When I woke up, the test paper had been taken away by the teacher.
When I looked up, everyone in the classroom was gone. I hurried to the martial arts hall.
"Huang Jingyang!" Teacher Zhao's voice appeared behind me.
I have the urge to run away.
"Huang Jingyang, if you dare to run away, I will visit your home today. I know where you live." Teacher Zhao said loudly.
I had to stop.
"Tell me, what are you doing recently? Why are you able to fall asleep even during the exam?" Teacher Zhao felt that she should take care of me, but I actually hoped she would ignore me.
"Mr. Zhao, I really don't have anything to do. I don't go to bed until I finish the questions." I simply told the truth.
"Huang Jingyang, if you don't tell the truth, then I'd better ask your sister." Teacher Zhao said impatiently.
"Okay. I didn't want to say it at first. Everyone thought I was smart, so I got such good grades. In fact, I paid a lot more than others. Every time it was quiet at night, I would secretly hide under the covers and read a book. . A reward for every effort. It is because I have paid so much that my grades are so good. I hope to win the praise of my sister. Mr. Zhao, will you keep this secret for me?" I paused and said The atmosphere is even more sad.
Teacher Zhao's eyes were red, full of tears, and nodded to me: "Huang Jingyang, you are finally willing to tell the truth. The teacher promises you that this secret will be a secret we both keep together."
Looking at Mr. Zhao's pure emotions, I wanted to tell the truth several times, but I was worried that even if I told the truth, Mr. Zhao might not believe it. Maybe it was the best choice to keep this lie buried in my heart.
"Have you rested yet?" Teacher Zhao asked gently.
I nodded, feeling guilty.
"Don't you want to go to the martial arts hall? Go quickly." Teacher Zhao said.
"Mr. Zhao, don't worry about me, I've gotten used to it for so many years." I regretted it even more.
Because Teacher Zhao because of my simple sentence. Tears welled up already. Teacher Zhao turned around and waved to me. She didn't want others to see her weak side.
I knew I couldn't stay any longer, otherwise it would be more and more chaotic.
When I arrived, there was already a riot in the martial arts hall.
"I just don't accept it! You're not a coach. Why should I listen to you? You're a fat man, and you're not my opponent at all. I only listen to those who are stronger than me. I won't listen to you, a fat man." A stubborn voice From the martial arts hall.
"The coach has arranged for me to train you the most basic things. There are nearly 100 people in the martial arts hall. If the coach is to arrange everything, even if the coach is exhausted, it will be too busy. I am your senior, The coach has arranged for me to be in charge of your basic training, and you have no reason not to obey my arrangements." This voice sounded like a fat man.
"I just don't listen to you. How? We have the ability to compete!" The man seemed to see that Fatty didn't do anything, and said even more arrogantly.
"You!" Fatty was very annoyed, but he always tolerated it.
"Stop talking, the coach is here!" I don't know who ran in to report.
When I walked into the martial arts hall, the martial arts hall was dead silent.
"What's wrong? I seemed to hear that it was very lively here just now. Why is it so quiet all of a sudden?" I glanced over one by one. I finally set my eyes on the fat man.
"Fat man. Come here."
The fat man approached me nervously. He could already see that I was a little angry today.
"Fatty, a cultivator. What's the most important thing?" I asked. The atmosphere at this time was very strange. I speak in a deep voice, but my voice is very childish.
"It's hard work." Fatty said, his eyes fluttering a little, he didn't dare to look at me.
"No, diligence is important, but not the most important. I think the most important thing for a cultivator is to have nothing to fear. Cultivation is against the sky. It has to be done against the sky. The way of longevity, firm confidence and fearless. It is like the abyss ahead. The common people retreat, but my generation is advancing forward. If there is an abyss ahead, I will level the abyss!" This is the result of my recent reading of Taoism.
I'm talking about the fat man, but I'm actually targeting all the people in the martial arts gym. I actually didn't fully understand what I said. But it is very suitable to take out. Because what I said. Completely stunned everyone.
"Fatty, do you know what's wrong now?" I asked.
"I shouldn't back down. If he wants to try, I will try with him. Even if I can't beat him, I will overwhelm him. You! Come out! Don't you want to try with me? I will try with you!" The fat man pointed at the crowd one said.
"Come out as soon as you come out, who's afraid of who?" The boy who had fought against Fatty earlier stood up. The boy stood up. I recognized it. This boy was specially mentioned by Mr. Zhao, Wu Junye, the grandson of the old principal.
"Aren't you going to compete with me? I promise you!" Fatty said.
"Don't think I'll be afraid of you when the coach comes back. Fatty, I won't be merciful to you. The big deal, I'll just quit the martial arts gym. Humph!" Although Wu Junye didn't look at me, his implication was clear. It is clear. If he quits the martial arts hall, the martial arts hall may not be able to continue to exist.
"Humph!" I snorted coldly.
Fatty knew that I was angry, "If you dare to come, if you don't dare to come, don't talk about it!"
Wu Junye tightened his taekwondo blue belt and walked up. Clap your fists and salute the fat man. Then made an attacking pose and waited for the fat man. The posture of this series of actions is still very convincing. Taekwondo's surface kung fu is still very good.
Fatty has also practiced and is familiar with these etiquettes, but he made a Chinese-style clasped fist. All the students spontaneously spread out to the surrounding areas, leaving the central field.
I also stepped aside. Let the two fight against each other.
I stood on the side calmly, watching from the sidelines, not caring at all about the outcome of this competition.
Wu Junye couldn't hold back at first, he took the lead, and a series of wonderful attacks pressed Fatty. The students in the original Taekwondo class couldn't help cheering in unison.
Although Fatty seemed a little embarrassed, he completely avoided Wu Junye's stormy attack. At first, the fat man was a little nervous, but later he became more and more skilled.
Although Wu Junye seems to have the upper hand, he cannot score any points. A series of offensive routines were used in a row, but Fatty didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Wu Junye was originally a boy with a short temper. I have never been able to stand a little setback, but now I am so unhappy and my temper is even more irritable. The attack became more frenzied. But the attack has become chaotic, naturally revealing a lot of flaws.
What Fatty was waiting for was this opportunity, he suddenly launched, grabbed one of Wu Junye's legs, dragged him to his side, and directly knocked Wu Junye to the ground. Fatty's attack didn't pay too much attention, and Taizu Changquan was used in a nondescript manner. Sometimes Taizu Changquan and Xingyi Wuxingquan were combined together, and they were used indiscriminately, but it was very effective. After Fatty's round of attacks, Wu Junye was knocked unconscious by Fatty.
"Fat! Stop!" I hurriedly stopped. It's enough to teach a lesson, but it can't really cause any major problems.
Fatty stopped his hands out of breath. After tidying up some messy clothes, he stood aside.
When I saw Wu Junye's eyelids moving slightly on the ground, I knew that Wu Junye was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead because he was in a mess just now and was afraid of losing face.
"If you don't win, you will play dead, and I'll take it too." I said disdainfully.
How could Wu Junye stand up to my aggression, he got up quickly: "What kind of hero is a sixth-grade student beating a fifth-grade student?"
"When you meet an enemy in the future, do you want two people to ask about your age first?" I asked Wu Junye.
Wu Junye was shocked by my momentum, and his body shrank. He took a few steps back.
"Are you still unconvinced?" I asked.
"No, no." Wu Junye said.
"If not, you must obey the arrangements of the seniors. From today, the five seniors of the martial arts class will conduct basic training every day according to the plan I arranged. If anyone does not want to obey, you can choose to withdraw. I will refund his full tuition. Do you want to quit? If so, stand up now. Come over tomorrow to collect the refunded tuition fees. Do you have any?" I looked around, and all the students were worried about being misunderstood by me, so they quickly avoided my eyes.
Seeing that no one was going to quit, I continued: "Since no one is willing to quit, that's fine. Continue today's training mission."
There are now dozens of students in the martial arts class. Naturally, it is impossible for me to quench the body of each student every day. Only take turns. Only a certain number of people can get my Tempered Body every day. The martial arts class is completely different from the previous five. In my mind, Hu Zhenbo and the other five are almost equal to Huang Shulang. As long as they can withstand my test, they can finally become my right arm. For these people, I naturally want to focus on training.
And these people recruited behind the martial arts hall are just what I use to screen. Only after a lot of tests can they enjoy the same treatment as Hu Zhenbo and the others. There is a first come first served in everything. Hu Zhenbo and the others were able to make a choice before, that is, they are more destined.
I had no intention of caring about other people's feelings at all. I have an economic relationship of six hundred yuan with them, they pay, and I give them corresponding training. That's enough. In fact, they got much less than what they paid for. If they don't even have this insight, why should I care about their feelings? (.)