Final priesthood.

Chapter 4 Air Strike
"This is your hand card and uniform. If they don't fit, you can change them. There is a changing room in front. After changing, please go to training room No. 4 to assemble."

"Thank you."

Lu Yuan took the things handed over by the receptionist in front of him, thanked him, then turned and walked into the room with the sign "Men's Dressing Room".

After all, he still became a student of Yuan Wuguan.

He is just an ordinary 17-year-old high school student now.

It's really hard to shake the decisions your parents have made.

Just like he was not sure of persuading his parents to agree before signing up, he could not persuade his father, Lu Xinghua, to cancel the course after he had already paid the fees.

"Since the money has been paid, let's practice hard, and the money can't be wasted."

Lu Yuan stopped thinking about those messy things, and quickly found his locker according to the number "1002" on the card in his hand.

Today is Sunday, and there are quite a lot of people who come to the martial arts hall for training.

Lu Yuan listened to their laughter and lightly swiped the electronic lock of the locker with his hand.

"drop--"

The cabinet door was open, and there was nothing inside except a few white plastic hangers.

There was a large mirror on the back of the cabinet door, which could barely show Lu Yuan's half-length.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

The facial features look good, but the skin looks a bit pale due to long-term lack of outdoor sports.

The slightly longer bangs on his forehead cover half of his eyes, giving him the impression of a melancholy and mournful handsome boy.

Lu Yuan laughed at himself more than once as a "little dog", but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, there are still a few strong and healthy teenagers.

Most of them are skinny like him.

He is quite popular in school, and his appearance has always been popular with girls.

After his grades improved by leaps and bounds and he "evolved" into a top student, he received more confession letters every week.

"After you improve your body shape, your charm will definitely be higher."

Lu Yuan took off his shirt, revealing his fair and lean upper body with clearly visible ribs, thinking to himself.

He stuffed his clothes and the backpack he brought into the locker and quickly changed into his gi uniform.

When wearing the brand-new martial arts uniform with the word "Yuan" printed on it, the handsome young man in the mirror seemed to become even more presentable.

Lu Yuan tightened the belt around his waist, closed the cabinet door, and then walked to the dressing room.

Follow the directions to find the meeting room.

This training room No. 4 is smaller than Lu Yuan expected.

It's about the size of a classroom.

The ground was covered with white cushions, and several people were already waiting inside.

The two were about the same age as me and looked like high school students.

The others looked older, and they all had the temperament of having been in society for many years.

"Ah, here comes a handsome boy!"

Lu Yuan walked into the training room, a girl in her [-]s with a ball head and light makeup, saw him and yelled with a smile.

This sentence attracted everyone in the room to look at him.

Lu Yuan didn't show any nervousness, he nodded slightly to everyone calmly, and then found a place in the room to sit down.

"It's quite pretentious."

Lu Yuan heard a curly-haired young man sitting next to the ball-headed girl say something jokingly.

"What, he is just a student."

Wanzitou reached out to pat him, and the latter immediately grabbed her hand.

"Are you greedy for his body by talking to him like this?"

"Go away! Let go of my hand"

The two began to fight happily.

The behavior is a bit ambiguous, but it doesn't look like a couple.

There were several men sitting next to the two of them, all of whom they probably knew, and all of them enviously wanted to participate.

"Hey! You said that if we finish a course, we are considered to be the official disciples of Yuan Wuguan?"

A man sitting on the other side of the ball head saw the curly-haired young man constantly making physical contact with the ball head, rubbing his favorability, and couldn't help talking loudly to bring up the topic.

"Dream you."

Wan Zi Tou didn't say anything, but the other man with them already sneered in retort.

“You may not be able to finish all the courses.

Yuan Martial Arts is a martial arts school that has a real inheritance of ancient martial arts and has been certified by the Xia Kingdom Martial Arts Association. His official disciples have to pass the assessment, and it doesn't just need to pay money.

After all, the difference between a disciple and a student is huge. Not only do you not have to pay tuition, you can even receive a salary every month.

If you can become an official disciple of Yuan Wuguan, you can immediately fire the manager when you go back. "

"so smart?"

The meatball head stopped fighting with the curly-haired youth, and couldn't help being surprised.

"Yes."

Seeing that Wan Zitou was attracted, the man who spoke later immediately added: "But it is also very difficult to become a formal disciple.

Generally speaking, if you can become an official disciple, you can earn prize money by participating in that kind of amateur fighting competition.

It is completely possible to operate martial arts as a formal profession."

"Hey, what's the problem. Siqi, look at how I will be accepted as a disciple by Yuan Wuguan."

The curly-haired young man next to him interrupted with a smile.

"You just brag!"

The ball head smiled and gave him a white look.

"."

"Official Disciple. Salary Bonus"

Lu Yuan has been listening carefully to the conversations of several people, and his eyes can't help but light up slightly when he hears these people.

Cheng Peng said before that his biggest goal is to become an official disciple of the martial arts school, but he didn't take it seriously.

Now I realize that the qualifications of a formal disciple are not easy.

Not only can tuition be exempted, but also a salary can be received.

If I could become a formal disciple, wouldn't it relieve a lot of the burden on my family?

Lu Yuan couldn't help thinking.

But soon he suppressed it again.

He has just signed up now, and he hasn't even started learning the first class. It's obviously too early to think about these things.

The primary goal right now is to improve his physical fitness as soon as possible so that the tuition fees will not be wasted.

Just as he was thinking, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in outside the training room.

This person knew at a glance that he was not an ordinary student like them.

Not only is the Taoist uniform on his body black, but he also has an unusual aura when walking.

Lu Yuan was obviously not the only one who could guess the man's identity, and the noisy room quickly quieted down.

As the middle-aged man scanned the field, he probably simply counted the number of people, and then said with a smile: "Hi everyone, my name is Lin Zhiqin, and I will be responsible for teaching you the first stage of training content from now on.

You can call me Coach Lin, or Brother Lin. "

"Coach! What do we mainly practice in the first stage?"

Lin Zhiqin had just finished speaking, and someone from the group of meatballs immediately asked a question.

Others were not to be outdone, "Yeah, why don't we have punches in this room? When are we going to punch punches? I want to punch punches!"

After finishing speaking, he winked at others and said with a chuckle, "Put the manager's photo on the fist."

"Ha ha."

Lin Zhiqin glanced at these people lightly, and was not angry, but said: "The basis of fighting is strength.

The first phase of the course is mainly strength training.

Next, I will teach you some scientific and reasonable training methods and techniques. In the future, whether you are here or at home, you can train by yourself.

As for punching poles."

Lin Zhiqin paused, and continued: "Now is not the time for boxing.

Now, you can only practice air strikes. "

After speaking, Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.

Lu Yuan didn't even see clearly what kind of action he made.

Already heard a crisp sound of "pop" suddenly exploded.

The sound was loud and crisp, as if someone had lit firecrackers in the room.

"This is an air strike."

Lin Zhiqin scanned the audience and said calmly.

(End of this chapter)