My imagination has come true

Chapter 22 Training
This is a boxing gym, but Mu Qingyun is standing still.

The body does not move, only one pair of legs, one pair of feet, like butterflies wearing flowers, stepping on countless small shot puts that keep rolling back and forth and interspersed.

10 minute later.

"Seventeen times wrong."

Jia Junhao twisted his waist and turned around, two bamboo pieces slammed on her calf, causing pain.

Mu Qingyun swayed a few times to stabilize, and rolled his eyes wildly: "@#￥%."

Jia Junhao smiled. He only wore a thin shirt all over his body. He turned around and continued to punch. His movements were stretched, extremely rigid and powerful, and his legs were especially flexible. Every time the movable wooden stake in front of him was kicked by him, no matter in which direction it was Kick, the stakes all hit the same point.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Mu Qingyun keenly felt a gust of qi pricking his skin. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, she instinctively felt that it was extremely dangerous.

"Pay attention to the strength of my muscles. Mu, you are different from others. In terms of talent, no one I have ever met can compare with you. It is difficult for the best talent to be compared with you, so we don't have to use 'stupid' 'Method practice."

Jia Junhao is training Mu Qingyun now, using the same method as training mature masters.

Mu Qingyun kept on stepping, staring at Jia Junhao's movements without blinking.

If you don't look carefully at him, you can't really see the force at all. Even if there is, most of it is a deliberate cover-up.

But Mu Qingyun watched it for a long time, and finally saw a particularly beautiful curve in the subtle movement, as if it was glowing.

【力量+0.001+0.001+0.001……敏捷+0.001+0.001+0.001……】

At the beginning, she stood on these shot puts, and she fell down in ten seconds. The second time, she could stand for five or six minutes. Soon, she stood for more than ten minutes without falling.

Although she was always flustered by Jia Junhao's surprise attack, Mu Qingyun knew that it was impossible for her to learn at such a fast speed under normal circumstances.

The more she practiced, the more familiar she felt instinctively, as if her body was still unfamiliar with it, but her soul was already ready.

Name: Mu Qingyun (Characteristic: Heaven rewards those who work hard)

age 16
Intelligence: 5 (+0.7)

Strength 4 (+0.3)

Dexterity 4 (+0.2)

Spirit 5 (+0.7)

技能：护理5，厨艺5（+0.7），钢琴2（绝对音准+0.8）戳脚1。

At this time, Mu Qingyun was learning "Poke the Foot", which is said to be the first set of boxing that Jia Junhao learned. Although he is proficient in various ancient martial arts, this set is the most proficient and familiar.

Simply use it to lay the foundation for Mu Qingyun.

Jia Junhao stared at Mu Qingyun standing on the pile for two hours, from frequent mistakes to where he pointed, the little girl could step on it steadily, after a little thought, he jumped up, kicked the little girl straight Face to face.

Instinctively, Mu Qingyun wanted to sweep her palm over, bully her body, turn around and kick her legs, but she thought quickly, her body couldn't keep up for a while, and she only had time to block it with her arms, and staggered and stepped on the air.

Jia Junhao stretched out his hand, but raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.

All the coaches in the whole boxing gym turned their bodies and turned their heads to look at it, and there was an uproar for a while.

It's not that all the coaches in the boxing gym can't stop Jia Junhao's kick, but only two top fighters in the entire boxing gym can do it, and they are still on full alert.

"What's the background of this little girl? It takes at least seven or eight years for her to cultivate this consciousness. How old is she!"

Jia Junhao floated down the shot put and decided not to give Mu a chance to hit him.

As a teacher, losing authority too quickly is never a good thing.

"Give me those three teacups."

Jia Junhao directly filled the teacup with tea, put it on Mu Qingyun's head, and put a cup in each hand.

"Don't spill it."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

"From the time you stand on the stakes, who is the fourth person to come to the ring to see you?"

"...the one in the red dress."

A thin layer of sweat finally oozed out of Mu Qingyun's forehead, and he began to feel the difficulty.

She found it a bit difficult, and all the students who were practicing basic skills over there were trembling with fright.

The newcomers inquired with the seniors one after another: "Do you also practice this way? How does it feel? We also want to practice Zhuang Gong like this?"

All the senior brothers: "...practice a fart!"

Simply put them to practice forget.

The old coaches looked at each other and said with half-threatening smiles: "You haven't been given any special measures yet, if your basic skills don't improve, then you really have to put nail boards under your feet and push bamboo nails on Weizhong acupoint. "

Student: "..."

Although I was a little eager to move, I wanted to see and see, but I just thought about it. For now, this basic skill is quite enough, and there is no need to increase it.

When they saw the little student moving around on the round shot put, they felt terrified.

Mu Qingyun was actually very comfortable.

The pores of the whole body seem to be opening and closing, and all the impurities in the body are discharged.

The turbulent heat is flowing.

I can clearly feel that my strength is rising little by little, and the changes in my body are so obvious.

This feeling is even better than the comfort she felt while studying. Fortunately, she still has self-control, otherwise she might be immersed in this kind of training and can't extricate herself from it, and she will never think of doing other things.

Mu Qingyun's intoxication and happiness are visible to the naked eye, and his progress is also visible to the naked eye.

Several old coaches couldn't help but stare at her intently.

There were also two thoughtful young coaches who directly set up the cameras to shoot videos, and ran to Mu Qingyun smilingly asking for authorization.

"Didn't Zhou Fan say a few days ago that he wanted to do an advertisement for us? I saw that the advertisement he shot was not as good as the one I took with my mobile phone. I just cut this video and showed it to him. It can shock him to death!"

Mu Qingyun didn't mind at all, but he felt that he was definitely not on camera, and no one should watch it.

But I am very happy to get a 5000 yuan consumption card.

The method of placing the teacup on top of the head was very effective. Mu Qingyun instantly felt that her movements were slightly out of shape, and the teacup would not be able to stand upright, forcing her to concentrate on it, and the efficiency of the pile was instantly improved a lot.

As time passed by, Mu Qingyun finally came back to his senses, and looked out the window.

As the sun sets, the north wind suddenly rises.

On the bustling market in the back street, dots of lights are lit up.

It's time to go home.

Jia Junhao sized Mu Qingyun inch by inch from head to toe, and Mu Qingyun felt a little helpless.

"What's on me?"

"rich!"

Jia Junhao was thoughtful, and instead of driving, he put on a bluetooth headset and called Mr. Qiao, "Mr. Qiao, I think my charging standard needs to be changed. If it is calculated by time, it will be more disadvantageous for you. It is better to pay by efficiency. Calculate?"

"Doesn't your Qiao family have a talent evaluation system? If classmate Mu reaches the third-level talent standard, you will give me 50 yuan, second-level talent will give me 100 million, and first-level talent will give me 500 million. If you reach the S-level talent standard, I will not have much." Yes, how about 1000 million? It’s a good deal, right?”

Qiao Qing: "You really know how to do business."

Mu Qingyun: For some reason, I suddenly felt a little complacent.

When he got home, Lou Fang was gnawing on the instant noodles tastelessly, without even cooking, just eating the noodles with biscuits, looking pitiful.

The pile of good things he brought back are all neatly hung in the kitchen.

Mu Qingyun hurriedly simmered the rice, cut the meat into slices, grabbed a lot of hot peppers, at least briefly fried a sliced ​​hot pepper pork, and stewed a tomato fat beef soup.

It will be done in ten minutes.

The three of them cleaned up a whole pot of rice in one go.

Mu Qingyun ate the most, eating two-thirds by himself, and the remaining third was for Teacher Xiaofang and Jia Junhao.

"By the way, our Joe always said that he wanted to do an experiment."

Jia Junhao poured a small cup of rice wine, and he didn't know where he got it, "Tomorrow's disaster drill, student Mu, please perform well and strive to be the best."

Mu Qingyun stared: "..."

She originally wanted to find Mr. Qiao to find a way to open a case report to avoid the disaster drill.

Then it dawned on her that she needed to participate in all these scripts, and she would be rewarded according to certain standards every time the script was completed.

Mu Qingyun himself is fine, Mr. Qiao is 12 curious about these rewards.

(End of this chapter)