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Lou Cheng glanced at the cleaning aunt who was sweeping the floor, and said to the excited students: "Everyone, please introduce yourself, otherwise I don't know who is who, start from the left."
He had seen the roster of students in this class in Chu Weicai's office before, but he couldn't match it with a real person. He only knew that the girl who was more active and talkative was Wu Ting.
The girl on the far left wore a refreshing smile and said with a sweet smile: "My name is Zhang Qiufan, I am twelve years old, and I will be studying in the first year of the experimental middle school soon."
It was the youngest child in the VIP class, Lou Cheng nodded slightly, he had a certain amount of training for her, so as not to affect her physical development.
This is also the carefulness that only the VIP class has. When there are too many people, which coach can take care of it? How can it be different from person to person
"My name is Yao Ruiwei. I'm fifteen years old. I'm a third-year student in the No. 1 Middle School. Uh... I'm in the first year of high school." The little fat man, who was about 1.65 meters tall and probably weighed about the same, introduced himself.
Feifei's classmate two months later... Lou Cheng smiled, observed Yao Ruiwei's physical condition, and found that he was exuberant internally and externally, and he must pay attention to the amount of training, otherwise it is easy to cause problems.
Damn, back then my master taught me to never be so serious!
"My name is Li Lei. I'm eighteen years old. I'm a third-year graduate from China Railway High School. I'm about to go to Hudong University." The oldest student in the VIP class said smugly.
He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a strong body and thick and messy eyebrows.
The quality of teaching in Tiezhong is very average, but the atmosphere of fighting is very strong. It's not bad to be admitted to Hudong University there... Lou Cheng thought nonchalantly.
Hudong University is just an ordinary key university.
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"My name is Wu Ting. I'm fifteen years old. I've been admitted to No. 1 Middle School." After the first five or six years, it was finally the turn of the girl with twin ponytails and fair skin. She deliberately emphasized that she was admitted. It costs money to be afraid of being misunderstood.
Her spirit is high, her body is soft and her body is strong, this girl must have been exercising at ordinary times, at least she has some contact with martial arts... Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully.
After all the students had finished their self-introductions, he roughly matched the names with the people, and he also had a grasp of their initial physical conditions.
"Okay, I'll teach you some meditation techniques first, as a warm-up." Lou Cheng said calmly.
Wu Ting immediately raised her hand and said excitedly, "Coach Lou, are you going to teach us meditation kung fu?"
This is one of the most basic things in advanced martial arts!
"Don't think too much." Lou Cheng smiled, "At your age, you haven't fully matured, and you can't reach the level of vitality and blood of adults. Practicing Jingzhuan will only make you more sleepy, and the more you practice, the less energetic you will be. Well, the body will also feel like it has been hollowed out, what I teach you is just a small technique of calming down and breathing, which can help you enter the state of tempering as soon as possible."
Among the students present, only Li Lei was able to try static piles, but there was no need to make a small fuss for him alone. Anyway, the head of the pavilion Chu and Qin Rui had said that it was all for physical fitness.
The trainees were first amused by his humor that was quite in line with the trend, and felt that there was not much generation gap between the coach and themselves, and then they were slightly disappointed, expressing regret for the hopeless static pile.
After a short time to calm down and gather his breath, Lou Cheng said as scheduled: "Next, I'll teach everyone how to do horseback riding, and practice pile kung fu."
"Zamabu? Coach Lou, you're so good, why do you teach this kind of thing? I thought you would directly teach us how to play, moves and strength skills." Wu Ting raised her hand again and said anxiously.
As long as you talk too much... Lou Cheng cursed secretly, and said with a smile: "You have no foundation, your back is stiff, your legs are loose, and if you don't practice the pile skills well, even if I teach you fighting skills and strength skills now, you will still be ashamed." Put on more airs, punching is like a massage."
Speaking of this, he put on a straight face: "Besides, no matter how advanced and powerful martial arts are, they are also practiced step by step from the basic pile skills. How can a tall building rise from the ground? Do you know how deep the foundation is under it? I Do you know how much time and effort you have spent on basic skills to have the current strength?"
The tall image of him punching the sandbag with one punch still remained, Wu Ting and the others hurriedly silenced and nodded.
"... You can't kill a horse with a horse stance. You have to have an ups and downs and a change in the center of gravity, just like riding a horse... Pay attention to my posture. I will tell you in detail about the feet, From the ankle joints to the knee joints..." Lou Cheng didn't follow the scriptures, but incorporated a little bit of understanding from his own training, as well as the gains from different perspectives in the state of tranquility and great achievement.
Zhang Qiufan, Yao Ruiwei and others were also newcomers, and they still had great enthusiasm for the time being. They listened very carefully and attentively, and quickly put on airs according to Lou Cheng's instructions, and put on a horse stance.
And Lou Cheng walked around them, watching them one by one, immediately pointing out if there was something wrong with their posture, and if there was something wrong with their strength, he would help them correct it with a tap of his toe or a flip of his hand.
"Remember how you feel now, this is the most suitable posture for you." Lou Jiancheng stood next to Zhang Qiufan, folded his arms and told him.
"Yes, Coach Lou!" Zhang Qiufan was the youngest and the most courageous, and answered meticulously.
Lou Cheng took out his mobile phone, checked the time, and then came to Yao Ruiwei, and found that the little fat man was already standing trembling, with sweat gathering on his forehead.
After staring at it for a few minutes without speaking, Lou Cheng suddenly said, "You can go to the side and rest."
He always kept in mind that these half-grown children came to strengthen their bodies, not to practice martial arts.
Yao Ruiwei was gritting his teeth and persevering, when he suddenly heard such an order from the coach, he felt like he had developed auditory hallucinations.
He pointed to himself and asked doubtfully, "Just me?"
so I can rest
"Yes, you rest for ten minutes." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
Wu Ting, who was in the row behind, quit and yelled, "Coach Lou, you are biased! Why can he rest and we can't?"
"You guys can rest early when he grows so fat." Lou Cheng said half-jokingly.
Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan and other students laughed out loud, one by two said:
"We don't want it!"
Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the little fat man whose expression was gloomy and painful because of the joke just now, and said seriously: "Yao Ruiwei, do you think I'm exposing your scars? Don't you say the old saying, you don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone. "
"No, no..." Yao Ruiwei answered with his head down.
Lou Cheng maintained a serious expression: "I have read the information and know that you are not born fat. This time you come to the martial arts class, do you have the idea of losing weight?"
"Yes." Yao Ruiwei said honestly.
"So, I will remind you often to stimulate you, lest you forget the purpose of training, lose motivation, and become slack... Train well, and let everyone see if you are still fat after two months!" Lou Cheng suddenly said Emphasized the tone.
Yao Ruiwei gritted his teeth:
"Yes, Coach Lou!"
Pile exercises, rest, pile exercises, rest... Lou Cheng controlled the rhythm, let the students gradually master the basics, and increased their training volume little by little.
During the break in the middle, he didn't waste a single bit. He opened up his posture and practiced the "Lei Yin Zhen Zen" practice routine in the center of the field. Through the vibration, he catalyzed the power of the medicine and condensed himself.
Amidst the crackling air blast, Li Lei, Zhang Qiufan and other students watched with excitement, and were quite eager to try.
"You look so fucking..." Yao Ruiwei, the fat man, muttered to himself.
Li Lei took a breath and said, "When will I be able to practice such punches and kicks?"
Wu Ting gave them a white look: "It's still early, my dad said that if you can practice martial arts to make a 'sound', even if you have taken an important step in martial arts, if you are more proficient in your fists and feet, you can go to order!"
After more than two hours, Lou Cheng looked at the students who were a little irritable and disgusted, clapped his hands and said:
"Okay, let's practice the basics here first, and then I will teach you the basic moves and corresponding force skills."
Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan and others immediately cheered, feeling a sense of relief, and became excited again, but soon, they found that they had just jumped from one kang to another, practicing repeatedly with punches and kicks It was extremely boring, and his hands and feet were particularly sore.
"Coach Lou, can't you let us practice duels? I see that other classes are practicing duels!" Wu Ting complained aggrievedly during the break.
"That's their nonsense." Lou Cheng commented unceremoniously, "Two rookies practicing against each other will only develop bad habits and make inaccurate movements, and it will be difficult to correct them when the time comes. "
During my special training in martial arts, my senior brothers and sisters always guide me in sparring.
"Then we can practice against you? If we don't have enough time, we can pay Coach Lou to guide you alone!" Wu Ting raised her hand and suggested.
Lou Cheng laughed: "Let's master the basic moves and strength skills first, then I will save time for sparring in class, and there is no need to spend money."
His training intensity is only one-third of that of the special martial arts training. In other words, these half-grown children will not be able to practice duel until next week.
After finishing speaking, he looked at the clock on the wall: "Okay, it's time today, those who feel particularly sore and tired can pay to find a physical therapist in the martial arts gym, and others don't need to, go home and do a relaxation exercise by yourself , rest and rest, and you will be able to recover."
After watching Lou Cheng leave the practice field, Wu Ting lowered her voice and said:
"Coach Lou is really different. I heard from other classes that their coaches like to encourage them to teach alone. Unlike Coach Lou, they persuade us not to."
"It means that Coach Lou is really teaching us with his heart, and he doesn't need to wait for the individual guidance to tell good things." Li Lei wiped his sweat and answered seriously.
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After looking for a physical therapist to relax, Wu Ting returned home, and unexpectedly found that her very busy father, Wu Qinggui, did not go out.
"A rare guest!" She joked a little aggrieved.
Wu Qinggui reached out to embrace his daughter and patted her head: "As soon as I have free time, I want to come back to accompany you. How is it? How does your new coach feel?"
Wu Ting knew that her father was a martial arts practitioner, and failed to pass several professional ninth-rank competitions. Later, he switched to other industries to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, but no matter what, his vision is still there. , is the idol in my mind.
So, she chattered excitedly: "Our communication level is so good that we exploded the sandbag with one punch!"
"Blow it up?" Wu Qinggui asked in confusion.
Is it literal, or an exaggeration
Wu Ting stretched out her hand and gestured: "It really exploded, this way, this way, it exploded!"
Wu Qinggui opened his mouth halfway, and after a while he said to himself:
"This, is this something that professional Ninth Rank can do..."
When did Xiushan have such a powerful warrior? Still running to bring half-grown children
Wu Ting noticed the change in her father's expression, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind:
Coach Lou may be many times more powerful than we imagined!
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After eating lunch and soaking in the weight room, Lou Cheng, a temporary single dog, called Qin Rui and asked him to come to the martial arts hall in the afternoon to receive guidance on static piles.
Qin Rui laughed and said, "Are you free so soon? Haven't you dated your girlfriend recently?"
Lou Cheng replied casually: "She has gone to grandpa's house."
After finishing speaking, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. How did Qin Rui know that my girlfriend can often see each other
He might just ask casually... I can't disclose the situation in the future...
Qin Rui hung up the phone and quickly sent Jiang Fei a message: "Jiang Fat, Jiang Fat, hurry up and ask Song Li if Yan Zheke has gone to her grandfather's house!"