Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 5 Center of Excellence
In the winter city, the sky is not blue, it is even a little gray.

The No. 13 bus is an old model from the s and is not equipped with an air-conditioning system.

It is equipped with a specially built-in TV, which plays various entertainment and news programs in a loop.

"...A headless Buddha statue was unearthed at the Xishan site. Experts estimate that the entire body buried underground is more than 30 meters long. It may have been destroyed in the Yu Dynasty's 'destroying Buddhism' campaign 2,000 years ago..."

"Some media photographed Xu Meiyan, a member of a well-known girl group, returning to a hotel with a mysterious man late at night. The next day, she came out with a tired look on her face. Xu Meiyan denied this and said that the two were just..."

After glancing at the TV screen, Fang Cheng opened the car window and let the wind blow his hair across his forehead.

The bare branches of the sycamore trees, the uneven billboards and tall buildings kept flying past my eyes.

"Infertility, painless abortion, Songzi Niao Gynecological Hospital, remind you..."

"Stop ahead, Maocheng intersection, west of Wantong Shopping Center."

Following the voice prompt, Fang Cheng stood up from the back seat and walked to the waiting area in advance.

After the car stopped with a "whoosh" and the door opened, he quickly jumped out, picking up his bag.

Today is Sunday, and without the influx of white-collar workers, the city center seems a little empty.

He walked along the sidewalk to the left.

A hundred meters away, you can see a shopping mall with wall advertisements playing.

Next to Gate 3 of the square, there is a striking sign that reads “Global Elite Fighting Club”.

Fang Cheng entered through Gate 3 with ease and took the elevator to the second floor.

The club venue is just opposite the elevator room, inside a transparent floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

At this moment, many colleagues were rushing over, picking up their bags and swiping their cards on the attendance machine.

The beeping continued.

Fang Cheng punched in and glanced at the time. It was exactly 9:29.

Neither early nor late.

As I walked into the locker room, the sound of laughter instantly filled my ears.

Colleagues were eating the buns and breakfast they bought on the road, chatting about everything.

Some discussed the melodramatic plot of last night's 8 o'clock drama, while others talked about the football game and calculated the odds.

Fang Cheng had no common topics with them, so he changed into his work clothes and went to Training Hall No. 1 alone.

The sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the light blue plastic floor is bright and dazzling.

Dozens of upright fist poles and hanging sandbags are scattered around the boxing ring in the center.

The bang bang sounds of boxing gloves hitting sandbags, accompanied by shouts of varying pitches, came one after another.

The first class starts at 10 o'clock.

Students have already arrived and started practicing spontaneously.

Fang Cheng sniffed the smell of disinfectant left over from last night's cleaning and walked towards Coach Hu who greeted him.

Another busy day at work is about to begin.

The strength of the teaching staff of this fighting club is unknown, but the hardware conditions are very good.

The venue is spacious enough and has complete training facilities.

The courses offered include boxing, Sanda, Jiu-Jitsu, Muay Thai, Kendo, Karate, Taekwondo, etc.

Fang Cheng works in the logistics department.

In high-end terms, he is responsible for the daily operation and maintenance of the club and is the coach's classroom assistant.

In fact, it is just some work like arranging the venue, serving the students, cleaning and doing miscellaneous work.

Normal working hours are from 9:30 am to 6:30 pm, with a one-hour break at noon.

Saturday and Sunday are the busiest days.

Many students who need to work from Monday to Friday choose to come here.

The club's classes are scheduled from morning to night with almost no gaps.

However, there is one upside.

There is no need to add night classes to accommodate the students, and these staff members can go home after work on time.

Fang Cheng is now mainly responsible for the maintenance of the boxing venue.

He first moved the cushions and dumbbells from the equipment room according to the coach's lesson preparation requirements.

Then I would stay aside and watch the students in class quietly so that I could provide service at any time.

For example, delivering drinks, towels, medicine, etc. to students, or running errands for the coach.

Today's first boxing class is a basic training course for new students.

"In your impression, boxing should be two strong men standing on the stage, hitting each other with fists as big as sandbags, nose bleeding, and being very reckless..." The coach's words with a provincial accent made all the students laugh.

"Quite the opposite."

"Boxing is a martial art that emphasizes defensive strategies the most. In daily training, the requirements for mobility and flexibility are very high."

"As the saying goes, if you teach boxing but not footwork, you will be beaten by your master."

"In the previous two classes, I taught you the stance and basic boxing techniques. Now we will practice footwork coordination based on these..."

Coach Hu looks rough, but his teaching style is very delicate.

Starting from the basics to the complex, while demonstrating the movements, the teacher also explains in detail the various basic footwork and the techniques of how to shift the center of gravity during fast movement.

It meets the cognitive needs of novices.

Fang Cheng was already familiar with these contents.

And through repeated practice in private, it is firmly imprinted in muscle memory.

Just like mastering the technique of shifting your center of gravity.

In addition to allowing him to punch with more force, it also allows his body to maintain balance as much as possible while dodging, allowing him to make effective counterattacks.

But skills are skills.

If you want to use it perfectly in actual combat, the most important thing you need is strong enough core strength.

"One, two!"

"One or two..."

Coach Hu led a dozen students in practicing forward and backward jumping and punching.

Slogans sounded rhythmically, and the atmosphere on the field was particularly lively.

"Pay attention to your toes, keep your body relaxed and lubricated, and feel like a spring..."

"Hey, you, that's you, you don't need to turn around and look at others. Why are you shaking your butt so exaggeratedly? This is not hip-hop..."

After just a few sets of simple warm-up exercises, the varying physical qualities of the students became apparent.

Some were still laughing, while others began to breathe rapidly.

Among them, several obese female students' movements were obviously two beats slower than the others.

Spending more than 2000 yuan a month to learn boxing may be more of a way for these white-collar elites to lose weight, reduce fat and relieve stress.

Fang Cheng was wearing a vest, with his hands behind his back, standing on the sidelines as a staff member.

His eyes kept wandering to the fighting classes taking place in other places in the distance.

I have been working here for nearly a month.

Fang Cheng assessed himself and thought he had almost mastered the basic boxing skills.

All that remains is to keep practicing, gaining experience and leveling up.

I'm afraid I won't gain much if I continue to stay in the boxing club.

Thinking of this, an idea came to Fang Cheng's mind.

"Perhaps, I should ask my supervisor to transfer me to an operations position..."

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was 12 o'clock and the first morning class ended.

Fang Cheng picked up the broom and mop and quickly cleaned the place.

After cleaning up, he walked to the front desk to pick up the takeaway lunches the club had ordered for its employees.

During the short break at noon.

After finishing his meal, he sat for just a moment and then started doing push-ups in the noisy locker room.

This eccentric behavior, as expected, attracted ridicule and mockery from colleagues.

Fang Cheng ignored it and concentrated on feeling the pain in his arm.

He has his own plans and goals to pursue.

The comments from outsiders are like a gentle breeze on your face, which cannot affect a heart that wants to become stronger.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before my eyes.

Fang Cheng put his hands on the floor and paused.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth that others could not guess.

A prompt message suddenly appeared on the light blue panel.

[Congratulations, your physical condition has improved after unremitting efforts]

(End of this chapter)