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Chapter 20 Formal Class, Confidentiality Agreement
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Fang Qingyu maintained his breathing rhythm and silently recited the mantra.

My physical attributes were on a huge upward trend today, and I was able to sustain my workouts much longer than yesterday.

Keep counting until a new prompt pops up in front of you.

Fang Qingyu slowly put his feet down.

Congratulations! Your basic skill "Dragon Flag" has reached Lv.2 (0/200). You are awarded one attribute point.

"Ok?"

"I didn't reach the maximum level this time?"

Fang Qingyu looked somewhat surprised, as he had originally thought that all fitness skills were at level 2 and maxed out.

Now it seems that it's probably also related to the difficulty level.

This is actually a good thing.

I can keep working hard.

Goal achieved.

Fang Qingyu took a shower and went straight to sleep.

I live such a fulfilling life every day that I don't have to worry about sleep problems at all.

the next day.

Morning Breeze Martial Arts School.

Qi Hao was waiting at the door early in the morning. When he saw Fang Qingyu park his electric scooter, he walked over resentfully.

"Aoko."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his appearance, Fang Qingyu asked curiously.

"You didn't even tell me you were getting into the regular class?"

Qi Hao's eyes grew increasingly resentful, like those of a young wife.

"I was just thinking of giving you a scare."

Fang Qingyu laughed and punched him on the shoulder.

"Sigh, you really did scare me."

Qi Hao put his arm around Shang Qingyu's shoulder and walked side by side toward the door.

"No one else can go from an ordinary student to a formal class in just over ten days like you."

"There's none?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback upon hearing this.

Qi Hao paused, thought for a moment, and said, "Uh, yes, there are, but very few. Those people are all legends now."

"legend?"

Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Legendary" is a bit of an exaggeration.

"It is indeed a legend. You'll see later. Come on, let me take you to find Teacher Zheng first."

Qi Hao couldn't wait to pull Fang Qingyu into the martial arts hall.

Fang Qingyu followed him inside, his gaze instinctively locking onto Qin Jiao. After a moment's thought, he pulled Qi Hao's hand away.

"Uh, wait a minute, I'll go find Instructor Qin."

Qin Jiao stood there, watching Fang Qingyu walk over, and raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you here instead of attending the regular classes?"

Fang Qingyu didn't give Qin Jiao a chance to react. He quickly bowed and then stood up with a smile, saying, "Thank you very much for your guidance these past few days, Instructor Qin."

Qin Jiao looked on with a hint of relief, but quickly put on a stern face.

"No matter how grateful you are, the tuition fee can't be refunded."

"Go to class."

Fang Qingyu's lips twitched as he listened, and he nodded.

"okay."

"puff"

Qi Hao watched from a distance, suppressing a laugh, waiting for Fang Qingyu to return on his own.

"Do you know what Qin Jiao's nickname is? Not many people who leave his place dare to go back to him."

"What?"

Fang Qingyu asked a question subconsciously.

But then, suddenly remembering something, he asked, "By the way, what is the full name of the Qin Sect?"

"Qin Hui, nicknamed 'Sharp Tongue'."

Qi Hao answered both questions at once.

"Oh"

After writing down the full name, Fang Qingyu followed Qi Hao to the area for the regular classes.

The biggest difference between this place and the regular class is that there are many weapon racks, and the punching stances here are also different.

The formal training stances are dark brown all over, with fine ring patterns covering the surface.

It has an extra layer of natural oil sheen compared to the regular class.

Teacher Zheng stood in front of these boxing stances.

Qi Hao led Fang Qingyu to her and saluted.

"Instructor Zheng, the new students have been brought in!"

Coach Zheng nodded and waved to Qi Hao, "Go practice by yourself."

Then he turned to look at Fang Qingyu.

"You, come with me."

Fang Qingyu followed her curiously to the office behind the screen on the other side.

"Let me see your ID card again." After sitting down in the chair, Zheng looked at the computer and reached out his hand to Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu handed her his ID card.

not for a while
Zheng Jiao turned off the computer and took a piece of paper from the drawer, placing it on the table.

"In the formal class, you'll need to sign two agreements regarding what you'll learn. See if you can accept that."

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu curiously picked up the paper and looked at it.

One confidentiality agreement, one official agreement.
The main content of the confidentiality agreement is that the content of the formal class cannot be disclosed to anyone. Violation of this agreement will result in heavy fines and legal liability.

Fang Qingyu had guessed this when he heard about the agreement.

Nothing surprising.

However, the second agreement made Fang Qingyu frown and look up at Zheng Jiao.

"To get into the regular class, you have to join this regulatory bureau?"

"Just a nominal appointment. We'll talk after you've read it."

Coach Zheng didn't even look up, clearly having heard this question many times before.

Fang Qingyu could only listen patiently until the end.

That's when I understood what was going on.

The formal classes teach killing techniques.

Therefore, the agreement stipulates that, unless under special circumstances, formal students who intentionally injure others will be punished with an additional degree of severity.

Secondly, it is necessary to register with this regulatory authority so that information can be accessed at any time.

This is similar to locksmiths.

Fang Qingyu could understand.

So he signed his name directly.

The document was handed back to Instructor Zheng.

"Let's go."

"Do you want to practice boxing or weapons?"

Teacher Zheng put the documents away, got up and led the way out, asking as he did so.

"Uh"

"Can we practice all of them?"

Fang Qingyu followed behind and voiced the question he had already thought of.

He really likes boxing.

But I also understand the principle that every inch longer makes you stronger.

If possible, Fang Qingyu would like to learn boxing and a weapon.

This way, we can better cope with any situation.

"Sure, as long as you can learn it."

To everyone's surprise, Coach Zheng nodded readily.

Seeing that she agreed, Fang Qingyu was eager to begin the next training session.

"Come on, hit me."

Before they even reached the boxing stance, Instructor Zheng faced Fang Qingyu and spoke in a relaxed manner.

"?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback.

"Just hit him if I tell you to."

Zheng Jiaoxiu had a single, arched eyebrow, exuding an air of authority without anger.

Fang Qingyu had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise his fist to punch her in the face.

Snapped--

As a result, Instructor Zheng slapped Fang Qingyu's wrist and scolded him with a frown.

"Is this how Lao Qin teaches you the basics of practical combat?"

Fang Qingyu shook his hand; the red mark on his wrist was slowly swelling up.

Upon hearing this, he cast aside all other thoughts and focused his mind completely.

He took a deep breath, suddenly exerted force with his heel, and his left fist drew an arc straight towards Coach Zheng's ribs.

Snapped--

Teacher Zheng slapped him again, waiting in advance where the punch would inevitably land, on his forearm.

Fang Qingyu felt as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the strength in his entire arm strangely collapsed into a tingling numbness.

Hold your breath.

Suddenly, Zheng leaned forward and pressed his right hand against the man's abdomen.

"Feel the vibration in your chest."

Just as Fang Qingyu was about to speak, the other person flicked his collarbone with their finger.

The light tap seemed to flip a switch, and the sluggish breathing suddenly sank smoothly into the lower abdomen, and the spine straightened like a recalibrated spring.

"Thunderous sound originates from the heels and emanates from the waist and hips."

Coach Zheng pressed his thumb down on his lower back again, "Inhale as your intercostal muscles expand, exhale as your tailbone sinks, then punch!"

Fang Qingyu captured a certain frequency in the rhythmic pressing.
Zheng Jiao, who was speaking, seemed to freeze in time before his eyes.

next second.

Throw a punch!!
On the chart, the panel on the page for martial arts apprentices has also subtly changed.

[The advanced skill "Dragon's Breath" has been detected activating (1/100)]

[Activation Experience +1]

(End of this chapter)