My imagination has come true

Chapter 34 Boxing Gym
Listening to the family tree of Mu's family, Mu Qingyun thought that last night Mr. Qiao acted vigorously and called two architects, saying that he would renovate her basement and rearrange the security measures.

Mr. Qiao always planned ahead. If the Mu family didn't suddenly increase the candidate list of heirs, Mu Qingyun, a little girl, would be safe and sound. But with this incident, even if he didn't think the danger was too high, wouldn't he dare to bet?
One of the two designers is very young, a pretty girl in her 20s, and the other is over fifty years old and very gentle. Mu Qingyun seems to have seen him on TV, and seems to be a well-known figure among designers.

The two of them were clearly prepared. After seeing the basement, they showed three design drafts to Mu Qingyun on the spot.

Mu Qingyun didn't quite understand, but seeing these designs under the dim light in the basement, he was astonished. For the first time, he knew that a really good designer can see through people's hearts at a glance.

Each of these designs is based on Mu Qingyun's aesthetic preferences.

She happily agreed again and again, and Mr. Qiao stood up and ruthlessly forced the gray-haired old man to change it for him.

It changed completely all night.

When Mu Qingyun hurried to school in the car driven by Jia Junhao this morning, Mr. Qiao was still energetically staring at these two men who were sitting in the basement editing manuscripts.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

It's hard for these two to keep their faces and hearts beating. If it were her, she would have the heart to strangle Mr. Qiao to death.

The most annoying thing is that Party A doesn't understand anything and is blind xx.

Although the blueprint that Mr. Qiao forced out was not yet finalized, Mu Qingyun glanced at it—thinking that if it was really designed and built like this, the basement of her house might be able to run a small train.

However, after thinking about it, she was quite satisfied with the design of the basement. Among the phased rewards she received recently, there were two incense sticks of 'refining the fake into the real'. I don't know what will appear in the future. Insurance The stricter the measures, the better.

I just don't know if I can get the approval for the renovation?
After listening to Jia Junhao talk about the family tree of the Mu family for a long while, he lost his mind and thought about it. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the evening self-study was over, and it was time to leave school.

Mu Qingyun and Jia Junhao walked out the back door of the school to the boxing gym.

There are many pedestrians outside the school gate, and there are crowds of people on the commercial pedestrian street, making a lot of noise.

As usual, Teacher Jia would occasionally attack suddenly, to test Mu Qingyun's observation ability.

But now that he is prepared, unless Teacher Jia deliberately makes things difficult and asks questions such as the color of the tail of the bird flying above his head 30 seconds ago, he will probably not be able to test her.

All the way to the door of the boxing gym, Mu Qingyun was a little depressed: "I thought, Mr. Jia, you were going to show off your power."

Just now, as soon as they left the school gate, several people followed her all the way evasively, staring at her back.

Even she felt so uncomfortable because of the glowing light on her back, so she didn't believe that Jia Junhao could be comfortable?

Jia Junhao frowned: "I don't know."

He paused and sighed, "The school police station is next to it, and there are four school security guards behind."

Mu Qingyun: "Yes."

It's really not suitable to catch people out with a blasting hammer.

Jia Junhao pushed open the gate of the boxing gym, let Mu Qingyun in first, and turned his head to glance at the boys without any trace.

His eyes are light, his face is calm and calm, compared with the young boxers who are training and fighting with enthusiasm in this boxing gym, he looks like an ordinary person who came to travel to watch the excitement, but Mu Qingyun's hairs are all standing on end, The sense of crisis suddenly broke out.

As soon as the owner Xu and the two coaches saw them, they hurried forward to meet them. Seeing Mu Qingyun's strange expression, they kept turning their heads and looking out.

"I guess, Mr. Silent may lead people to a place where there are no people, and then—"

The curator Xu made a knife movement.

Mu Qingyun: "??"

Jia Junhao rolled his eyes: "You pay?"

The owner of the pavilion Xu laughed, but didn't say a word.

Jia Junhao is upset, will he attack a group of ordinary people, or young people?No more face?
Besides, if you really want to do it, why do you need to find some place where no one is there?

But these boys are not serious, it is not appropriate to disturb Ah Qing's study and affect his performance.

Just turn around and scare them.

Mu Qingyun was suddenly a little curious: "Master Xu, why do you all call Mr. Jia 'Master Silent'?"

In the ancient city, he was so reticent that he could not be seen in the school.

Master Xu and the others were taken aback for a moment, looked at each other, shivered in shock, pretended not to hear them, looked around pretendingly, and said loudly: "Hurry up, come and clean up the ring for me, haven't you seen me?" Qing they want to use?"

Jia Junhao didn't need to say much, just turned on the switch of the "Plum Blossom Pile" of the event.

"Ah Qing, try it, adjust the speed, it will be more enjoyable."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She has become very familiar with the boxing gym recently. At first, the owner of the gymnasium Xu and the others were quite put on airs. Anyway, they are the kind of people who are highly respected and look like masters at first glance.

Afterwards, once I got to know her, she was just as vulgar, with a calm face every day, either thinking about games or what to have for lunch, and secretly laughing at her students for not being able to withstand beatings and bumps. It is getting harder and harder to teach.

Mu Qingyun changed into his training clothes and went to see Xin'an's machines on the ring.

On the day when this thing was installed, Mu Qingyun was also there. This thing works very well, one is less than 8000 yuan, and there are more than a dozen levels that can be adjusted. It can be controlled both intelligently and manually.

Jia Junhao laughed at the time: "What's so strange, we usually use a rice cooker to cook Jianti Peiyuan's meatball plaster. The heat is stable and it is convenient to control the temperature."

These days, no matter which line of work you do, if you don't understand technology, you will fall behind.

Mu Qingyun put on the protective gear, connected the magnetic plate to his body, breathed heavily, and silently recalled the true meaning conveyed by Teacher Jia, stepped on the undulating wooden pile lightly, with his left heel crushing the wooden pile, and his right foot He swung it up and kicked the flying cork with a bang.

As if turning and kicking, she felt subtle changes in her body.

Not only reading, but also practicing martial arts, if you can clearly feel that you are a little bit stronger, you will also be addicted.

Especially seeing the increase in attribute points, it has a sense of sight of playing a game, which is quite interesting.

After practicing for over an hour at a stretch, Mu Qingyun sat down to drink some tea.

The boxing gym in teacher Xiaofang's house is very lively, there are many students coming and going, and occasionally students wearing uniforms of other martial arts gyms and boxing gyms can be seen coming and going.

Whether the punching is good or not, Mu Qingyun reserves his opinion, anyway, it is not a problem to keep fit.

The most important thing is to look good.

On another large boxing ring opposite, more than a dozen young students, the oldest 20 years old, and the youngest eleven or twelve years old, lined up in two rows and were practicing boxing.

These students are obviously the elite disciples of the boxing gym. They are well-proportioned and punch like wind. Although they are still a little immature, they look very good.

Mu Qingyun really liked watching it.

Jia Junhao took a glance, and sat down on the side, speaking English, pointing at these little students.

His words were harsh, but very useful. He not only gave advice, but also asked Mu Qingyun to communicate with him in English, occasionally adding a few words in German and Russian.

Mu Qingyun didn't dislike such foreign language teaching methods.

(End of this chapter)