Gray Seal Martial Arts School, public area, in the lobby.
"It must have taken quite some time."
Kaxiu stood at the door and looked to the right.
There were four boys and one girl. They had all changed into the uniforms of students at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School and were now doing warm-up exercises. Some were hitting sandbags and some were fiddling with metal instruments.
Among them, there were three people that Kaxiu was very familiar with. They were the three people he took out to dinner last night, including Tifa, Milofil.
The other two are other students who registered yesterday.
"It's okay, Coach Levi, the class is still five minutes away, we can just warm up." Tifa put down her fist that was hitting the sandbag, her delicate figure couldn't even be hidden by her training clothes.
"Yeah." Kaxiu nodded: "By the way, Tifa. Help me open the training room. I'm going to the locker room to change clothes."
After saying that, he threw the key in his hand over.
"It has the room number on it, everyone else follow."
"Yes." "Okay." "… "
Watching the five people leave, Kaxiu walked along the corridor to the coach's locker room, opened his own locker, and quickly changed into a tough beige combat uniform.
He threw all his clothes and hat into the closet, locked the door, and walked out under the pale yellow light above his head.
Ten minutes later, B-15 training room.
Phil was in a lunge position, his back straight, his left fist tucked into his waist, his right fist held flat in the air.
Next to him, Ka Zheng was constantly correcting his posture, and at the same time explaining to the four students who were watching nearby: "The punching posture must be standard, this is the basic skill. If there is a problem with the basic skills in the front, no matter how much you practice later, it will be crooked. This will create a big gap between you and others..."
Two minutes later, beads of sweat covered Phil's forehead and back.
His body was shaking, and his joints were sore and numb. He was very tired, but when he felt Tifa's gaze, he didn't feel tired anymore. At least, he wasn't tired in his heart.
"Okay, Phil, take a rest." Kaxiu patted Phil's shoulder. Persistence is a good thing, but showing off is not a good thing.
He just did this, completely replicating the method that Lixia taught in the youth training camp. The purpose is to make you remember it right from the start, and point out the irregularities of various parts in public.
Then they ask you to stand in standard posture for three or four minutes.
As long as the students have normal psychological endurance, they can remember 50% of it in one go, which will be of great benefit to their subsequent training.
Of course, there are students with strong self-esteem and psychological sensitivity. Kaxiu did this after understanding Phil's personality.
"Huh..."
Phil relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Tifa who was listening to the class attentively next to him, and secretly twisted his feet.
"Okay, let's demonstrate the next move. Milo, come here." Phil heard this and looked at his friend.
Milo got up helplessly and walked over. When he passed by Phil, he seemed to whisper something.
"Why would a swordsman like me come here to practice boxing?"
Time passed quickly, two hours was neither long nor short. I glanced at my watch and it was already six o'clock.
"Okay, we'll stop here for today. See you tomorrow."
Kaxiu opened the door of the training room and walked towards the public area, followed by a group of students who were going to change clothes.
Hongta Street, an empty street with gray and white grids. The cold wind carried fallen leaves and torn newspapers low in the air and drifted far away.
The sky was red, so red that it was blinding. The pale yellow clouds blended with the red sky, forming a magnificent and mysterious color. A line of black birds flew from the west to the east.
In the evening sunlight, a man in a black jacket, jeans and sunglasses held a cigarette in his mouth and slowly blew out a smoke ring.
"We're here, Gray Seal Martial Arts School, Levi."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
With a puff, a big hand put out the cigarette butt.
The tall figure walked towards the martial arts hall.
In the hall.
"Your name is Levi?"
"Who are you?"
Kaxiu looked at the man in sunglasses in front of him with confusion. The man was as tall as himself and there was a strong smell of cigarettes on him.
"Don't worry about that for now. I heard that you are good at Kung Fu. Let's have a fight!" The man stroked his thick hair, looking unruly.
"What are you standing there for? Are you afraid to fight back?" The man in sunglasses twisted his mouth and subconsciously took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"The martial arts school stipulates that a challenge fee must be paid first."
Kaxiu said calmly, of course you have to pay a challenge fee to challenge. If it's free, you will be harassed to death. Instead of accepting challenges for free, you might as well practice more secret martial arts.
"Oh, really?" The man in sunglasses looked around.
Some students who were attracted nodded.
"All right."
He twisted his neck indifferently and walked towards the front counter. He was about to speak to the old man who was reading a pornographic book on the chair.
"The martial arts school has a rule that smoking is prohibited inside the hall."
"Oh, really?" The man in sunglasses raised his head and suddenly noticed the no-smoking sign on the wall behind the old man. He coughed twice.
Then he quietly put the cigarette into his arms.
"I'm here to challenge that guy named Levi over there." The man in sunglasses said as he took out a black wallet: "How much?"
"Coach Levi? Seung Hye, one thousand."
The old man looked at the man, then looked at the pornographic book.
"How many?!"
The man in sunglasses froze while rummaging through his wallet.
"One thousand!" the old man replied loudly.
It seemed that he was disturbed from reading quietly.
"This... is so expensive." The man in sunglasses felt the gazes from all around him and coughed, "Let me count, one, two..."
"Seven, eight, nine."
That’s all.
"Fuck, still one hundred short!" the man cursed in his heart.
"It's okay, nine hundred is nine hundred, I'll give it to you." Kaxiu next to him suddenly interrupted and handed over a banknote.
"Thank you."
The man in sunglasses curled his lips.
He handed ten bills to the old man at the counter.
Five minutes later, on the street at dusk.
The man in sunglasses glanced blankly at the Gray Seal Martial Arts School behind him.
Ten moves, he only lasted ten moves in total.
He got a bruise on his cheek and lost the nine hundred Red Lebanese Federation bills that he usually kept in his wallet to buy cigarettes.
"I can't block his punch at all. He must be a fifth-level martial arts master, or even a fifth-level master with many years of experience..."
The man in sunglasses thought so in his heart and said so too.
There are two soft and comfortable sofas in the villa hall.
Sitting on the left and right were a young man in a white shirt with a refined and elegant temperament, and a burly man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket.
"Does he really have the strength of the fifth-level peak of the Federation?" The young man lifted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and the half-moon-shaped lenses reflected light slightly.
"Really? Why would I lie to you? Look at my face."
The man in sunglasses pointed to a white patch on his left cheek.
For him, this minor injury was nothing, but the embarrassment in the martial arts hall was a bit uncomfortable. Kieran was used to helping Matthew deal with the shadow side of the business, and his personality was not very restrained. Normally, the man in sunglasses would have lost his temper in such a situation, but Matthew's brother Phil was there, so he had to endure it.
It's just a pity to waste the 900 yuan for cigarettes, it hurts...
"At the peak of the fifth stage, this Levi is worth making friends with!" A smile appeared on Matthew's handsome face, and he snapped his fingers.
"I'll pick up my brother after school tomorrow afternoon."
"Ahem... Can you reimburse me for the travel expenses?"
The man in sunglasses next to him touched his chin.
"How many?"
"Nine hundred."
"What kind of car do you ride for 900 bucks?!"
"It's nine hundred anyway, you can give it to me or not..."