You promised to practice martial arts, but you have mastered the golden body and Dharma?

Chapter 5 No more studying!
  Zhao Xueming stared at Qian Mo, his fists clenching loudly.

In his eyes, Qian Mo was on the thin side, and his white school uniform T-shirt was slightly yellowed. Now that he had practiced martial arts, a faint smell of bitter medicine wafted from his body, making him breathless.

Qian Mo's family background is a little better than his, but not much better. The only father in the family is a middle-level manager in the factory.

Since the first year of high school, Qian Mo has been actively getting close to the arrogant Sun Desheng, doing many things like a dog trying to please its owner.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the fact that his martial arts qualifications were mediocre. His strength was only in the middle on the field, and he couldn't even make it into the top five!

Zhao Xueming naturally didn't like Qian Mo as a person, and he was stronger than Qian Mo. He couldn't bear the sudden push from the other party, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Qian Mo, what do you mean?"

Qian Mo chuckled: "What I mean is that if you can't learn the body-building boxing, don't learn it. If you don't reflect on yourself, and you still question the teacher, look at which of the classmates here is like you!"

As soon as he said this, Zhao Xueming's fist rang twice. He subconsciously glanced around. Other students on the field stood on the periphery and looked at him without speaking.

Sun Desheng, Fang Shimao, Hu Huihui, and Cui Yong around Wang Shan looked at him coldly, and everyone's eyes were like cold needles piercing his face.

Wang Shan himself had no expression at all, just looking at him quietly from top to bottom.

At this moment, the hot air and blood under Zhao Xueming's face flowed back, colliding with the cold air stagnating in his chest, and the fists tightened on both sides of his thighs were so hot that they trembled.

"Qian Mo, do you know how to do bodybuilding boxing? Do you understand it?"

Zhao Xueming blushed and roared, spitting on Qian Mo's face.

He was admitted to No. 9 Middle School based on his ability, but was assigned to Class 9 because of his poor grades. However, he firmly believed that he could change his life through martial arts!
  Unfortunately, the teaching model of No. 9 Middle School is different from other high schools. Almost all martial arts resources are gathered in the martial arts class!
  After waiting for two years, the Municipal Martial Arts Bureau came to inspect and the school finally began to teach ordinary students to exercise the front half of the boxing boxing!

He didn't dare to expect to pass the college entrance examination and become a martial artist. He just wanted to master the ordinary twenty-four postures of body-building boxing!

It's obviously Wang Shan who didn't teach him well, so why are you blaming him!
  There was a voice roaring in his head, and his whole body was trembling. Shame, anger, sadness, and all kinds of emotions were kneaded together, squeezing his reason.

Qian Mo stood in front of him, straightened his back, slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the door of the training hall, mockingly saying: "Whether I learn well or not is my business. If you don't accept Teacher Wang's teaching method, get out." Get out and stop practicing!”

The moment the last three words fell, Zhao Xueming's pupils trembled violently, and the swollen blood in his body instantly surged up and hit Tianling Gai.

"Cock!"

The knuckles of his fingers crackled due to exertion, accompanied by the faint sound of wind.

"Cao your mother Qian Mo!"

boom!
  Faced with this sudden punch, Qian Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, he held his breath suddenly, and subconsciously raised his arms to block his face. Then he heard a muffled sound, but did not feel any pain.

He carefully lowered his arms and saw Sun Desheng holding Zhao Xueming's fist with one hand. The exposed muscles on his arms were as tough as steel sculptures, and his whole body stood on the spot like an iron pile, motionless.

On the other hand, Zhao Xueming's teeth were all stuck out, his facial muscles were stretched and congested with blood, and even though the veins in his arm were bulging, he couldn't move his caught right fist.

Seeing this scene, Li Jiu couldn't help but frown.

He saw Zhao Xueming's efforts. When he was squatting on horseback and practicing straight punches, the opponent was particularly serious and never relaxed.

When I first learned the body-building boxing, I was able to practice it better than most people despite my poor conditions.

Although he can't afford medicinal baths, with hard work, he can still firmly enter the top five!
  But when he was angry, he punched out with all his strength, but Sun Desheng casually took it!

Then Sun Desheng must have been introduced to the body-building boxing. He has entered the body-building stage and has taken the first step towards becoming a warrior. In other words, this is the difference between those who have learned the body-building boxing and those who have not. Crushing!

"Zhao Xueming, do you learn body-building boxing to beat your classmates?"

Sun Desheng suddenly let go and looked coldly at Zhao Xueming, who had lost his strength for a moment and took three or four steps back.

Qian Mo, who was protected, took a deep breath, put down his defensive arms with lingering fear, and echoed: "If you are learning martial arts just to beat people, then why are you learning martial arts!" Zhao Xueming opened his eyes wide in shock and pressed his hand. He took a few breaths with his trembling chest, raised his head and glared at Sun Desheng and Qian Mo: "You won't learn!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already clenched his fists and ran towards the outside of the training hall. His eyes were obviously wide open, but the dark and translucent luster was covered by the mist.

Everyone watched him go away, still without saying a word until he disappeared around the corner outside the door.

Wang Shan, who had been silent for the whole time, withdrew his gaze, casually took out a box of exquisite cigarettes from his pocket, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone knows some things. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. If you don't want to practice, just leave."

He had a cigarette in his mouth and rummaged around in his trouser pocket with his left hand. Qian Mo immediately took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and rushed towards him.

"Crack!"

The flame lit the cigarette rod, and Wang Shan blew out a puff of light white mist.

He glanced at Qian Mo with a raised eyebrow and smiled calmly, and walked towards the martial arts teacher's exclusive lounge with his hands behind his back.

Qian Mo breathed a sigh of relief, then moved closer to Sun Desheng and said gratefully:

"Brother Sun, thank you for helping me. Your body-building boxing is really powerful. You can hold Zhao Xueming with one hand!"

Sun Desheng glanced at him and said calmly: "You are following me, and you are helping the teacher reason, so naturally you have to help me, but your talent is really bad, I am afraid you can't even compare to Zhao Xueming."

"Brother Sun is right. I have asked my family to continue raising money to buy the resources for medicinal baths."

Qian Mo lowered his chin unconsciously when he smiled, making Sun Desheng appear taller and stronger.

"Well, practice hard. You are the only one who understands taste and appearance in these nine classes. You will be able to make good arrangements."

Sun Desheng casually patted Qian Mo on the shoulder and left with Wang Shan.

As a result, Li Jiu also looked away. He pursed his lips and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and took a sip of water. The taste was slightly sweet.

"Can I really be allocated the five places in the end-of-month assessment?"

Li Jiu took a breath secretly and gathered his thoughts.

He has no background and no resources, so he can only rely on hard work to practice the body-building boxing well. Other than that, he can do almost nothing.

But it is by no means a matter of resignation.

The inspection team is still in the school now, and they won't leave until the end of the assessment at the end of the month. Maybe they will have a chance!

With this thought in mind, Li Jiu continued to practice body-building boxing after resting. He concentrated on standing and boxing, letting the sweat flow between his skin.

In the afternoon, Zhao Xueming was no longer visible. Three classmates even quit, and only 15 people stayed here.

The departure of more people did not shake Li Jiu's determination. He just hit one set of body-building punches as usual.

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"Everyone practice hard!"

Suddenly, Wang Shan shouted loudly, and the sound of punches breaking through the air on the field became more powerful, and the smell of sweat surged.

Li Jiu subconsciously glanced in the direction of the door, where five middle-aged men wearing black cadre uniforms appeared, their bodies seemed to be condensed with an aura that had accumulated for many years.

(End of this chapter)