Chapter 1 Martial Arts Class

Lu Yuan sat on a black bench, holding a gray water bottle in his hand.

About 20 meters in front of him, there were more than 30 black fist poles that were almost as tall as a person on the ground covered with a thick cushion.

The big word "Yuan" was printed on the fist poles, and a student in a blue martial arts uniform stood in front of each pole.

The students hit the fist poles in front of them with all their strength, and made various shouts and cheers in coordination.

The atmosphere on the field was particularly lively.

Lu Yuan stared at the lively scene steadily, and the whole person seemed very quiet.

Until a voice of "get out of class dismissed" pulled him back from his trance.

He stood up.

He took the initiative to meet a figure that was running towards him quickly through the crowd.

"Lu Yuan!"

The boy who came in front of Lu Yuan was about the same age as him and had slightly dark skin.

He has a pair of very thick eyebrows, slightly curly hair, a strand of wet hair sticking to his forehead, and his whole body exudes a kind of heat after intense exercise.

"How is it, the atmosphere of our martial arts hall is good, right?"

The boy began to untie the bandage wrapped around his palm.

"Martial arts can also be used for self-defense, which is much more useful than those badminton, swimming and other sports you mentioned before."

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, handed over the water bottle in his hand, and said, "I have to go back and discuss it with my parents."

The boy saw Lu Yuan's intention and said quickly, "Don't worry, I'll call my uncle later and make sure he agrees to let you come here.

We can have a companion when we come here to attend classes in the future.

Look at your skinny appearance, you should learn some fighting skills to avoid being bullied when you go out."

The boy gently touched Lu Yuan's shoulder with his fist, then took the water bottle he handed over, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it in big gulps.

After he finished drinking most of the bottle of water in one breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued, "And our martial arts school is holding an event. If you sign up for a class now, it will be much more favorable than usual."

"Yeah."

Lu Yuan hummed and didn't respond.

The boy didn't say anything else. He left a sentence "I'm going to take a shower. You wait for me in the hall for a while" and ran away in a hurry.

Lu Yuan watched the boy go away, then picked up the backpack on the chair and turned to walk towards the gate of the venue.

The boy's name is Cheng Peng. His classmate and best friend is a deep fighting sports enthusiast.

I heard that he wanted to sign up for an extracurricular interest class that can exercise and strengthen his physique recently, so he forced him to "audit" in the martial arts school where he usually trains.

He persuaded him earnestly, wishing that he would sign up and join in immediately.

Lu Yuan came to the door of the martial arts school and stood on the steps.

Above his head was a huge sign with the ancient character "Yuan".

Yuan Martial Arts School.

A recruitment advertisement was posted on the wall at the door.

It simply said "ancient martial arts", "strengthening the body", "fighting", "summer enrollment warm-up", "special discounts" and other words.

Lu Yuan stared at the price information marked on the advertisement for a long time, and finally chose to turn his head away and stop looking.

During this period, people kept passing by him.

Men and women, everyone seemed confident and flamboyant.

Compared with them, the thin Lu Yuan looked without any aura.

Lu Yuan looked at these people with some envy.

To be honest, he was still very moved by Cheng Peng's suggestion.

This body after crossing over was weak and thin, and lacked physical exercise for a long time.

It couldn't be more appropriate to describe it as a "thin dog".

This is also the reason why he was eager to change.

Practicing martial arts and learning fighting skills by the way seems to be a very good choice.

But........

The high tuition fee made Lu Yuan hesitate.

"With the current situation of my family, it is highly likely that they will not agree to let me sign up for this martial arts interest class.

The price exceeds my parents' psychological expectations too much..."

Lu Yuan thought silently in his heart.

"Goodbye, coach."

Cheng Peng's voice came from his ears, attracting Lu Yuan to turn his head and look.

He saw Cheng Peng, who had just taken a shower and changed his clothes, had appeared at the door of the martial arts hall.

He was waving goodbye to a man of medium build in his thirties.

As if noticing Lu Yuan's gaze, the man glanced at him inadvertently.

When he met those eyes, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a burst of hair in his heart.

It was as if he was stared at by a beast, and the hair on the back of his hand almost exploded.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-"

Lu Yuan felt his heart beating fast, and it was difficult to suppress the throbbing.

Looking again, the man who gave him this unprecedented huge sense of oppression had turned and entered the martial arts hall.

"Who is this person?"

Lu Yuan kept his face calm, pretending to ask Cheng Peng who walked in front of him casually.

"Who?"

Cheng Peng looked back following Lu Yuan's gaze, and soon showed a look of realization.

"You're talking about him, the coach of our martial arts school, a very powerful martial arts master.

You don't know, our coach can punch the fist pole used by students for training seven or eight meters away!

It's not an exaggeration, he really punched them directly, I saw it with my own eyes.

That scene, wow..."

When Cheng Peng said this, his face unconsciously showed envy and admiration, and Lu Yuan was even more shocked.

He had just seen the fist pole used by Cheng Peng and his team for training, which was estimated to be about 100 kilograms.

A punch that can knock something weighing over a hundred kilograms away seven or eight meters?

How much punching power does this require?

Boxing champions in previous lives may not be able to do it.

Although he didn't know how much Cheng Peng's emphasis on "no exaggeration" really meant, Lu Yuan could not help but feel a stronger impulse in his heart.

Then this impulse quickly turned into greater helplessness.

"...Coach Qin is the direct disciple of the gym owner, that's why he is so powerful.

It is said that he has won awards in provincial fighting competitions. "

“Hey, it would be great if one day I could be accepted by the museum owner as his direct descendant.

No, even just becoming Coach Qin's official disciple is enough.

Then why don’t I kill people randomly in school? ....."

Cheng Peng was still chattering, but Lu Yuan had no intention of listening anymore.

He grabbed his backpack and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

"I'm home."

"Forehead......."

Cheng Peng's conversation stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he looked at Lu Yuan's back.

"Won't you accompany me to surf the Internet? Didn't we agree to improve our scores together?"

"Who told you, I want to go home and eat."

"Gan, pigeon me again!"

Cheng Peng raised his fist towards the back of Lu Yuan.

.........

Ten minutes later, Lu Yuan was already sitting on a bus.

“There are six hundred and thirty-eight dollars and fifty cents in my mobile wallet.

Including the class scholarship reward for progress in the first two monthly tests, the total is less than 2,000 yuan.

It’s too far off…”

Lu Yuan put down the phone in his hand and sighed softly.

His original thought was——

I told my parents to sign up for a general sports interest class. After I got the money, I secretly signed up for a martial arts class. I used my own small coffers to make up for the shortfall.

But after a rough calculation, it was found that this idea simply did not work.

The cheapest course package at Yuanwu Hall is more than twice the price of ordinary sports interest classes.

The difference between the two was too big, that part was empty, and the little money he had saved was far from enough.

Although he now has a strong curiosity about areas that he has never been exposed to in this life or two.

But the cruel reality is before us, and we can only choose to give up.

Lu Yuan never considered asking his parents to pay all the money to enroll him in a martial arts class.

Recently, my grandfather suffered a cerebral infarction and needed a lot of money for surgery.

The family's small shop encountered financial problems again.

At this juncture, he really couldn't open his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that the unified examination required a special sports subject, he wouldn't even want to attend a general interest class.

If you just want to exercise your body, you can just run by yourself every day.

"...At 3:27 pm on June 5, our country's third extraterrestrial base was officially completed. The list of the first batch of personnel to go has been determined. It is understood that the list includes... ....."

"Clearance, clearance! Clearance for everyone! Clearance for everyone on the last day!"

"...."

The news was playing on the bus's on-board TV, and the sound of horns from the shops along the street came from outside the window.

Lu Yuan leaned on the hard seat of the bus and stared at the hurried street scene outside for a while. Soon he heard the sound of the arrival prompt announcing the arrival of the destination station.

He got out of the car through the back door.

The eleven o'clock sunshine in June caught him off guard with bursts of steaming heat.

He crossed the road, then quickly hid under the shadow of the building, and walked straight along a road.

Soon, a small shop with "Xinghua Food Store" printed on a red background and white letters came into his sight.