Final priesthood.

Chapter 29 The truth and discrepancies

"Uh"

Lin Zhiqin was stunned by Lu Yuan's answer, and then looked at Lu Yuan with inexplicable approval, and said with emotion: "It's rare for you to know how to share for the family at your age.

But if you want to earn back your tuition fees and become a formal disciple, you can't do it yet. "

"why?"

Lu Yuan was surprised, "Isn't it said that after becoming an official disciple, you can receive a monthly allowance from the martial arts gym, and there are also benefits such as meal subsidies?"

"You are a martial arts school because you opened a good hall?"

Lin Zhiqin shook his head amusedly.

“The martial arts school does have some preferential treatment for formal disciples, but formal disciples also have to pay tuition fees, and they pay more than ordinary students.

The law is not taught lightly, do you understand?

If the martial arts school had to pay money to become an official disciple, then we martial arts coaches would have slept on the street long ago. "

"What about the martial arts practitioners certified by the Wushu Association?"

"You also have to pay a fee to the Wushu Association every year, otherwise your rank certificate will be invalidated the next year."

"."

Lu Yuan's face turned ugly.

What Lin Zhiqin said was completely opposite to what he knew, completely overturning all his plans.

".. The news you heard should be that outsiders confuse the concepts of official disciples and core disciples.

The benefits of core disciples are indeed much better, and they do have wages.

But the core disciples usually need to help the martial arts gym, and before getting money, they have to sign a contract with the martial arts hall.

Moreover, the application standards for core disciples are also higher. "

"I think that if you want to meet your expectations - to obtain a higher level of martial arts inheritance for free, you don't have to do anything, as long as you practice martial arts, you can get money every month.

Probably only one identity can satisfy me."

"what?"

Lin Zhiqin glanced at Lu Yuan and said with a smile: "Personal disciple."

Lu Yuan was taken aback.

At this time, the small door of the box was pushed open from the outside with a creaking sound.

The middle-aged woman from before walked in with a smile and two plates of dishes.

"The kidney and chicken are ready."

Two plates of food were brought to the two of them.

Stir-fried loin slices with red chili peppers, and chicken in a casserole.

The chicken is stewed with pig's trotters, the soup becomes mushy, and the meat will rot when you poke it with chopsticks.

"Try it, her kidneys and chicken are both her signature dishes."

Lin Zhiqin greeted Lu Yuan, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "Help me serve some rice."

Taking another look at Lu Yuan, he added, "Be more prosperous."

"know."

The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded, "You can eat all those who practice martial arts."

Lu Yuan was not polite to Lin Zhiqin, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

He was in a bad mood right now and needed food to heal.

The taste of the two dishes is not bad, although it is far from amazing, but Lu Yuan has always been not very picky about food.

As for the food in the school cafeteria, he can cook a big pot of it.

Lu Yuan tore a chicken leg and held it in his left hand, while the right hand holding the chopsticks was responsible for picking up other dishes.

While eating, he asked Lin Zhiqin: "What is a direct disciple?"

Lu Yuan was completely relaxed now, which was completely different from the previous tense and awkward state of high school students facing their elders.

The tone of questioning Lin Zhiqin also became casual.

mainly.
Before, he was afraid that Lin Zhiqin would not sign for him, so he acted a little "submissive".

Well now.

Lin Zhiqin's words shattered all Lu Yuan's fantasies about formal disciples. Although he didn't verify it, it is indeed the truth when he thinks about it carefully.

On the contrary, my previous thoughts were naive enough, so they were probably true.

Lu Yuan's thoughts on becoming an official disciple suddenly faded.

Then it doesn't matter whether Lin Zhiqin signs for him or not, he naturally starts to put himself on an equal footing with the other party.

"A personal disciple."

Lin Zhiqin picked up a piece of kidney flower with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

"It means that the owner of the museum will take it personally.

Represents the true core inheritance of the martial arts school. "

Lu Yuan took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, smiled at Lin Zhiqin, and said, "Does Coach Lin think that I have a chance to become the owner of the gymnasium?"

Lin Zhiqin probably sensed the teasing meaning in his words, frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.

"I can give you a chance."

Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the box door opened again.

The middle-aged woman who came back brought braised pork ribs, a plate of green vegetables, and the rice that Lin Zhiqin asked for.

"If it's not enough, I'll help you put it in. The fish will have to wait for a while. It's already killed and ready to be put into the pot."

The middle-aged woman put down her things, looked at Lu Yuan, who was feasting, and couldn't help boasting: "Coach Lin, the students you brought here are really more beautiful than the same!"

Lin Zhiqin smiled and said nothing.

Lu Yuan directly took the rice bowl and filled himself a large bowl of rice.

With the ribs and green vegetables just served, I took a few big bites into my mouth.

The stir-fried kidney flower now begins to show its true charm. The spicy and delicious taste is simply a rice killer.

After Lu Yuan finished eating a bowl of rice, he raised his head and found that Lin Zhiqin hadn't moved a single chopstick.

I don't know when I lit a cigarette, and I was looking at myself quietly.

Lu Yuan took out a napkin from the paper box on the table, and carefully began to wipe the oil stain between his left fingers that had just grabbed the chicken leg.

Suddenly, a sentence came out of his mouth.

"The last time Coach Lin came to this restaurant was Yang Jiandong, right?"

The cigarette in Lin Zhiqin's finger trembled slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

"I guess Coach Lin must have said the same thing to Yang Jiandong.

Well, Yang Jiandong should not be the only one."

Lu Yuan continued talking.

He wiped the grease off his hands, then took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth.

Then he stood up directly from the chair, and said to Lin Zhiqin sincerely: "Thank you Coach Lin for the meal, I am full.

The taste of this restaurant is really good, much better than the food in the hospital canteen.

Goodbye, Coach Lin."

When Lin Zhiqin heard the word hospital, his eyes visibly fluctuated violently.

Seeing Lu Yuan pulling out his chair and about to turn around and walk towards the door, he finally couldn't help it and said, "Wait a minute!"

"Coach Lin, what else do you want to say?"

Lu Yuan looked at Lin Zhiqin calmly.

"You sit down first. Sit down and talk."

Lin Zhiqin pressed with his hand, signaling Lu Yuan to sit down again.

Lu Yuan thought for a while, and then simply listened to what other tricks Lin Zhiqin could come up with to coax him.

On the small dining table, a few dishes away, the two of them sat opposite each other.

Lin Zhiqin took a deep breath, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, looked Lu Yuan squarely in the eyes, and said, "I think you must have misunderstood something?
Tell me your opinion first, what do you think I am looking for you for? "

Now that the secret has been revealed, Lu Yuan has nothing to worry about, and said directly: "You just want to trick me into helping you fight black boxing.

Like Yang Jiandong before, it’s for money, right? "

"Black Fist?"

Lin Zhiqin was startled, then frowned and said, "It seems that you really misunderstood."

He smiled wryly and said: "I admit, I have the idea of ​​taking you to the game.

Because I am really short of money recently, and there are some more personal reasons
But those are all regular fighting competitions, anyone can find out how to sign up online, and there is a record on the martial arts association. It is completely different from the underground black boxing you imagine. "

"Would a regular fighting game cause a person to have more than a dozen fractures all over his body?"

Lu Yuan said lightly.

Lin Zhiqin was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became weird.

"You mean Yang Jiandong was injured?"

Lu Yuan's expression was noncommittal.

"Harmful--"

Lin Zhiqin sighed, with a funny and helpless expression on his face.

"Yang Jiandong's injury has nothing to do with me at all.

He was injured because he didn't know where he got it from, and secretly went to participate in other irregular fighting competitions.

Moreover, his injury was not suffered in the ring.

It was revenge after the game.

The reason was that after this guy won the game, he spat at others and made insulting moves. They were so angry that they found someone to block him as soon as he left the house, and beat him with a sack over his head for more than ten minutes.
But that person also lost money later, and Yang Jiandong also used the money to pay the down payment for the wedding house."

"."

Lin Zhiqin was afraid that Lu Yuan would not believe him, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Lu Yuan, and said directly: "You can call Yang Jiandong's girlfriend directly now, I have her contact information, she knows the whole story."

"."

Lu Yuan looked at the mobile phone handed to him by Lin Zhiqin, was silent for a while, and took a deep breath.

"Last question, then why did you deliberately block my assessment application? You didn't sign the application form for me."

"Deliberately not signing for you?"

Lin Zhiqin's expression suddenly became weirder.

"When I signed it for you, it was halfway through.

The pen in my hand suddenly ran out of water. I wanted to go to the front desk after dinner and ask for a new one before signing for you.
Of course, I also have the idea of ​​chatting with you during dinner."

"."

In the small box, Lu Yuan quietly looked at Lin Zhiqin with a candid face in front of him.

After a long silence.

He lowered his head and opened his mouth slowly.

"Coach, can we talk about the personal disciple again?"

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