In his dream, Lou Cheng had made tremendous progress in learning martial arts. In just a few years, he had won the favor of the real martial arts circle, defeated Qian Donglou as a greenhorn, won the title of Warrior Sage, and stood at the pinnacle of domestic martial arts alongside Dragon King Chen Qitao. At the same time, he had gained countless fans, various support groups, and was pursued by many beautiful girls. However, he stuck to his principles and only asked his heart, resisted all kinds of temptation, and finally stepped into the wedding hall with Yan Zheke, surrounded by Cai Zongming, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao, Zhang Jingye, and other classmates and childhood friends. In front of them, his tired father and mother were eagerly waiting.
But at this moment, Lou Cheng found that his skin was little by little black, and the blood vessels inside seemed to be burning fiercely. Then his back was covered with white frost, and cold air was coming out, as if he had fallen into an Antarctic iceberg, exactly like the dead herring.
Inexplicably frightened, he turned his head and felt that Yan Zheke was looking at him with such strange and fearful eyes.
"Ah!"
Lou Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on his side, curled up. A glimmer of light shone in from the window and dyed the dark dormitory dim. The bed, table, chair, and mosquito net in his sight were both familiar and strange at the same time, as if he didn't know he was a guest in a dream.
Stunned for a moment, he took a few deep breaths and finally figured out where he was and what he was doing.
"I had a nightmare …" Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, Lou Cheng was in a trance for a moment. The dream had become blurred, and he only remembered that it carried all his fantasies, all his fantasies, and all his fears.
Picking up the phone and turning on the screen, he found that it was not yet seven o 'clock. He wanted to catch up on sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep. Tossing and turning, he finally got up at seven o' clock, walked out of the small dormitory, and went into the bathroom.
After finishing all this, he sat in the living room and browsed the forum on his mobile phone for a while. When he saw the posts posted by the veterans in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but smile. He gradually calmed down and looked forward to his own martial arts after he got the Jindan, today's martial arts class, and Yan Zheke's "See you in the martial arts class tomorrow"!
Lou Cheng began to get excited. When he returned to the small dormitory, he ignored Zhao Qiang, who had woken up sleepily and was preparing for the morning foreign language study. He opened his wardrobe and took out a new martial arts suit.
This was the authentic martial arts suit of the Longhu Club, a gift from Lou Cheng after he graduated from high school. It had a navy blue base and a traditional and modern design. It was simple yet textured. It was close to a martial arts suit, but it was slightly loose so as not to restrict the strength of the muscles. After wearing it, as long as the wearer wasn't too dispirited, he would feel energetic.
After changing into his martial arts suit and tying up his cuffs and legs, Lou Cheng went to the washroom again. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw an emblem of an Azure Dragon and a White Tiger coiling around each other on his left chest. It was decorated with cloud and wind patterns, showing the top power it represented.
Brushing his hair with water, Lou Cheng grinned at himself.
"Not bad!"
"What a show-off!" Cai Zongming yawned as he walked in and mocked Lou Cheng.
Lou Cheng clicked his tongue and said, "I wonder which show-off uses men's care products every day."
"Hey, I have to be worthy of my face!" Cai Zongming walked to the squatting seat inside. Obviously, he didn't wake up early like Lou Cheng and Zhao Qiang because he drank too much last night.
Listening to their conversation, Zhao Qiang, who was washing beside them, rolled his eyes at them. He watched Cai Zongming enter the squatting seat and closed the door. Then he said, "You'd better go do your crosstalk. It's early in the morning again!"
"Haha." Lou Cheng laughed. "It's mainly because Little Ming is a troublemaker!"
He said as he walked out of the washroom, changed into black practice shoes, and waited for Cai Zongming to finish his breakfast.
While waiting, he logged into QQ. He wanted to talk to Yan Zheke, but he didn't want to. He felt that he would scare her if he was too eager. So he just looked at the messages in the freshmen group and the class group, and then went to check the "talk about" of his friends. Unexpectedly, he found that Yan Zheke had updated a status ten minutes ago.
"Tired as a dog! But very happy! Today I'll help those who get up late taste breakfast. You're welcome! "
"So cute …" Lou Cheng said to himself and patted his cheek gently. He had forgotten to check Yan Zheke's previous updates yesterday.
This was not only his desire to know more about her, but also a way to know more about her!
While Lou Cheng was browsing Yan Zheke's previous updates, Cai Zongming finished tidying up and walked over with a yawn.
"Cheng, you're smiling like a pervert. You must be hiding something. Tell me, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Lou Cheng smiled and closed QQ, putting away his phone.
Cai Zongming glanced at him, shook his head and said, "This is what a young man looks like when he's in love!"
They went out of the dormitory and went to the nearest cafeteria to drink soy milk, tea eggs, and soup dumplings. Then they walked slowly to the martial arts club stadium.
…
The teaching buildings of Songcheng University formed a triangle with the dormitory area. Among them, there was a small three-story building near the lake. It was exquisitely built and complemented the lake. It was the school's office building, at the level of a school.
In a room on the left side of the third floor of the small building, there was a sign that said "Principal's Office". Steam filled the air inside. A black-haired old man in his fifties was enjoying the tea ceremony.
Opposite him sat an old man in his seventies or eighties. He was wearing an old white T-shirt. His hair was all white, but he didn't have many wrinkles.
The old man's eyes were half closed. His nostrils were moving as if he was breathing in the fragrance of tea.
"Ah, ah, ah choo!"
The loud sneeze shook the whole office. The black-haired old man in a suit trembled and almost threw the Yixing clay teapot away.
"Can't you be quiet for five minutes?" The old man in a suit said grumpily.
The white-haired old man rubbed his nose. "If you were pouring wine instead of making tea, I promise I'd be as quiet as your old dog."
"Okay, okay, if you can bring the Martial Arts Club to the national competition, you can choose one bottle of wine from my wine cabinet or cellar. If you enter the top eight, you can choose three bottles. If you win the championship, I'll let you drink in my cellar for one night!" The old man in a suit waved his hand as if he was giving a speech. "As the principal and a martial arts enthusiast, I'm afraid this is the last chance for me to see the Songcheng University Martial Arts Club rise again!"
Gulp. The old man in the white T-shirt swallowed his saliva and laughed dryly.
"It's a deal! Actually, we're brothers. I have to help even if you don't ask, right? "
"Just wait for my good news!"
After watching the old man leave the office, the principal waited for five minutes before he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Yuejian. Your dad didn't go back on his word."
"Don't worry. I promise he'll have something to do. He won't waste his time at home."
"Don't mention it. Your dad and I have known each other since we were kids!"
…
In the woods by the lake, the old man looked at the ripples with his ears slightly moving. He took a sip of wine from the metal flask, sighed, and smiled.
…
In the Martial Arts Club gymnasium, there were many members because it was the first martial arts class. Even Qiu Zhigao from Lou Cheng's dormitory showed up.
Lou Cheng raised his head and looked around, looking for traces of Yan Zheke and ignoring Cai Zongming beside him, which made him lament in a low voice that he cared more about the opposite sex than his humanity.
Looking around, Lou Cheng saw a familiar figure. Yan Zheke walked out of the women's locker room.
Her black hair was tied up, and she wore a plain white martial arts suit with a circling dragon and tiger emblem on her chest. It was the other version of the Longhu Club's martial arts suit.
They looked at each other and saw each other's clothes. They couldn't help but smile tacitly.
When Lou Cheng was about to go up and say hello, Chen Changhua, the president of the Martial Arts Club, and Lin Que, who was slender and clean, came out of the men's locker room one after the other. Both of them pursed their lips, and the atmosphere between them was very tense.
"Everyone, line up according to your current position. The new instructor will be here soon." Chen Changhua stood in front of the crowd and shouted loudly.
Everyone was trained in military training, so they quickly lined up. Lin Que casually walked to the front of Lou Cheng's line. Chen Changhua glared at him, but Lin Que remained indifferent.
At this time, a black shadow was reflected at the gate of the martial arts gymnasium, and then an old man came in. He wore an old white T-shirt, and there was no black in his hair. His skin was good, and he didn't have as many wrinkles as expected.
"Mr. Shi." Chen Changhua greeted him.
Geezer Shi nodded slightly and signaled him to join the line. Then he stood in front of the line and coughed twice.
"My surname is Shi. From today on, I'll be the martial arts instructor of you kids. You can call me Coach Shi or Geezer Shi. I've always been an easy-going person. I respect the old and love the young."
Respect the old and love the young … respect the old? It's hard to find someone older than you, right? Lou Cheng looked at Cai Zongming and complained silently in his heart. Little Ming obviously had the same opinion.
Geezer Shi continued with a smile.
"In November, the regional competition of the National University Martial Arts Competition will start. The principal hopes that we can surpass last year's result, so the martial arts class three times a week is obviously not enough. Therefore, I plan to gather the students who are likely to become the main fighters and have special training every day, from eight to twelve o 'clock in the morning. Don't worry, the principal has already agreed. As long as you participate in the special training, he will help you change the class in the morning to the same class in another time, such as in the evening."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked and immediately started whispering to each other.
"We have to practice every morning without holidays. Hehe, where will we have time to play games, fall in love, or relax?" Cai Zongming complained in a low voice.
The freshman classes were not very tight, but after devoting every morning to martial arts practice and various classes and sleeping, there was very little free time for them to do whatever they wanted.
Lou Cheng listened to the discussion around him and fell into a strange silence. He just responded to Cai Zongming with a few words.
Geezer Shi took the opportunity to take out a roster and shouted in a hoarse voice,
"Lin Que, do you want to participate in the special training?"
Lin Que answered coldly, "Yes."
"Good, next, Chen Changhua, what about you?" Geezer Shi continued.
Chen Changhua glanced at Lin Que and gnashed his teeth. "Yes!"
"Wu Dong, what about you?"
"Yes!"
"Sun Jian?"
"Yes!"
"Lin Hua?"
"Yes!"
…
"Li Mao?"
"Yes!"
Geezer Shi read out the names of the students of Amateur Sixth Pin and above. Most of them chose to participate, but there were a few who did not.
"Cai Zongming?" He read out the names of the freshmen fighters.
Cai Zongming said without hesitation, "Coach, I'd better not participate. Study is more important!"
Geezer Shi continued reading indifferently,
"Qiu Zhigao?"
"Me, me too." Qiu Zhigao answered.
"Guo Qing?"
"Yes!"
…
After that, Geezer Shi took out the flagon and drank a mouthful of wine. Then he said slowly,
"Of course, the Martial Arts Club is open to everyone. Students who are not of Amateur Sixth Pin and above can also sign up for the special training. Isn't there a saying that goes, participation is the most important, and the most important thing is to strengthen the body. Well, for such students, the requirements of the special training will be lowered accordingly. Well, who wants to join? Raise your hand and sign up. "
The members of the Martial Arts Club looked at each other in silence for a moment. Although they loved martial arts, it was another matter to spend so much time practicing every day and most of their leisure time. Moreover, the special training must be very tiring and tough, even if the requirements were lowered!
In the silence, suddenly someone raised his hand. Cai Zongming turned around and his eyes almost popped out. He could not believe his eyes because it was Lou Cheng who raised his hand.
Lou Cheng said loudly,
"Coach Shi, I want to participate in the special training!"
His voice was slightly loud and echoed in the team.
Running could make the Jindan move slowly by itself. Would the formal and hard martial arts training help to digest and absorb it?
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