Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 82: Becoming a Teacher for the First Time is Pretty Good (5k)

The day after Zhao Jinze appeared, Zhao Rui and Zhao Ke returned to Lincheng.

The original plan to go hiking and enjoy the scenery in the nearby counties will have to wait until the Chinese New Year.

I got home on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, which is the day when people in the north celebrate the Little New Year. As the saying goes, officials bid farewell on the 3rd, and common people on the 4th.

That's what I'm referring to.

Zhao Rui didn't mention much about what happened in his hometown, because even if he did, his parents wouldn't understand.

Compared to my father, my eldest uncle and third uncle are indeed more capable.

This is an indisputable fact.

The next day, Tian Yaru called, wanting to come and visit the two brothers.

Zhao Rui had a good time beating up his younger brother back home, and he also copied two martial arts techniques, accumulating two advancement points.

But it also made his hands itch.

Too lazy to play with the little girl, Zhao Rui made up an excuse and rode his bicycle around the streets early in the morning.

I've relaxed enough for a while now, it's time to start accumulating advanced points.

I wish I could break through to level nine in the second semester of my freshman year.

Zhao Rui glanced at the advertising signs on both sides of the road as he slowly rode his bicycle.

"Tianjiao Martial Arts School?"

"Nice name!" Zhao Rui decisively rode over, locked his bike, and stepped onto the stairs.

"Sparring partner? What's your level?"

"Level 7!"

"Level 7? You're a level 7 sparring partner? We're short of coaches, you should come!"

"Um... it's not impossible, but I'm looking for a job during winter break."

"Oh? You're a college student, right? What year? Which school?"

"Freshman year! Dongqi University."

"Freshman year?"

The person receiving the student was taken aback. A freshman with a Level 7 certificate, and from a top-tier university like Dongqi University.

This is no ordinary martial arts student! He immediately smiled and said, "Winter break job? No problem! I'll get you started right away!"

"Don't you need to notify the boss?"

"I'm the boss. Don't worry! I'll give you three hundred yuan per class."

The boss readily agreed, as if he was afraid Zhao Rui would run away.

Zhao Rui scratched his head. Three hundred per class wasn't a small amount. He'd do it for two days first and see how many martial arts techniques he could copy. That was the important thing.

The boss, surnamed Song, was a chubby-faced man who led Zhao Rui upstairs.

Upstairs is a huge martial arts hall, open from east to west, with no extra rooms.

Inside the martial arts hall, a few people were practicing fixed moves under the guidance of an instructor, laughing and chuckling.

"Boss, is this all the people?"

Zhao Rui felt that this store was probably going to go out of business soon.

"No, there are many more. I have branches; these are just a part of it."

Mr. Song gave an awkward smile.

"Oh!"

Zhao Rui agreed, thinking that even a small gain is still a gain, and he would wait a couple of days before making a decision.

After showing Zhao Rui around the area, Boss Song arranged for him to come for class at 2 PM.

Coaches and sparring partners are different; coaches have to mentor students.

Boss Song needs to find students for Zhao Rui; otherwise, what kind of classes can a teacher teach if he's all alone?

After making the appointment, Zhao Rui rode his bicycle away from Tianjiao Martial Arts School and continued to stroll on the road.

After walking for a while, we saw another martial arts school, but this one was called Huasheng Martial Arts Competition Club.

It looks like a place where adults engage in combat sports.

Zhao Rui got out of the car and continued exploring the restaurants.

This shop is clearly much better than the small shop we just visited. Right inside the door is a luxuriously decorated reception hall.

The spacious sofa for guests and the elegant coffee table with fruit and candy pieces arranged neatly make the place look very tidy.

"Hello sir, are you here to register?"

The receptionist was a voluptuous woman wearing a tight-fitting skirt with a slit that went up to her thigh.

Upon seeing Zhao Rui approach, he warmly greeted him.

"I've come over to take a look!"

"Then let me introduce it to you!"

Upon hearing this, the woman quickly led Zhao Rui to the sofa in the rest area, poured him a glass of water, and then introduced the situation of the martial arts school.

This martial arts school is completely different from a teaching institution; it is more like a club. Most of the students are martial arts enthusiasts, such as former martial arts students or apprentices at the school, but with average talent who later switched to other industries.

Or perhaps they are ordinary people who have not received professional training but are obsessed with martial arts.

In short, people from all walks of life are represented in society.

Everyone is just doing it for fun, practicing martial arts together, watching a competition, having a get-together, drinking beer, and bragging.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui thought, "That works too. With more people, the martial arts styles will be more diverse, and there might be some weird and unfamiliar martial arts techniques among them."

He quickly said, "I'd like to apply for a coach or sparring partner. What's your procedure?"

"coach?"

The woman sized up Zhao Rui, frowned, and asked, "Are you a martial arts student? What level are you? Did you graduate high school?"

Zhao Rui nodded.

"Level 7, freshman, I'm an adult now."

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes lit up, and she said, "That's fine, but the holiday coach's salary isn't high here..."

"Can I be paid based on the number of students I teach? For example, if someone chooses me, I can pay a few hundred per class hour. I'll come whenever I'm available, and it won't affect your normal teaching."

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's request, the woman frowned slightly.

"Okay, you go back first, I'll ask the boss."

The woman said with a smile.

Zhao Rui hummed in agreement and then got up to take his leave.

After leaving that shop, Zhao Rui picked out another martial arts school and explained the situation again, saying that he also needed to wait for notification.

None of them were as satisfying as the first store.

After wandering around all morning, Zhao Rui finally rode his bike home.

Halfway there, my phone rang.

It was Tian Yaru calling, saying she was going out to lunch with Zhao Ke and wouldn't be taking him along.

The little girl was clearly angry that Zhao Rui had stood her up.

If you don’t want to bring it, then don’t bring it.

Zhao Rui hung up the phone and was about to go eat at a roadside stall when Yang Fan called, saying that there would be a class reunion after the New Year, tentatively scheduled for the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

"Oh."

Zhao Rui casually agreed, then asked, "Where are you? I didn't eat lunch."

"Damn it, you haven't eaten, what's it to me?"

"I'm on Jin San Road, near the China Resources Department Store. There are girls around here."

"Holy crap, is it real or fake?"

"You'll find out when you come."

Zhao Rui promptly hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, Yang Fan arrived in his newly bought car with a flourish.

When they saw that Zhao Rui was the only one at the scene, they realized they had been tricked.

"When school starts, I'll go to your school. You have to find some really pretty martial arts girls to have dinner with me."

After humming, Yang Fan stepped on the gas and took Zhao Rui to find a place to fill their stomachs.

Around 3 PM, Zhao Rui, who was playing video games in the mall, received a notice that Tianjiao Martial Arts Academy was offering classes.

There's a martial arts class at 6:30 PM, and it starts today.

They were all elementary school students, around eleven or twelve years old.

The notification had just been issued when the Huasheng Club called, agreeing to his conditions.

He will be notified in advance to come to the martial arts school to teach.

With two jobs coming up all at once, Zhao Rui suddenly felt his life was much more fulfilling.

After playing with Yang Fan until after 5 p.m., Zhao Rui asked him to take him to Tianjiao Martial Arts School.

As soon as you enter the martial arts gym, you can hear a lot of chattering.

There were children and parents.

Surrounded by a group of parents, Mr. Song raised his hands and shouted, "The new teacher will be here soon. She is definitely a top student from Dongqi University... Parents, please be patient."

Hearing his shout, Zhao Rui frowned. It felt like this guy was advertising himself!

"Hey, the new teacher is here. I didn't lie to you, did I? Come on, parents, please register."

When Boss Song saw Zhao Rui appear, a bright smile appeared on her round face. She quickly went up to Zhao Rui and said, "Teacher Zhao, there are a lot of people today, about thirty students in total. They are all in the foundation stage. Please work hard."

Zhao Rui nodded.

He doesn't care about that; the more people, the better, so he can gain more advancement points.

After a quick preparation, Zhao Rui arrived at the training ground directly east of the martial arts school.

Thirty-three children, dressed in various martial arts uniforms, stood in four rows, looking at him with blank expressions.

"Hello students!"

Zhao Rui had never been a teacher, so he replicated his experience from when he was a child.

"Hello, coach!"

The childish voice was quite penetrating, making people feel happy just listening to it.

Being surrounded by a group of parents made him feel a little awkward.

Although these parents were outside the drill site, with barriers separating them, their distant, piercing gazes were just as powerful.

"What kind of martial arts are you all learning? Tell the teacher."

"Teacher, I've learned Taizu Changquan!"

"I learned Baguazhang!"

"I learned the Plum Blossom and Cherry Blossom Sword Technique."

……

The wide variety of martial arts skills both delighted and troubled Zhao Rui.

This looks like a hodgepodge!
Martial arts schools usually have a fixed set of martial arts techniques, which are generally not too many. This is conducive to concentrated teaching and ensures that the training is tailored to the student's specific needs.

These are all used to lay the foundation.

But these children must know fifteen or sixteen different martial arts techniques, right?

Zhao Rui turned to look at Boss Song, who was watching from the outside.

Boss Song hurriedly jumped over the partition and ran in, asking Zhao Rui if there was anything he could do for him. His attitude was impeccable.

"Your martial arts foundation is so messed up? What are the basic techniques in our martial arts school?"

Zhao Rui asked.

"Well, it's a long story. You go ahead and teach first, and I'll talk to you in detail after class."

Mr. Song scratched his cheek and said awkwardly.

"Fine!"

Zhao Rui didn't care about any of that; it was just a temporary teaching session anyway.

"Let me first assess everyone's level. Then, starting with the first person, use what you've learned to attack me. The rest of you, practice your breathing exercises and meditate, get ready."

Zhao Rui said, using his position for personal gain.

"is teacher!"

The first little fellow respectfully bowed and then unleashed a set of Taizu Long Fist techniques, attacking Zhao Rui.

"A replicable martial art has been discovered: Taizu Changquan. Should it be copied?"

"copy!"

"Is there even a choice?" Zhao Rui said, extending his right hand to block the little guy's fist while selecting to copy.

The little guy's boxing skills are decent; he knows the basic routines and has even developed some internal strength.

After the student finished performing a set of punches, Zhao Rui told him to go aside and adjust his breathing, and then let the second student take the stage.

Seeing his effortless handling and graceful movements, the parents watching gained more trust in him.

After trying this with twenty students in a row, Zhao Rui was surprised to find that there was a problem with his system.

That means you must master at least 50% of the martial arts techniques that can be replicated.

If it's below this level, it won't be recognized.

He had only ever dealt with more experienced martial artists before, and he would never have encountered this situation.

Therefore, it was not discovered.

Zhao Rui was speechless. There were really seven or eight of these kids, not even half-baked, at most just beginners.

Well, it's good enough that it exists.

Zhao Rui remained very calm.

In the following time, Zhao Rui tested all the students' martial arts skills and found that a total of ten different martial arts skills could be copied.

He then divided them into three stages according to their level: beginners, ordinary students, and advanced students.

The term "advanced student" refers to someone whose strength has reached a level where they can advance to the next rank.

After dividing the work into three parts, Zhao Rui asked Boss Song to bring the register and registered each part.

This way, the next class will be more targeted and focused on specific training.

After finishing all that, the first teaching session was basically coming to an end.

Zhao Rui assigned some homework and then ended the class.

Watching the parents pick up their children one by one, Teacher Song hurriedly stepped forward apologetically and said, "These children have all prepaid their tuition fees, but the first two coaches were not good enough, and the parents were not satisfied..."

"Oh! It's okay, I'll pay you on a daily basis."

Zhao Rui said with a slight smile.

"Forehead……"

Mr. Song smiled awkwardly and said, "I know that. Here is today's pay. I'll transfer it to you."

With a ding-dong sound, Zhao Rui received a notification on WeChat that three hundred yuan had been transferred.

He casually clicked to accept the gift, said goodbye to Boss Song, and left Tianjiao Martial Arts School.

The night was hazy, the neon lights were dazzling, and Zhao Rui was in a very good mood as he counted the ten extra reserve advancement points on his system panel.

If he learned all of these, it would be almost equivalent to what he had gained in half a year.

It seems that in the future, we can improve the quality of martial arts by looking towards higher levels, but we need to look towards lower levels to improve our cultivation.

The more common something is, the more varieties it will have.

Half an hour later, Zhao Rui rode his bike home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhao Ke sitting leisurely on the sofa, watching TV.

In front of him were cherries and other fruits that he didn't usually buy.

Who bought it?

Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"Tian Yaru bought it. She treated me to a big meal at noon, which cost over two thousand yuan!"

Zhao Ke chuckled.

"I rely on!"

Zhao Rui was speechless. He had worked hard teaching all night and only earned three hundred yuan.

Does having money mean you can do whatever you want?

……

The next day, Zhao Rui got up early and went to the grove outside the residential area to practice boxing.

You've relaxed enough; it's time to get back to your normal routine.

Once you break through to the Grandmaster realm, you won't need this kind of daily honing process anymore.

He spent the entire morning practicing and studying martial arts. In the afternoon, Huasheng Club called to say that several people wanted to book a lesson with him.

However, we need to look at its ingredients.

Zhao Rui didn't have any objections; it was a two-way choice. After hanging up the phone, he rode his bike over there.

He was approached by four young people in their early twenties, two men and two women.

The man was of average appearance, but the woman was quite attractive.

Her figure and appearance are impeccable.

They all look like models.

The four of them looked Zhao Rui up and down and then suggested that they see what Teacher Zhao was capable of.

Zhao Rui didn't hold back either, immediately unleashing a set of Prajna Palms, which immediately caught the attention of the others.

This is a skill that requires expertise; it's rarely seen on the market.

Their doubts vanished immediately, and they readily agreed to let Zhao Rui teach them.

Zhao Rui wasn't there for no reason to become a teacher; after the four interviewers finished interviewing him, he naturally had to interview the other four as well.

He then inquired about the martial arts skills the four had learned.

Upon inquiry, it turned out that two of them were unsuitable because their martial arts skills overlapped with those of the other children.

Zhao Rui could only give up on the two students in frustration.

As luck would have it, both of these students were women.

The two women's expressions immediately turned sour. They felt that Zhao Rui was being picky and putting on airs. Who wanted to train with him?

Zhao Ruilian didn't even bother to listen to these words.

After agreeing on a time for the lesson with the two male students, he turned and left the martial arts gym.

"What a show-off! Who does he think he is? Does your martial arts gym have any other instructors? It doesn't matter how much money he gets."

The two girls spoke with great confidence, clearly indicating that they came from well-off families.

"Yes, yes, of course!"

The martial arts school staff immediately greeted them with smiles and introduced them to other instructors.

At night.

Zhao Rui continued to teach the group of children at Tianjiao Martial Arts School as usual.

This time, instead of testing them one by one, he assigned them training tasks at different levels and had them train in turn.

He then provides analysis and guidance based on the different training situations.

During their training, Zhao Rui would provide targeted practical "guidance" to a particular trainee.

In this way, at least 30% can be copied every day, and a set of martial arts techniques can be copied in about three days.

The efficiency is acceptable; I estimate that by the time school starts, the entire copy will be completed.

With a job, Zhao Rui's days instantly became fulfilling.

Before we knew it, it was the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

My uncle's family drove back from the provincial capital to prepare to go back to their hometown for the Spring Festival.

In previous years, my uncle would go directly to his hometown and basically not stay in Lincheng.

This time, the uncle's family made a special detour to visit Zhao Rui's house first.

Not only did they visit, but they also brought many gifts.

His cousin even personally picked out two expensive outfits for him and a pair of designer basketball shoes.

It was said that her "brother-in-law" Zheng Huaifeng specially asked her to bring it.

Zhao Jincheng and his wife didn't know who Zheng Huaifeng was, but they could guess that their son must have done something.

Otherwise, the eldest son's family wouldn't be so polite.

Zhao Rui accepted it without hesitation.

At noon, the two families found a restaurant in the city for a meal. After the meal, the eldest son's family rushed back to Yishui County.

Zhao Rui and his family will have to wait until New Year's Eve, after Zhao Jincheng finishes work in the morning before they can go home.

During the Lunar New Year, as long as the older generation is still alive, the sons will all return to their hometown to gather together.

Because the roots are there.

After seeing off their uncle's family, Zhao Rui and his brother returned home and, together with their mother Xue Wenhui, thoroughly cleaned the house inside and out.

Let's welcome the new year with a clean and fresh look.

The New Year is here, bringing joy and happiness!
Spring is here, flowers are in bloom, and all your wishes may come true!
……

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Zhao Rui's family, having finished packing, hurriedly returned to their hometown.

This time, Zhao Jincheng received the kind of treatment he had never received in over forty years.

This made his steps feel unsteady, and he felt very unreal.

After everyone was seated in the main room, they drank tea and talked about what Zhao Rui had done.

Zhao Jincheng and his wife were utterly stunned. Their son had done all this?
Although Zhao Jinguo was unaware of what happened on the train, he still expressed his gratitude for risking his life to save Zheng Huaifeng.

As for rescuing Zhao Jinze, he, as the person directly involved, naturally described it in even more vivid detail.

This must have shocked the honest and law-abiding Zhao Jincheng and his wife.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhao Jincheng decisively picked up the broom handle from the doorway and swung it at Zhao Rui.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard! I paid money to train you just so you could risk your life?"

"If anything happens to you, how will we live?"

"Stop right there! Don't run!"

Zhao Rui wouldn't listen and ran out as fast as he could, begging for mercy, "Dad, I won't do it again."

Inside the main room, the eldest and third brothers looked at each other, feeling that the second brother's words sounded rather awkward.

So they're not worth saving?

His emotional intelligence is still the same as always!

(End of this chapter)