. He quit his job to lick blood.
Because he has the strength, he came to Xingluo Martial Arts Center two years ago. Due to the outstanding level 13 physical standard, which is already high, there are too many ordinary people with average level 6 at the stage of emergence, and he has rich fighting experience. Zeref
He has never been seriously injured and has gradually become famous in the sparring circle. Now everyone is warming up, and Zeref, who has always been vicious and bellicose, will not miss the opportunity to have fun when he sees Mu Fan.
"Humph, if you're a coward, just get out. You've been disabled four times before, but you can't get out if you want. You must have signed the contract. Let's play three games first, little rookie, ha.
Haha." Zeref stared at Mu Fan again, turned around and laughed loudly.
Mu Fan looked at Zeref calmly and then withdrew his eyes. Zeref seemed to be irritated when he saw such a disregardful attitude. It was difficult to get angry with Mankun present, so he roared at the person who was hitting in front:
"She has a grandma's legs. She looks like a woman. Her face is like a puddle of water. Try harder! Try harder! It's like a mosquito. What a waste!"
Walking to the open space on one side, Mankun stopped, took out a hand-held boxing target from the wooden cabinet on the side and threw it to Mu Fan who was behind him, "Boy, take it, hold it steady with both hands. Let's practice with the boxing target first.
"Guests in the martial arts gym have strong and strong punches. This is the only tool to protect yourself. If you can't handle it properly, you may be seriously injured. Let's give it a try."
Mu Fan took the boxing glove and waved it on his right forearm, then bent his elbow and raised it in front of his chest. His left arm was not used to support it, but was placed at his side to prevent any accidents.
"Oh, boy, I'm sorry, I'll let you learn a lesson first." Mankun's level 11 physical standard, the federal level 6 physical standard, the instant burst punch strength is 75KG, and then 150KG, 250KG, 400KG, 600KG, 850KG
Corresponds to levels 7 to 11. From now on, the standard will increase by 50KG for each level. Seeing that Mu Fan did not follow his instructions, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He admired this kid, but it did not mean that he would not control it unchecked.
If you can't hold it firmly when punching it, your arm will be seriously injured.
Mankun withdrew half of his strength, suddenly turned around and punched out quickly, hoping to knock Mu Fan away and teach this kid a lesson.
There was a "bang" like a muffled sound hitting broken leather, and the expected feeling of knockback from the heavy punch did not appear. Mankun frowned, and Mu Fan stood firmly in front of him, with his right leg slightly arched and his left foot slanted at a right angle.
He stood up, his whole body unmoved except for his right arm and the broken hair on his forehead.
Hiss~ I found a treasure. Man Kun knew what this meant. He didn’t expect that his thin body would have such power. He could easily withstand a level 9 punch, which meant that his overall standard would not be lower than
Myself!! Interesting!
"Good boy, I underestimated you. Pay attention to yourself. There are equipment over there that you can practice by yourself or with others. Do you have anything else to ask?" Mankun pointed to the group of people in front of him on the right, a few steps behind them.
There are various types of equipment piled ten meters away.
"Yes!" Mu Fan's voice suddenly sounded, so sonorous and powerful that even Man Kun was stunned.
"explain."
"Does the martial arts school care about the food?" Mu Fan's eyes suddenly glowed with blazing light.
"Yes, breakfast and lunch will be provided by the martial arts school, and dinner will be provided by yourself." Man Kun looked at Mu Fan with a strange look on his face. Is there anything strange about this?
"Then can I finish my meal first before going to work?"
"Of course. In another hour, go to Restaurant No. 3 for lunch time. Take a break for an hour and a half at noon. Then come here to gather on time. I will assign you your afternoon sparring tasks. After five minutes of overtime, you will be assessed 50 star coins.
If there is no reason to overtime for 30 minutes, you will not come again." Mankun felt uncomfortable looking at the heat in Mu Fan's eyes, and replied as fast as he could.
"Thank you, then I'll go train now and you can come and fight again."
Mankun looked at the kid in front of him as if he suddenly had motivation. He was completely different from his previous calmness. He laughed out loud, "I just wanted to remind you, kid, go train over there by yourself. I'll go and talk to you."
The boss has reported today's situation. Come over after lunch, don't be late."
"Hmm" After hearing the word "eat", Mu Fan seemed to feel a surge of energy all over his body, even a little, a little out of his mind.
Mankun looked at the kid in front of him, shook his head in amusement and turned to leave.
Mu Fan walked towards the sandbag and boxing machine step by step with his eyes open, and then punched the sandbag with a dazed look. The "dong, dong" sound was very rhythmic, but if he stood aside and watched for a while, it would
It was obvious that Mu Fan was distracted...
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