Although this young man's eyes were dull, his body seemed to be very well-proportioned. He was about 1.8 meters tall and was wearing ordinary gray short-sleeved shirts and a pair of jeans.
His dull eyes stared at Roland for a while, then he walked over and asked in a feeble voice across the low red brick wall: "Friend, what are you here for?"
"Have a look." Roland looked away from the young man, stared at the two students who were sparring in the field, and said slowly: "I heard that this is the Miao Dao Skills Hall, so I came over to see if it was true. "
The young man grinned emotionlessly. He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't mean to smile at all: "Look at it as you like."
The two students sparring were holding long, curved wooden swords, which indeed looked very similar to Japanese swords. Moreover, the attack movements and routines between each other also looked very similar to Japanese swordsmanship at first glance.
No wonder some people think that Miao swordsmanship borrowed from Japanese swordsmanship.
After watching the two of them sparring for a while, Roland was able to conclude that there was indeed something in this Miao Dao Skills Hall.
After all, he has also practiced Sanda for two months. I can't say he is very strong. He is only a little better than the coach who has been practicing for more than ten years, and his eyesight has also been improved.
To practice Sanda, you naturally need to learn how to exert and withdraw force, and these basic concepts also exist in swordsmanship.
The strength when swinging the sword and the 'skill' when sheathing the sword, Roland can also see these things now. The two students who are sparring do have some foundation.
After watching for a while, Roland asked the young man: "Where are the boss and coach of the Miao Dao Art Gym, brother?"
"It's all me." The young man's expression was still that of feeble indifference. He looked Roland up and down for a while and said, "You seem to have some foundation."
"Well, I have been practicing Sanda for two months!"
"Two months?" The young man's face finally changed a little, like a light feather falling from the calm lake surface, setting off microwaves.
"Yes." Roland nodded.
"That's it..."
The young man murmured feebly, and then his right hand suddenly shot up diagonally from below, and the tip of his palm seemed to be about to poke Roland's ribs.
Roland reacted very quickly at this time. He leaned his upper body back, subconsciously raised his knees, and rushed towards the opponent's abdomen.
But suddenly, his movements stopped.
Because he saw that the young man's sword was just a feint, and he stopped midway through using it. It's just a simple test, without any malicious intent.
At this time, the two people's movements were a bit strange. The young man was half-crouching on a horse stance, with his right hand making a sword-like gesture, while Roland leaned back, as if time had stopped.
About two seconds later, the two of them stood up straight and smiled awkwardly at each other.
The young man no longer had the indifferent and helpless look he had just now. There was more excitement in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to practice well. Why don't you come in and compete?"
"I told you that I practice Sanda and you practice swordsmanship. How can I be your opponent?" Roland shook his head helplessly.
"That's right." The young man sighed in despair, his expression returned to the weak feeling like salted fish before.
"Actually, I came here this time to learn Miao Dao skills." Roland looked at the other party and smiled lightly: "It seems that what you teach here is quite authentic. How much is the tuition?"
"Thirty thousand!"
"How much!" Roland suspected that he heard wrongly.
"Thirty thousand." The young man yawned and continued: "Bao will teach you. If you are stupid and can't learn it in a short time, I will teach you until you can. But you don't look like a fool."
Roland felt his head hurt: "Your number is too exaggerated. And the environment here doesn't seem to be very good. It doesn't feel classy, and it's not worth so much money."
As he spoke, he pointed to the large shed made of double-layered iron sheets. This kind of venue is very similar to the ice skating rink in the town twenty years ago.
In fact, his guess was correct. This place was indeed an ice rink more than ten years ago. However, Internet cafes began to appear later and the ice rink could no longer make money, so it was abandoned. Then a few years ago, it was replaced by an ice rink across the street. Young people took it over at extremely cheap prices.
The young man said calmly: "You paid money to learn swordsmanship, not to enjoy it. It doesn't matter whether the environment is good or not. This kind of place is actually better. You practice Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. It also exercises people's will. .”
"Can't it be cheaper?" Roland asked.
"No!" The young man's expression showed little fluctuation.
But the more this is the case, the more it shows that the other party is determined and it is almost impossible to change what he said.
Roland looked at the four students practicing under the big shed and asked, "Have they already paid 30,000 yuan?"
Thirty thousand is nothing to a rich person, and sometimes they throw away several times this number when they have a dinner party at night.
But for ordinary people like Roland, it is quite a lot. Even though he currently has nearly 300,000 yuan in his bank card, it still feels very expensive.
He looked at the four students practicing swordsmanship in the greenhouse. They didn't look like wealthy people, so he wondered if the boss and coach in front of him wanted to extort some of his money.
"They are my relatives, of course they don't need money." The young man said matter-of-factly. At the same time, he took out a crumpled, opened pack of Hongmei cigarettes from his coat pocket, handed it over, and said, "Can't smoke it?" ?”
"Thank you, I don't smoke." Roland waved his hand. It turned out to be a relative of the other party, so there was nothing we could do.
The young man lit one for himself, took a breath, and blew out a smoke ring: "It's good not to smoke. You can't smoke when practicing martial arts. It's not good for your lungs. If your lungs are not good, you won't be able to breathe. If you are weak, don't practice martial arts." , it would be nice if ordinary life is not affected.”
Roland stared at the cigarette in the other person's hand with a strange expression, his eyes piercing.
"You're talking about me." The young man shook the cigarette in his hand and said in the same emotionless tone: "I just held the cigarette in my mouth and didn't inhale it into my lungs."
So what's the point of smoking like this? Roland was a little puzzled, but he didn't want to know the reason why the other party developed this quirk. He thought for a while and asked: "How long have you been in business here and how many students have you recruited, not including your relatives?"
"It's been more than half a year, and there haven't been any outside students." This young man seemed to be quite 'upright'.
Roland's brows furrowed even more. He was about to speak, but his cell phone rang.
He made an embarrassed gesture to the young man, walked aside, and answered the phone.
It was Shu Ke calling: "There is a new announcement on the official website. Have you read it?"
"I have something to do outside and don't have time to pay attention to the official website."
"You'd better watch it now, it's about you."
After saying this, the call was hung up.
Roland remembered that the chief planner said that a new announcement would be released soon. Could it be that because he reported the bug to him, he was mentioned in the announcement.
But Shuke also has a relatively calm personality, and he should not be the one to make a fuss over this matter.
Roland opened the mobile browser, went to the game's official homepage, and saw that the announcement had been updated.
After clicking it and reading it, he patted his forehead speechlessly.
"Game planner, are you trying to trick me?"