The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Li Jun followed Zhou Sheng to the office.

Zhou Sheng pointed to the sofa next to him, said "Sit down," and sat down on the other side himself.

"Li Jun, the city's youth championship is at the end of October, which is this Thursday."

"This city-level competition is the last one this year. If you want to participate in the city-level competition again, you will have to wait until next year."

"The Jiangcheng Youth Championships are hosted by the provincial sports administration department and are qualified to award the third-level athlete technical grade title."

"Li Jun, you've been with the team for over three weeks now. Logically, we shouldn't be in such a rush to have you compete. But your talent is truly exceptional."

"I've never seen what the champions are like in training, but I think you're better than them all. You're the most talented kid I've ever seen."

"Therefore, I'm giving you the choice of whether or not to participate."

After Zhou Sheng finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence. However, judging from his clenched fingers, his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

Li Jun was silent for a moment before speaking, "Coach Zhou, how much of a chance do you think I have of winning the championship?"

"Keep up your usual level, and the championship will be yours for the taking!" Zhou Sheng replied without hesitation.

He watched Li Jun train every day, which is why he dared to say such things.

But Li Jun had only been in the team for a short time.

If only I had joined two, no, a month earlier!

Zhou Sheng would always help Li Jun make the decision directly.

However, it has only been three weeks.

Having only been practicing archery for three weeks, the idea of ​​directly participating in a competition with the goal of winning the championship sounds like a pipe dream.

"Coach, I'll participate!" Li Jun said calmly.

Zhou Sheng was both pleasantly surprised and a little nervous.

"Coach Zhou, since Coach Lu sent me here for training, it means he recognizes your ability and your vision."

"I believe in Teacher Lu, and I believe in you. I'm determined to win the city championship!" Li Jun said resolutely.

"Great, great!" Zhou Sheng was also fired up. "Li Jun, the city-level competition is just the beginning. If you want to participate in national and world competitions, you need to keep practicing. You'll participate in countless competitions in the future!"

……

Lu Qian looked up at the newly opened martial arts school.

Renyi Martial Arts School

"It looks pretty good."

Although his goal was to have a competition and exchange skills with his opponent, he wasn't stupid enough to just go up and say, "Coach, let's have a match."

That's not a competition, that's a challenge, and it wasn't even a formal invitation.

They won't fight you; they'll just report you for causing trouble.

Even if a fight really happens, it must be declared first, and the competition must be legally organized and conducted. This is called a challenge.

But why wasn't a visiting card sent in advance?

Lu Qian pushed open the door and went to the front desk.

The receptionist gave me a polite smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"

Lu Qian: "Hello, I'd like to know what kind of martial arts school teaches."

Receptionist: "Jiu-Jitsu, Kickboxing, Wing Chun—you can take a look at the brochure first and see if there's anything you like."

Lu Qian glanced at it briefly and said, "I see there are trial classes listed here. Can I try one first?"

The receptionist still smiled and said, "Of course, but the trial class is not free; it costs 360 yuan per session."

Lu Qian readily agreed, "No problem, will you scan me or will I scan you?"

The receptionist was taken aback by how readily she agreed.

Since the store opened, many interested people have wanted to try the trial class, but they all gave up when they heard that it cost 360 yuan per class.

It seems this person really wants to learn martial arts!

"I'll scan you here, then we'll go find the coach. Do you have any requirements for the coach?"

"I want your best one," Lu Qian said.

The receptionist's expression froze for a moment. The way she said that made it sound like she was coming to challenge them.

After a brief inquiry about his blood pressure and heart condition, the receptionist led Lu Qian to the curator.

The strongest is naturally the gym leader, so he's not afraid of even a challenge.

"Manager, this gentleman would like to attend a trial class," the receptionist said before leaving.

The curator's name was Zhao Lei. He was a burly man with a lot of fat and muscles. He was wearing a loose vest and shorts, and was barefoot on the mat, punching the sandbag in front of him.

Hearing that someone had arrived, Zhao Lei wiped his sweat, jumped down, and laughed heartily, "Hello, are you interested in martial arts?"

Lu Qian nodded. "I'm very interested, but I'd like to try a trial class first."

"No problem, what do you want to try? Jiu-Jitsu, Wing Chun, Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Jeet Kune Do, kickboxing, I know all of those," Zhao Lei said.

Lu Qian didn't know much about martial arts, but when he heard that this person knew so many different kinds, he immediately gave him a thumbs up.

"You know so much? Wow, that's amazing!"

Zhao Lei was amused, "It's alright, I've been practicing since I was little. Which one should we start with?"

"You're the professional, so you handle it," Lu Qian said, then casually added, "Director, can I try to counterattack? I'd like to see how it performs in real combat."

Zhao Lei didn't mind and nodded with a smile, "Okay, take off your shoes and come up. I'll find you some protective gear. See if it fits."

Lu Qian found wearing protective gear somewhat novel.

The closest I've ever been to martial arts was during a Tai Chi class I managed to get into in college.

He still remembers the rhyme: A watermelon is round and round, cut it in half, one half for you, one half for him...

"Director, go easy on me."

"OK, I know what I'm doing."

Put on your protective gear and stand in position.

Zhao Lei did not act casually just because Lu Qian was there for a trial class. He demonstrated his posture very correctly and even provided explanations.

"Let's take a look at Wing Chun first. You're quite familiar with it too. This is the starting stance..."

The "Dominating the World" skill, which had been active since acquisition, instantly began to exert its power.

Various exquisite martial arts techniques appeared in Lu Qian's mind, his limbs and bones radiated a slight heat, and he mastered various exquisite ways of exerting force in different parts of his body.

At that moment, he became the strongest martial arts master in the field.

The next moment, Lu Qian rushed forward.

The next moment, Lu Qian was pinned down by Zhao Lei in one move.

"This is a very simple counter-grappling technique; wide, sweeping movements can easily leave openings." Zhao Lei helped Lu Qian up.

Lu Qian nodded seriously, "Let's try again."

"Okay, this is Jeet Kune Do."

A few seconds later, he was pinned down by Zhao Lei again.

"Again."

"Okay, this is Xingyi Quan."

...

Twenty minutes later, Lu Qian stretched his arms and said, "The curator is amazing! This trial class was so worthwhile. I'll go back and rest for a bit, and come back another day."

Zhao Lei laughed heartily, "Alright, there aren't many people like you who pay money to take a trial class. I'll give you a discount next time."

Lu Qian clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute, "No problem, no problem, I'll be going now."

I won't come next time. It's tiring to pretend to be a newbie and let you beat me.

However, the harvest was quite fruitful!

I've become a martial arts master!

After Lu Qian left, Zhao Lei's smile gradually faded, and he thoughtfully moved his wrists.

The receptionist came over. "What's wrong, manager?"

"fine."

As Zhao Lei watched Lu Qian's departing figure, he sensed that something was amiss.

When I attacked just now, although I was intentionally controlling my strength so as not to hurt anyone, I didn't feel a strong sense of impact or grip when I touched the other person's body.

He doesn't seem like someone who knows nothing; he seems more like someone very capable pretending to be beaten.

Strange.

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