Chapter 8 Is the Martial Arts School in Charge?
"Are you here to recruit a training partner?" In the large mahogany-style room, a short man was sitting in a large leather chair. He was about forty years old, with a thin face and a shaved face. The blue beard stubble that has passed, the large martial arts uniform makes the figure extremely thin, with the sleek eyes and slightly sharp voice, it is difficult to connect him with the martial arts school, more like a shrewd businessman .
"Yes." Mu Fan lowered his eyelids and leaned forward slightly.
"I'm Chanison, the middle-level manager of Xingluo Budokan. The second and third floors are exclusive venues for VIP customers of our Budokan. Your task as a training partner is to be the training object for the guests. In other words, it's a sandbag, because you can't fight back. The salary is settled daily, 500 star coins per day, and the tips given by the guests belong to you personally. The Budokan provides meals and daily treatment. If you accidentally become disabled, you will be compensated 30,000 star coins at one time and have no other responsibilities. Hey~~ If you accept it, Just sign it." After speaking, he picked up a contract from the table and threw it over.
Mu Fan looked at the contract in front of him. To put it bluntly, it was just two simple pieces of paper. After scanning it to confirm that it was correct, he signed his crooked name.
"Tear off your own contract, Mankun, take this kid to the first floor to take a shower, change his clothes, and then tell him the specifics, and start working in the afternoon."
"Yes, boss."
When the mahogany gate was closed, Chanison touched his chin, and chuckled, "Another idiot, the money is so easy to earn? There are not enough sandbags in the martial arts hall these days, tsk~"
Get off the elevator along the original road, go to the lobby on the first floor, turn right at the exit, Man Kun pointed to the row of rooms in front, and said, "That's the bathroom, boy, you can pick one and take a shower first, it smells like motor oil. It’s too heavy, and I’ll put out a set of training clothes for you to change into later, this one is provided to you by the martial arts gym for free.”
Ten minutes later, Mu Fan was already standing at the entrance of the hall wearing a gray training suit. When Man Kun walked over, his eyes lit up, "The boy is quite energetic!"
Mu Fan was originally of good height, and his clean training clothes made him look extraordinarily tall and straight. At this moment, the oil on his face was gone, and he was full of vigor that is unique to young people. His eyes were bright and tenacious, standing there like a dog A ready-to-go cheetah.
"Go to the No. 5 training ground first and I will explain to you the basic steps of a training partner, and then do some resistance training. The money is not as easy to earn as you think. I don't want you to be disabled."
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Training ground No. 5, the training ground dedicated to the staff of Xingluo Martial Arts Hall is already very lively, a group of people also wearing gray training uniforms are practicing against each other.
"Haha, is this a rookie here? He's not even twenty years old, he's here to earn disability fees at such a young age? Hahahahahaha" A big man with a scar on his forehead and a height of 1.9 meters with one arm The punching target easily responded to the attack in front of him, and then found Mu Fan who was brought by Man Kun in a random glance. Seeing that thin body, he couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Jerff, shut up your stinking mouth, and be honest if you want to make money in the martial arts gym. If you ruin the boss's business, you understand the consequences." Man Kun glanced at the big man, and at the end of the sentence, there was a hint of chill. Jeff is the thorn in the sparring staff of the martial arts gym. He is thirty-three years old this year. He was a mercenary. Later, because he broke a deal with his employer, he got into trouble with someone he shouldn't have, and has since quit the life of knife-edge blood. , because of his strength, he came to the Xingluo Martial Arts Center two years ago. Due to the outstanding physical standard of level 13, which is already higher than that of ordinary people with an average level of level 6 at the stage of appearance, there are too many ordinary people with rich fighting experience. After being seriously injured, he gradually became famous in the sparring circle. Now everyone is warming up, Jeref, who has always been vicious and aggressive, will naturally not let go of the opportunity to have fun when he sees Mu Fan.
"Hmph, if you're scared, just get out, you've already been disabled four times before, but you can't get out if you want to, you must sign the contract, let's talk about it after playing three games, little rookie, haha Haha." Jeff stared at Mu Fan again, turned around and laughed loudly.
Mu Fan looked at Zeref calmly and then withdrew his eyes. Seeing such a ignoring attitude, Zeref seemed to be irritated. With Mankun present, it was not easy to get angry, so he yelled at the person who hit him in front of him: "A grandma with legs, why is she like a woman, her face is like a puddle of water, use force!! Force! Like a mosquito, what a waste!"
Walking to the empty space on one side, Man Kun stopped, and took out a fist target from the wooden cabinet next to it and threw it to Mu Fan behind, "Boy, hold it, and hold it steady with both hands. Let's practice the punch target first." , The guests in the martial arts gym have both light and heavy fists, this is the only tool to protect yourself, if you don't handle it well, you may be seriously injured, come and try it."
Mu Fan took the gauntlet and waved it on his right forearm, then bent his elbow and put it in front of his chest, his left arm didn't support it, but put it by his side just in case.
"Heh, kid, I'm sorry, I'll let you learn a lesson first." Mankun's 11th-level physical fitness standard, the federal 6th-level physical fitness standard, the instantaneous burst punch power is 75KG, and then 150KG, 250KG, 400KG, 600KG, 850KG Corresponding to grades 7 to 11, the standard will increase by 50KG for each grade after that. Seeing that Mu Fan didn't follow his orders, he couldn't help being a little annoyed. He admired this kid, but it didn't mean he would be unruly. If he couldn't handle a heavy punch, his arm would be seriously injured.
Man Kun withdrew half of his strength, suddenly turned around and punched out quickly, wanting to knock Mu Fan into the air and let the boy learn a hard lesson.
There was a muffled "bang" sound as if hitting broken leather, the expected heavy punch repulsed did not appear, Man Kun frowned, Mu Fan stood firmly in front of him, his right leg was slightly arched, and his left foot was slanted at a right angle. Standing upright, the whole body did not waver except for the right arm and the broken hair on the forehead.
Hiss~ I found a treasure. Mankun knew what it meant. He didn't expect such strength in his thin body. He could easily resist a punch of level 9 standard, which meant that his comprehensive standard would not be lower than Own! ! interesting!
"Good boy, I underestimated you. Pay attention to yourself. There are equipment over there that you can practice by yourself or with other people. Do you have any questions?" Mankun pointed to the group of people in the front right. There are all kinds of equipment piled up there ten meters away.
"Yes!" Mu Fan's voice sounded suddenly, so powerful that even Man Kun was taken aback.
"Say."
"Is the martial arts hall in charge?" Mu Fan's eyes suddenly shone with fiery light.
"That's right, breakfast and lunch are provided by the martial arts gym, and dinner is taken care of by oneself." Man Kun looked at Mu Fan with a strange expression, is there anything strange about this?
"Then can I finish my meal later and then go to work?"
"Of course, after another hour, go to restaurant No. 3 to enter lunch time, and take a break for an hour and a half at noon. Then come here on time to gather, and I will assign you training tasks in the afternoon. After five minutes of overtime, you will be assessed 50 stars. If you don’t use it after 30 minutes without reason,” Man Kun looked at the heat in Mu Fan’s eyes and felt uncomfortable, and replied at the fastest speed.
"Thank you, then I will go to training now, you can fight again."
Mankun looked at the boy in front of him as if he had suddenly gained motivation, and suddenly he was completely different from his previous calmness, and laughed, "I just wanted to remind you, boy, go to train by yourself, I will go and train with you." The boss has reported today's situation. Come over after lunch, don't be late."
"Mmm..." Hearing the word "satisfied", Mu Fan seemed to feel a surge of energy all over his body now, even a little, a little bit out of his mind.
Man Kun looked at the kid in front of him, shook his head amusedly, turned and left.
With his eyes open, Mu Fan walked towards the sandbag and the punching target machine step by step, and then punched the sandbag with a dazed look. It is obvious that Mu Fan is distracted...
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