Practice field.
Lou Cheng glanced at the cleaning lady and said to the excited students, "Introduce yourselves, or I won't know who you are. Start from the left."
He had seen the name list of this class in Chu Weicai's office, but he couldn't match them with real people. He only knew that the active and talkative girl was Wu Ting.
The girl on the far left had short hair. She smiled sweetly and said, "I'm Zhang Qiufan, 12 years old. I'll be in the first grade of Experimental High School soon."
She was the youngest kid in the VIP class. Lou Cheng nodded slightly. He had a plan for her training, so as not to affect her physical development.
Only the VIP class had this kind of care. Which coach could take care of so many people at the same time? How could he teach according to each person's condition?
"I'm Yao Ruiwei, 15 years old. I'm in the third grade of No.1 Middle School. Uh … I'll be in the first grade of high school when school starts." The little fatty, about 1.65 meters tall and about the same weight, introduced himself.
Feifei's classmate in two months … Lou Cheng smiled and observed Yao Ruiwei's body shape. He found that Yao Ruiwei was weak on the inside and strong on the outside. He had to pay attention to the amount of training, or it would be easy to cause problems.
Damn, even my master didn't teach me so seriously!
"I'm Li Lei, 18 years old. I'm in the third grade of Tie Zhong High School. I'll be going to Hudong University soon." The oldest student in the VIP class said proudly.
He was about 1.70 meters tall, with a strong body and thick and messy eyebrows.
The teaching quality of Tie Zhong High School is average, but the fighting atmosphere is very strong. It's not bad to be admitted to Hudong University there … Lou Cheng thought casually.
Hudong University is just an ordinary key university.
…
"I'm Wu Ting, 15 years old. I'm in the No.1 Middle School." After five or six students, it was finally the turn of the girl with two ponytails and white skin. She deliberately emphasized that she was admitted by herself, as if she was afraid that others would misunderstand that she had spent money.
She had a clear spirit and a strong body. This girl must have been practicing. At least she had some martial arts experience … Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully.
By the time all the students had finished their self-introductions, he had roughly matched the names of the people and had a preliminary understanding of the physical condition of each of the ten people.
"Well, I'll teach you some Kung Fu to calm your mind and restrain your Qi. Consider it a warm-up." Lou Cheng said calmly.
Wu Ting immediately raised her hand and asked excitedly, "Coach Lou, are you going to teach us Meditation?"
This was one of the most basic things of profound martial arts!
"Don't think too much." Lou Cheng smiled. "At your age, you haven't fully matured yet. You haven't reached the level of vigorous Qi and blood of an adult. The more you practice the still stance, the more tired you get. The more you practice the still stance, the worse your spirit will be. Your body will also feel like it's hollowed out … What I'm going to teach you is just a little trick to calm your mind and collect your Qi. It will help you enter the state of tempering as soon as possible."
Among the students present, Li Lei was the only one who could try the still stance, but there was no need to give him special treatment. After all, Headmaster Chu and Qin Rui had already said that this was only for the sake of strengthening the body.
The students were first amused by his trendy humor and lost their voices. They felt that there was not much of a generation gap between them and their coach. Then they were slightly disappointed and expressed their regret for the hopeless still stance.
After a short period of calming down, Lou Cheng continued as planned. "Next, I'll teach you the Horse Stance and pole-standing."
"Horse stance? Coach Lou, you're so good. Why are you teaching us such things? I thought you were going to directly teach us the moves and force generation techniques. "Wu Ting raised her hand again and said eagerly.
"You talk too much …" Lou Cheng scolded in his heart. He smiled and said, "You don't have any foundation. Your backs are very stiff and your legs are very loose. If you don't practice your pole-standing well, even if I teach you the moves and force generation techniques now, you'll only be able to put on some fancy stances at most. Punches will be like massages."
Speaking of this, his face became serious. "Moreover, no matter how profound or powerful the martial arts are, it starts with the basic pole-standing step by step. How can a ten-thousand-foot tall building be built from the ground? Do you know how deep the foundation is? Do you know how much time and effort I've put into the basic pole-standing to get to where I am today? "
His lofty image of breaking a sandbag with one punch was still fresh in his mind. Wu Ting and the others quickly quieted down and nodded.
"… You can't stay in the Horse Stance. You have to have a rise and fall and a change in your center of gravity. It's like riding a real horse … Pay attention to my posture. I'll tell you in detail how to exert force from the feet, to the ankle joint, to the knee joint …" Lou Cheng didn't follow the script. Instead, he incorporated some of the insights he gained from his training and the insights he gained from the concealment of spirit and qi in meditation.
Zhang Qiufan, Yao Ruiwei and the others were newcomers. For the time being, they were still very enthusiastic. They listened very seriously and attentively. Soon, according to Lou Cheng's instructions, they were in the Horse Stance.
Lou Cheng walked around them and observed them one by one. He immediately pointed out if there was something wrong with the posture. If there was something wrong with the force generation, he would help them correct it with a tap of his foot or a twist of his hand.
"Remember how you feel now. This is the most suitable posture for you." Lou Cheng stood beside Zhang Qiufan with his arms crossed and reminded her.
"Yes, Coach Lou!" Zhang Qiufan was the youngest and also the most timid. She answered meticulously.
Lou Cheng took out his phone and looked at the time. He then came to Yao Ruiwei and found that the little fatty was already trembling. Sweat was gathering on his forehead.
Lou Cheng didn't say anything. He just watched for a few minutes. Suddenly, he said, "You can take a break at the side."
He always kept in mind that these half-grown kids were here to strengthen their bodies, not to practice martial arts.
Yao Ruiwei was clenching his teeth and persevering when he suddenly heard the coach's order. He suddenly felt that he was hallucinating.
He pointed at himself and asked doubtfully, "Only me?"
Only I can rest?
"Yes, you can rest for ten minutes." Lou Cheng answered with a smile.
Wu Ting, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't stand it. She shouted, "Coach Lou, you're biased! Why can he rest but we can't? "
"When you guys grow as fat as him, you can also rest in advance." Lou Cheng said half-jokingly.
Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan and the others laughed out loud. One by one, they said,
"We don't want to!"
Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the little fatty who was in pain because of his joke. He said seriously, "Yao Ruiwei, do you think I'm exposing your scars? As the saying goes, don't hit people in the face when you hit them. "
"No, no …" Yao Ruiwei lowered his head and answered.
Lou Cheng maintained a serious expression. "I've read the information and know that you weren't born fat. You came to the martial arts class this time with the intention of losing weight, right?"
"Yes." Yao Ruiwei answered honestly.
"That's why I'll remind you often and stimulate you, so that you won't forget the purpose of training, lose your motivation, and slack off … Train well, and in two months, let's see if you're still fat!" Lou Cheng suddenly emphasized.
Yao Ruiwei clenched his teeth.
"Yes, Coach Lou!"
Pole-standing training, rest, Pole-standing training, rest … Lou Cheng controlled the rhythm and let the students gradually master a few basic skills. He also increased their training load little by little.
During the break, he didn't waste any time. He opened up his stance and practiced the Thunder Roar Zen in the center of the field. Through the vibration, he catalyzed the effect of the medicine and refined his body.
In the sound of the airflow exploding, Li Lei, Zhang Qiufan and the other students were excited and eager to give it a try.
"Sounds awesome …" Yao Ruiwei, the little fatty, muttered to himself.
Li Lei took a breath and said, "When can I train to such a sound …"
Wu Ting rolled her eyes at them. "It's still too early. My dad said that if you can train to such a sound, it's already an important step in martial arts. If you're more familiar with your punches and kicks, you can even go to the Ranking Ceremony!"
After more than two hours, Lou Cheng looked at the students who were a little irritated and disgusted. He clapped his hands and said,
"Okay, that's all for the basics. Next, I'll teach you the basic moves and the corresponding force exertion skills."
Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan, and the others immediately cheered. They felt a sense of relief and became excited again. However, they soon realized that they had just jumped from one heated brick bed to another. The repetitive practice of punching and kicking was extremely boring. Their limbs were especially sore and weak.
"Coach Lou, can't you let us practice with each other? I see that the other classes are also sparring! "During the break, Wu Ting complained, feeling wronged.
"That's because they're messing around," Lou Cheng said bluntly. Lou Cheng commented bluntly. "Two rookies will only develop bad habits and make inaccurate movements. When the time comes, it will be difficult to correct them."
When he was in the martial arts special training, he was always guided by senior brothers and sisters of high ranks.
"Then we can spar with you, right? If we don't have enough time, we can pay Coach Lou to guide us alone! "Wu Ting raised her hand and suggested.
Lou Cheng laughed. "Let's talk about it after you've mastered the basic moves and force exertion skills. I'll leave some time for practice in the class. It's not worth the money."
His training intensity was only one-third of the martial arts special training. In other words, this group of half-grown kids could only practice with each other next week.
After that, he looked at the clock on the wall. "Okay, time's up. If you feel sore and tired, you can pay the physiotherapist of the martial arts school. The rest of you don't have to. Go home and do some relaxation exercises. Then you'll feel better."
After watching Lou Cheng leave the practice field, Wu Ting lowered her voice and said,
"Coach Lou is really different. I heard from other classes that their coaches like to encourage them to practice with each other. Unlike Coach Lou, he doesn't want us to practice with each other."
"It means that Coach Lou is really teaching us attentively. He doesn't need to teach us the good stuff until we practice with each other." Li Lei wiped his sweat and answered seriously.
…
After finding a physiotherapist to relax, Wu Ting returned home. She was surprised to find that her very busy father, Wu Qinggui, didn't go out.
"What a rare guest!" She felt wronged and joked.
Wu Qinggui hugged his daughter and stroked her hair. "I want to come back to accompany you whenever I'm free. How about it? How do you feel about your new coach? "
Wu Ting knew that her father started out as a martial artist, but failed to pass the Ranking Event of Professional Ninth Pin several times. Later, he switched to other industries and made a fortune, reaching the pinnacle of life. However, no matter what, his vision and knowledge were still there. He was still her idol.
So she excitedly chattered, "Our coach is super awesome. He blew up the sandbag with one punch!"
"Blew up?" Wu Qinggui asked in confusion.
Did she mean it literally or was she exaggerating?
Wu Ting gestured with her hands and said, "He really blew it up. Like this, like this, he blew it up!"
Wu Qinggui's mouth was half open. After a while, he muttered to himself,
"Is, is this something a Professional Ninth Pin can do …"
Since when did Xiushan have such a powerful fighter? And he came here to teach a half-grown child?
Wu Ting noticed the change in her father's expression. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.
Coach Lou may be many times more powerful than we thought!
…
After lunch and the Strength Training Gymnasium, the temporarily single Lou Cheng called Qin Rui and asked him to come to the martial arts school in the afternoon for guidance on still stance.
Qin Rui laughed and said, "You're free so soon? You haven't had a date with your girlfriend recently. "
Lou Cheng answered casually, "She went to her grandfather's house."
After saying that, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. How did Qin Rui know that he often saw his girlfriend?
Maybe he just asked casually … I can't reveal anything in the future …
Qin Rui hung up the phone and quickly sent a message to Jiang Fei. "Fatty Jiang, Fatty Jiang, go and ask Song Li if Yan Zheke went to her grandfather's house!"
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