Garen faintly felt that his sister was acting strangely. As an adult, he immediately felt that Ying Er treated him differently. It was as if she valued every word that he said. His sister was also very careful when she was chasing him, as if she was afraid of hurting him. She used very little strength, which was why he was able to sneak attack her and knock her down.
"Let's have lunch first. You made breakfast and went out to buy fruits. Thank you for your hard work, Ying Er." He reached out and pinched his sister's cheeks. The pimples and freckles on her red cheeks seemed to have lessened a lot. It was soft and smooth when he pinched it.
"You bastard!" Ying Er slapped Garon's hand away. "Did you take the wrong medicine? You actually know how to care for others? "She looked at Garon with a puzzled expression. Although she usually tried to pretend that she was not close to her brother, in fact, she was always paying attention to Garon.
Garon's heart skipped a beat. He knew that the change was too big, so he stopped talking and withdrew his hand. "Can't I be more sensible? Why are you making such a fuss? Let's go and eat. "
After hurriedly eating, the siblings washed the plates and cutlery together. Both of them felt a little strange and quickly returned to their own rooms. After Ying Er was exposed, she always felt a little cold under her skirt. She always felt uncomfortable in front of Garon. After all, they were siblings of different fathers and mothers. Their relationship was formed by a single parent family and they were not related by blood.
Garon was in a hurry to return to his room to continue thinking about his attributes.
Standing in front of the window, he quietly looked at the light red attribute data at the bottom of his vision.
"If I can really add skills, then if I add them to archery or swordsmanship, I can participate in the competition in a short period of time and win a high prize. But it's too sudden for a student who rarely practices to win a prize. My sister Ying Er knows my situation the best. She knows that I don't usually practice archery or swordsmanship. "He pressed his hand on the glass window.
"If that's the case, then the path of swordsmanship and archery won't work. But what about the White Cloud Dojo? I've always been paying attention to the training in the dojo. If I rush to the top, it will be a good preparation and won't attract attention. Moreover, the dojo was not a school. It was an independent part of the school. Even if it was a little unusual, it would not attract attention. However, the prize money was a little too little … He could go to the dojo and ask if there were any sparring matches between the dojos. The prize money was much higher than the internal competition! That's a good idea! "
He gently stroked the glass with his hand. It was cold and smooth to the touch. "In that case, I should go to the dojo in the afternoon and ask the instructor about the specific situation."
After resting for a while in the room, Garon quietly left the room. When he passed by his sister's room, he saw Ying Er lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with red cheeks. Therefore, he did not disturb her.
She quietly put on her scarf and coat, then changed her shoes and went out. Leaving his neighborhood, Garon took the three hundred yuan that his uncle had given him and hailed a black horse-drawn carriage.
"To the White Cloud Dojo."
"Ten yuan?" The driver turned around and asked.
"Let's go." Garon nodded his head.
Sitting in the carriage, I looked out of the window on the right. The pale yellow buildings on the side passed by one after another. Soon, after turning a corner in a few minutes, the street gradually became deserted. It was replaced by rectangular grayish-white buildings. There were shops with round arches one after another, all of which sold clocks and daily necessities.
Garon carefully looked at the skills in his field of vision.
Fighting Skill: Beginner Archery: Beginner Swordsmanship: Beginner
"If I can pass the assessment and obtain the secret training method of the White Cloud Dojo, my physical fitness will be improved. Then, by stacking my attribute points and increasing my strength, my training effect will definitely be much better than anyone else of the same age! "His wine-red eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of expectation.
"If I keep using attribute points to increase one skill, I wonder how much I can increase it to. It's said that different people have different talents, so the effect of the secret training method is also very different. This can be used to hide the fact that my attributes are increasing. This way, even if the training method is slightly inferior, it can still be compared to the best training method. Now, my only hope is that I can add attribute points to the training method just like how I increase my attributes. "
Recalling the people he could find in the dojo, Garon could only ask three people. Sharmilla, Noah, and his sparring partner, the girl with short silver hair.
There was one that left a deep impression. The most outstanding student in their batch, Irwin, always obtained a ranking with overwhelming strength. Also, his attitude was always gentle, and he was a very humble and well-educated person. If there was one person who could become a true disciple of the White Cloud Dojo, it would be him.
"I can go find Irwin. That guy will definitely train at the dojo on the weekends without exception. Moreover, he must be aware of this situation. "Garen was deep in thought. He had heard of the competition between the dojos. In the Galantian province, where Huaishan City was located, the strongest and most outstanding students would be selected, and the officials would provide rewards and medals. "It can be said that this competition is a good way for the dojos to avoid vicious competition, showcase their talent, and strengthen their social status. Almost every year, the prize for the first place is never less than 100,000 yuan. The winner also has the right to participate in the Federation Wide Competition. "
While Garon was carefully organizing the information he knew, the carriage slowly slowed down and stopped.
"Sir, we have arrived at the White Cloud Dojo." The coachman's voice interrupted Garon's thoughts.
"Mm, okay." He took out some money from his pocket and handed it over. After the change was returned, he directly jumped down from the carriage.
The street was very narrow, and it gave off a messy and complicated feeling.
The ground was paved with greyish-black cobblestones, and it was a little uncomfortable to walk on. The buildings on both sides of the street were of different heights. There were red, greyish-white, and light yellow buildings. There were also many kinds of decorative patterns, such as squares, triangles, lattices, waves, arcs, and so on. It looked very messy. About ten steps ahead of where Garon was standing, there was a khaki-colored clock tower that spanned across the road. Below the clock tower was an arched doorway that allowed the street to pass through.
Sparse pedestrians continuously entered and exited through the doorway.
On the left side of the doorway, there was a white wooden sign with a white notice pasted on it. Two people stood there looking at it.
Garon walked over and stood in front of the notice to take a look.
'White Cloud Dojo Holiday Admissions Notice: Applicants under the age of 18 can enjoy a 50% discount on tuition fees. The specific fee schedule for adults is as follows … '
One of the people looking at the notice together was a teenage boy with freckles. After reading the notice, he curled his lips. "Let's go, Jim. Practicing martial arts is too tiring, and it's useless anyway. I don't care what kind of martial arts you are, I'll take you down with one shot from a pistol."
The other boy shook his head as well. The two of them walked around the wooden sign and entered the doorway. Garon was left standing there alone.
On the right side of the notice was a greyish-white building with a pointed roof. There were many red wooden strips on the door, which looked like a spider web. The red wooden door was wide open, and it was cold and quiet inside. There was only a student in khaki-colored robes cleaning the place with a broom.
Garon roughly skimmed through the notice and walked directly to the door on the right.
The student who was sweeping the floor looked up at him and did not say anything.
Garon walked through the front door, the central hall, and then the khaki-colored sports field. He walked directly to the row of short houses in the innermost part.
The row of short houses at the end of the sports field was like a straight greyish-black line. Garon walked to the left and stopped in front of the house on the far left. He could vaguely hear the sound of someone hitting a sandbag.
He gently pushed the door open. The room was a little dark and empty. There were only four black sandbags hanging against the wall in the innermost part of the room. Two men and a woman were each looking for a sandbag and hitting it rapidly. There were also three students standing by the side, helping to carry things like towels.
The sound of the sandbags hitting the floor was endless.
Garon's entry was not very noticeable. Only a student holding a Bai Mao scarf turned around to look at him, then ignored him. This was a gym where any student could come to train. It was just that the standards were a little higher. The sandbags here were very heavy and were only suitable for official students to train. If a normal student came here, they might hurt themselves.
Garon's gaze quickly fell on a boy on the far left.
The boy was bare-chested. His bronze muscles were well-defined. Sweat flowed down his back, completely drenching his grey shorts. At the moment, he was staring intently at the sandbag in front of him. He was hitting the sandbag at a moderate speed. Each hit only caused the sandbag to tremble slightly.
Garon walked over and stood to the side, waiting slowly.
After more than ten minutes, the boy finally stopped. He wiped the sweat off his face and combed his completely wet light yellow hair back. He grabbed a black towel from the rack and wiped his sweat.
"Senior Brother Irwin, I'm Garon. I'm in the same batch as you. Can I ask you something?" Garon took the opportunity to speak loudly. The room was too noisy. It was impossible to hear clearly if he did not speak loudly.
"Garon? Oh … I remember … "Irwin put down the towel and smiled gently." Just ask. We're all in the same batch. There's no need to be so formal. "
"I want to ask about the student competition."
Ten minutes later …
Garon came out of the room. He already had a rough idea about the competition. First, he had to participate in the dojo's internal competition. After getting a good ranking, he had to participate in the competition organized by two neighboring cities. After that, he had to participate in the provincial competition, and then the national competition. It was a step-by-step ladder. Only the dojo's internal competition and the inter-city competition were held within three weeks. The other competitions would be held next year or the year after.
'But if I can get the prize money, it's enough. The inter-city competition actually gave ten thousand for first place, five thousand for second, and two thousand for third. As long as I get second place, I'll be able to solve the money problem. '
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