Chapter 29 The Truth and Discrepancies

"Well..."

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

But if you want to earn back your tuition fees... becoming a formal disciple is not something you can do 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 think the martial arts school is a good hall?"

Lin Zhiqin shook his head in amusement.

“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.

Do you understand that the law should not be passed down lightly?

If a martial arts gym had to pay money to become an official disciple, then we martial arts instructors would have been sleeping on the streets 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 people outside have confused the concepts of formal disciples and core disciples.

The benefits for core disciples are indeed much better, and they do receive wages.

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

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

"I think that in order to meet your expectations - to obtain a higher level of inheritance from the martial arts school for free, you don't have to do anything, just practice martial arts, you can get money every month... these conditions.

Probably only one identity can satisfy..."

"What?"

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

Lu Yuan looked startled.

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 food.

"The kidneys and chicken are ready."

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

Slices of kidney stir-fried with red chili peppers, and chicken in a casserole.

The chicken was stewed with pig's trotters. The soup turned into a paste, and the meat was rotten when poked with chopsticks. It must have been stewed for a long time, and it was very appetizing just by looking at the presentation.

"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..."

He glanced at Lu Yuan again and added: "Be more generous."

"Know."

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

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 both dishes was pretty good. Although it was far from amazing, Lu Yuan was not very picky about his food.

Even the food in the school cafeteria can be eaten by him in a big bowl.

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

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 behaved in a "submissive" manner.

Now.

Lin Zhiqin's words shattered all Lu Yuan's illusions about being a formal disciple. Although he had not confirmed it, it was true after thinking about it carefully.

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

Lu Yuan's thoughts about becoming a formal disciple suddenly faded away.

Then it didn't matter whether Lin Zhiqin signed for him or not. He would naturally start to put himself on an equal footing with the other party mentally.

"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.

It represents the true core heritage 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 I have a chance to become the owner of the gym?"

Lin Zhiqin probably heard the ridicule in his words and frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

"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 and looked at Lu Yuan who was enjoying a meal. She couldn't help but praise: "Coach Lin, the students you brought here are really more energetic than the other!"

Lin Zhiqin smiled and said nothing.

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

He took a few big bites of the freshly served ribs and vegetables into his mouth.

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

When Lu Yuan finished his 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 up a cigarette and was looking at myself quietly.

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

He suddenly said something out of the blue.

"The last time Coach Lin came to this restaurant... he should have brought Yang Jiandong, right?"

The cigarette between Lin Zhiqin's fingers trembled slightly, but his face was expressionless.

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

Well, there should be more than one Yang Jiandong..."

Lu Yuan continued.

He wiped the oil stains on his hands and took out another piece of paper to wipe his mouth.

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

The food in this restaurant is really good, much better than the food in the hospital cafeteria.

Goodbye Coach Lin..."

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

Seeing Lu Yuan pulling out the chair and turning to walk toward the door, he could not help but say, "Wait a minute!"

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

Lu Yuan looked at Lin Zhiqin calmly.

"Sit down first. Sit down and talk."

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

Lu Yuan thought about it and decided to listen to what tricks Lin Zhiqin could come up with to coax him.

On the small dining table, separated by several dishes, the two sat opposite each other.

Lin Zhiqin took a deep breath, put out the cigarette in his hand, looked Lu Yuan in the eye, and said, "I feel like you must have misunderstood something?

Tell me what you think first. What do you think I want to do with you?"

Since 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 in the underworld.

Just like Yang Jiandong before, for money, right?"

"Underworld?"

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

He smiled bitterly and said, "I admit that I want to take you to fight.

Because I am really short of money recently, and there are more personal reasons...

But those are all formal fighting competitions. Anyone can find the registration method online, and it is also registered with the Wushu Association...It is completely different from the underground black boxing you imagine."

"Will a formal fighting competition cause more than ten fractures all over the body?"

Lu Yuan said lightly.

Lin Zhiqin was stunned, and then his expression became strange.

"Are you referring to Yang Jiandong's injury?"

Lu Yuan's expression was noncommittal.

"Hur--"

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 got injured because he got the money from some unknown source and secretly participated in other informal fighting competitions.

Also, his injury was not in the ring.

He was retaliated after the game.

The reason was that this guy spit at others and made insulting gestures after winning the game. People were so angry that they found someone to block him as soon as they went out, and beat him with a sack over his head for more than ten minutes...

But that guy also paid compensation later, and Yang Jiandong 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, saying directly: "You can call Yang Jiandong's girlfriend directly now. I have her contact information and she knows the whole story."

"........."

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

"The last question, why did you deliberately block my assessment application? Didn't you sign the application form for me?"

"Deliberately not sign for you?"

Lin Zhiqin's expression suddenly became more weird.

"When I signed for you just now, I was halfway through writing.

The pen in my hand suddenly ran out of ink. I wanted to go to the front desk after dinner to get a new one before signing for you.......

Of course, I also wanted to chat with you during dinner..."

"........"

In the small box, Lu Yuan quietly looked at Lin Zhiqin, who looked frank in front of him.

After a long silence.

He lowered his head and spoke slowly.

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