"That's easy. Just learn a few tricks from the masters outside the school. As long as you are willing to pay, you will see results quickly." Milo said.
"Hongta Street?"
"right."
"Are you familiar with that place? I've never been to Hongta Street."
"I'll be familiar with it if you treat me to a meal."
"You kid." Phil cursed and hit Milo.
"Don't talk, listen to the class carefully!" The teacher on the stands was still writing on the blackboard and said without turning his head.
"Ahem." The two looked up and pretended to listen to the class.
Phil made an OK sign behind his textbook.
Milo on the left gave a thumbs-up in return.
Ding-a-ling, the school bell echoes throughout the campus.
At one point, students wearing all kinds of clothes poured out of the teaching building. Edelweiss Middle School certainly has its own school uniform, and the style is pretty good. But the school doesn't have a strict rule that students must wear uniforms on campus, so everyone just does what they want.
"Phil, do you want to go to the barbecue? Oh, Milo, you're here too? Let's have a barbecue together. There are seven or eight of us here."
Not far away, a red-haired boy with a black backpack waved. There were some other classmates beside him, three boys and four girls. One of them was a beautiful girl named You Fei, who was the most beautiful girl in the class.
She wore a lake blue dress that showed off her slender waist. Her fair skin, which was exposed on her face and arms, was as delicate as cream. Her long black hair was braided on one side, and she looked pure and elegant.
As the breeze blew, she would push her hair behind her ears from time to time.
Yufei is indeed very attractive to boys of this age group, and the boys passing by would occasionally glance over here covertly.
"How about it? Do you want to go?" The red-haired boy waved his hand.
"Forget it, Milo and I have something to do. Let's make an appointment next time, next time." Phil pushed Milo's shoulder and left.
After passing the tree-lined avenue and going around the circular flowerbed, the two finally walked out of the school gate. Milo couldn't help but say.
"Phil, why don't we agree to go have a barbecue with them? We finally see Yufei come out to play with us." Milo smoothed his hair and looked back at the avenue behind him.
In the distance, there was a small group of seven or eight people talking and laughing.
"Yuffy? She's not Senior Tifa, what's so strange about that?" Phil moved the black shoulder bag from the left to the right.
"But Yufei is much prettier than Senior Difa..."
"Yes, but I never said that I like Senior Tifa because she is pretty..." Phil took a step forward with his shoulder bag: "Well, I can't explain it to you anyway, so I'm leaving."
The two of them had dinner nearby, and then walked towards Hongta Street. Phil and Milo were both freshmen at Edelweiss Middle School, 16 this year, one joined the school's fighting club, and the other joined the school's fencing club.
Milo's family is not rich, but not poor either. Phil's family owns a company, and has business in several surrounding cities. So, in fact, Phil usually pays for meals with his pocket money, and Phil also pays for wherever the two go to play.
“We’re finally here.”
Phil drank the cold drink in his hand in one gulp and threw it into the trash can.
He glanced ahead.
The red and yellow afternoon sun shone on the stone road, and there was a faint reflection in the eyes. On the roadside was a lawn coated with a layer of golden red, and there were a few people hanging colorful flags on the trees, as if there was some activity recently.
Milofil and the other man walked along the sidewalk towards the depths of Hongta Street. There were also sparse pedestrians walking back and forth. After passing through an archway, the buildings in front of them began to become more numerous and dense, and occasionally the signs of XX martial arts hall and XX dojo could be seen.
Finally, Milo stopped at a corner.
Phil looked up and saw the Gray Seal Martial Arts School. There were two promotional pictures on the wall next to it. One had the words "Fight!" in exaggerated artistic bold fonts, and next to it was a simple and clear large fist, with an explosion effect around it.
Below are some admission notices, fees, etc.
"Is this martial arts school any different from the others?"
Phil couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, I just found out about this two or three days ago. This Gray Seal Martial Arts School hired a very capable coach ten days ago. He also provides the service I told you about: teaching you a fighting technique that will be effective in a short period of time. Although it costs money, it is said to be very useful."
Milo took a sip of the drink in his hand and continued.
"Yesterday, I came here to play with Cina from the fencing club, and I saw him defeat Coach Kosiah with just three moves during a sparring match."
"Coach Kosia!" Phil was a little surprised. Because Kosia was one of the three fighting coaches officially hired by the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, and he was definitely a real talent. Coach Kosia liked to go to the nearby martial arts gym in his free time to practice fighting with other coaches. He rarely lost, at most a draw.
I didn't expect to suffer a loss here yesterday.
"Let's go in and take a look." Milo led Phil directly into the door. There was only a receptionist sitting quietly in the hall.
In his hand was a grayish-white Shirakawa City Evening News.
"Hello, do you want to learn martial arts? Or are you looking for a coach?"
The top edge of the newspaper moved down, revealing a slightly wrinkled old man's face. His hair was bald in the middle, but spread out exaggeratedly on both sides, like a pair of gray bat wings.
"Ah, let's take a look first," said Milo.
The two left the hall and walked inside along the cobblestone path.
In front is a public exercise area, and further back is a gym that requires payment. In the public area, many men and women in tight exercise clothes are sweating profusely. Some are punching sandbags, some are doing squats, and some are using equipment.
Regardless of whether they are men or women, they all seem to be in good shape, with clear muscle lines, and most of them have a white towel hanging around their necks.
The atmosphere here is much better than that of the fighting club in school.
Continuing forward, the two came to a playground. A group of people were gathered around, pointing and talking quietly at the playground.
"Coach Cosia." Milo spoke quickly.
Phil also looked up in surprise.
On the playground, two figures were facing each other. The short-haired strong man on the left was Coach Kosia of the Fighting Club, and the one on the right was a tall black-haired young man wearing a beige fighting suit.
At this moment, the atmosphere between the two sides of the battle was solemn, and they were constantly changing their positions to adjust their own states. Kosia's eyes were cautious, he took a deep breath, and his leg muscles were tense.
Coach Kosia is on!
A fierce straight punch came over!
One move! Two moves! Three moves!
Coach Kosia lost!
"Great! Have you learned any fighting skills specifically?" Cosia said with a trembling face, while covering his shoulder and enduring the pain.
"I guess so." The black-haired young man raised his hands and clasped his fists.
"Oh, no wonder."
Kosia also clasped his fists and sighed.
"Wow! Milo, is this the coach? What's his name?" Phil patted his companion's shoulder excitedly.
"Levi, his name is Levi."