Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 16 Auntie doesn't want you to work hard anymore

"My child is as skinny as a monkey and is always bullied at school..."

It turned out that a middle-aged man was asking about the course.

He wanted to enroll his child in a winter vacation class to exercise his body, but he was afraid that his child would become a bad person if he learned how to fight.

"Of course, big brother."

"Today's students are under great academic pressure, their physical fitness is getting worse and worse, and their personalities are becoming more and more introverted."

"Enrolling children in fighting classes is not to teach them how to fight, but to let them have the courage to say no to bullying. As the saying goes, one punch is enough to prevent a hundred..."

Two female colleagues introduced their fighting classes enthusiastically, praising them highly.

They are just short of being portrayed as the famous and upright clans in martial arts novels, who, after mastering miraculous skills, can dominate the world and do justice.

Fang Cheng restrained his thoughts of slacking off.

Then he stood in front of the table and shouted a few words loudly, acting as a human signboard to attract customers.

Maybe it was the effect of the poster advertisement, or maybe it was the added bonus of Fang Cheng’s image and temperament.

More and more people are asking for consultation and registration.

More than half of them are young female white-collar workers or wealthy and free housewives, and there are also a few old men and young men who just join in the fun.

Seeing this, two female colleagues took the opportunity to spread the news.

"Sisters, if you want to lose weight and shape your body, or protect yourself from wolves, you can come to the club to visit and learn first, and then make a decision."

"We are having a promotion right now, all courses are 20% off, and there are extra discounts for referring one more person!"

Some people paid a deposit with great trust, saying that seeing that the club had such handsome employees, the fitness results would definitely be good.

Some people also asked about the difference in fees between "group classes" and "private lessons".

"Group classes are for laying the foundation. If you want to advance, we can also provide one-on-one guidance services, so the price will be a bit higher."

"Then I'll buy 20 lessons and get private lessons from this guy!"

The speaker was very confident and was obviously a wealthy woman with good taste.

"Well, he's not a coach..."

"it's a pity……"

Faced with some flirting words and the occasional fiery gazes.

This time, Fang Cheng behaved very calmly. He distributed flyers calmly and answered every customer's questions in detail.

Because he decisively activated the concentration skill.

All the noise in my ears seemed to have turned into emotionless electronic broadcasts, no longer able to stir my mood in the slightest.

The areas where "focus" can be effective are far more than just learning and training, and also apply to work.

At this moment, his eyes were firm and his attitude was positive, showing that he could be described as the most hardworking and chosen worker.

But this also seems to confirm a saying that serious men are the most attractive.

The eyes of the female customers couldn't help but shine brighter as they looked at Fang Cheng with a cold face.

Before I knew it, the noise faded away and peace returned.

Finally it’s closing time.

Fang Cheng let out a long breath.

Then he opened his palm and looked at the note that someone had stuffed into his hand.

There was an ambiguous message written on the paper:

"Young man, Auntie doesn't want you to work hard anymore, contact number XXXXXX."

Fang Cheng bared his teeth and glanced at the two chatty women beside him.

He quickly crumpled the note into a ball and quietly threw it into a nearby trash can.

The two female colleagues were still in high spirits, discussing which restaurant to go to for a buffet after get off work.

Fang Cheng's face was full of fatigue, and his eyes fell on the skill panel.

[Focus lv1 (87/250)]

Gaining 6 experience points in an afternoon's work seems pretty good, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

To be honest, it is more tiring than usual exercise.

Fang Cheng rubbed his temple and frowned.

Even with the help of skills, I try to be patient and try to improve my eloquence and social skills.

But there is always a sense of embarrassment in being forced to do something.

Fang Cheng couldn't help feeling a little scared when he thought about facing more noisy and complicated scenes as a lawyer in the future.

The routine work life seems to be becoming less and less suitable for me.

Besides, he was not interested in this... His grandfather's illness and his expectation for the champion player flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly darkened:

"We should think of a way to get out of this predicament..."

The things were packed away and the tables and chairs remained in place.

Tomorrow morning, we will continue the enrollment work.

Fang Cheng picked up the folded display stand and walked back to the club with his female colleagues.

When I passed the corner of the elevator, I found that there was also an advertising display space here.

The photos on the posters are not of sports stars or young and beautiful models.

Instead, he was an old man wearing a white training suit and with a kind and loving face.

"The head of Ma's Tai Chi, a famous Qigong master and health expert, is dedicated to teaching his unique skills. Don't miss it if you pass by, take a look!"

A burly man stood near the elevator, shouting loudly in a cracked voice.

However, passers-by saw his bear-like build and the tattoos on his hands and kept a safe distance from him.

“Ma Dong Hyuk?”

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, with some surprise.

What a coincidence, I ran into him again.

Looking at his big, dark face and the thick stack of flyers in his hand that had not yet been distributed.

Suddenly, a feeling of sympathy arose in Fang Cheng's heart.

At this moment, a yellow-haired young man happened to pass by in front of him, walking in a casual and arrogant manner.

Ma Dong Hyuk suddenly shouted "Stop".

Then he kicked the yellow-haired man on the butt and forced an advertising leaflet into his hand.

The yellow-haired boy seemed to be frightened and stood there obediently, not daring to move.

This ferocious look scared the people coming from behind, and they all stopped where they were.

Under the coercion, a group of people had to obey and take the flyers handed to them by Ma Donghe one by one.

Then they gathered in a circle as if standing in punishment, and listened patiently to him introduce what "Tai Chi Qigong" was and why Master Ma was so outstanding.

But Huangmao, who had accomplished his mission, secretly slipped away afterwards.

Seeing this scene, Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly and continued walking forward.

To be honest, Ma Dong Hyuk has also practiced fighting and is very strong.

If it weren't for the other party's identity, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with the underworld.

Fang Cheng was willing to be a boxing buddy with him, to spar with him and improve his fighting experience.

It was almost half past five when we got back to the club.

There is no night shift today and the venue sanitation work has just been completed.

A group of colleagues from the logistics department were chatting while waiting to clock out.

Walking into the locker room, Fang Cheng could clearly feel that everyone's eyes seemed a little different.

I guess the news that I was transferred to the marketing department has spread.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to it. He packed his clothes and walked out the door quickly.

At this moment, he already had a preliminary idea in his mind.

When we arrived at Training Hall No. 1.

I saw Xu Maocai, the head coach of the Sanda department, who had just finished instructing several elite students and was about to go off work.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and then he walked straight forward
"Coach, I want to learn Sanda!"

of course.

The above are just my true thoughts.

Fang Cheng considered his words carefully and said in a tactful tone:

"Coach Xu, I'm quite interested in the operation of the Sanda Club. Can I apply to be transferred to your club for an internship for a period of time?"

Coach Xu was stunned at first when he heard this, but then he smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

He quickly held Fang Cheng's hands and shook them vigorously:

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Fang, you are really... really a handsome man..."

This request was a pleasant surprise for him as he had been experiencing poor performance recently.

(End of this chapter)