Zhang Zian first went back to the guest bedroom and changed into his gray Chinese tunic suit. In fact, this kind of tight and elastic suit was not suitable for practicing martial arts. There was always the danger of his crotch splitting open, but this suit looked more handsome … He could clearly see that there were several young and beautiful foreign girls in the crowd of onlookers.
He opened the door again, and this time he was mentally prepared. He immediately saluted gracefully with his hands folded.
What greeted him was another round of cheers and applause. This usually quiet neighborhood was like Halloween. Almost everyone raised their phones and aimed at him, taking pictures or videos. Zhang Zian even noticed that there was a professional reporter and cameraman on the sidelines.
The television industry in the United States was very developed. There were so many television stations that even private individuals could apply for a television station license. Looking at the shabby appearance of the reporter and cameraman, who didn't even have a dedicated broadcast van, it was probably not a big national television station. Zhang Zian despised them strategically, but paid attention to them tactically. He quietly straightened his clothes a little more …
As soon as she saw him come out, the female reporter immediately raised the microphone to him. "Hello, my name is Jane. I'm a reporter from a local television station. I heard that you are a Kung Fu master from China? Can you accept a brief interview with us? "
The female reporter spoke very quickly. Zhang Zian could roughly understand what she was saying. Although he had only been in the United States for a few days, he felt that his English was much better than before. After all, he was surrounded by people who spoke English. That kind of immersive learning atmosphere could not be replicated in China.
Zhang Zian was interviewed by a reporter for the first time in his life, and it was a female reporter at that. He was more or less nervous. However, he was not the one who was responsible for speaking. Richard was not the slightest bit nervous. It had been interviewed many times before.
"I am. What do you want to ask? But please hurry up, I'm in a hurry, "Richard said. Zhang Zian matched the movements of his mouth.
Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, how long have you been in the United States? What do you think of this place? "
She was wearing a gray professional suit. She looked average, but she was full of enthusiasm and energy.
"A few days. The neighbors are very nice and very hospitable. I really enjoy my life here. "Richard responded appropriately.
"I heard that you practice martial arts here every morning, right? Are you going to practice today? " Jane asked again, her tone full of expectation. After all, her purpose here was not just to interview. If she could film the scene of him practicing martial arts, she should be appreciated by the boss of the station — it should be noted that she was the only one here at the moment. In other words, this was an exclusive interview!
Exclusive interview! There weren't many chances like this.
"Of course," said Richard positively.
Hearing its words, the audience, who had been worried that they had come for nothing, felt relieved.
"That's great! Can we film the whole process? I noticed that everyone is looking forward to your performance. It must be very exciting! "Jane said.
"No, no, you're mistaken about one thing." Richard corrected him, imitating Zhang Zian's pretentious tone. "I don't practice martial arts to perform, but to follow my heart. I balance the five elements in my body through breathing, and I draw the 'Qi' from heaven and earth for my own use. Through boxing, I integrate with nature and reach the realm of the unity of man and nature."
Jane was confused, but she finally knew that this Kung Fu Master was very powerful. As for whether it was true or not, she didn't care, as long as it could make a big news.
It was early in the morning, and Zhang Zian estimated that it was still early. The CFA competition couldn't start so early, so he slowly walked back to the center of the lawn, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and breathed.
Someone suddenly exclaimed, "Look over there! Look at the lawn in front of the master! "
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the cameraman also adjusted the focus, aiming at the green grass in front of Zhang Zian.
Today's weather was very good, and there was no wind at all. However, as Zhang Zian's chest rose and fell, the lawn also seemed to be shaking back and forth — when Zhang Zian inhaled, the grass and leaves fell in his direction, conversely, when he exhaled, the grass and leaves fell in the opposite direction.
The audience present, including Jane, were stunned. In their view, it was Zhang Zian's breathing that caused such a strange phenomenon, but in fact, it was just Richard's two wings flapping from side to side …
"Did you get it?" Jane asked the cameraman nervously.
The cameraman made an "OK" gesture.
What the hell was this? Magic? Supernatural powers? Aliens? Jane muttered in her heart. When she went to Chinatown, she had also seen some Chinese people performing martial arts, and occasionally saw monks from China performing the Hard Qigong of flying needles to break glass, but no one could make the grass a few feet away sway back and forth just by breathing …
The rising sun shone on Zhang Zian's face, and with his solemn expression, and most importantly, the awe in people's hearts, he looked faintly holy.
After a few minutes of breathing, Zhang Zian jumped up, took out his trump card, and performed a set of Wing Chun Kung Fu with all his strength.
Tim and Lauren also came out of the house, and looked at their lawn distressingly — with Zhang Zian's steps, twisting, punching, kicking, and poking, clear footprints were left on the lawn, and the broken grass and leaves were scattered in the mud. It seemed that the lawn trimming a few days ago was a waste of effort …
After the practice, Zhang Zian stopped, and won several times more cheers and applause than yesterday.
Seeing that it was getting late, he waved to Jane and the others, indicating that it was over for today.
Richard said, "Sorry, everyone, I still have something to do. I have to go to the CFA competition, and it will be too late if I don't go now."
After that, Zhang Zian called Fina, and took it to Tim's family station wagon. He sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, and Fina jumped into the passenger seat.
The audience was very regretful, and reluctantly dispersed. Some people asked Tim and Lauren if they would continue tomorrow, but the couple said they didn't know.
"Wait a minute!" Jane chased after him and knocked on the window with her knuckles.
Zhang Zian rolled down the window glass, "What's up?"
"What did you just say? CFA? "Jane asked curiously. She didn't raise cats, and she didn't know what CFA was. Seeing that the Kung Fu Master from China was about to drive away, she had no time to inquire about it, so she could only come over and ask directly.
Richard explained a little.
Jane rolled her eyes, and with the keen intuition of a news reporter, she thought that this might be a good subject — the multiple identities of the China Kung Fu Master? It seemed to be worth further follow-up and exploration.
"Sir, do you mind if we go with you?" she asked. "I'm also very interested in this competition, and I promise I won't disturb you."
Of course, she was not interested in the cat competition. She just said that to win Zhang Zian's favor, and he agreed to let her follow the whole interview. Zhang Zian's magical performance just now was an eye-opener for her, and at the same time, she had a strong curiosity about the truth. She wanted to know more about this mysterious China man. She had made up her mind that whether Zhang Zian agreed or not, she would drive with him. She could not let go of this rare opportunity. Otherwise, when she returned to the station, she would definitely be scolded by her boss.
Zhang Zian thought about it. It didn't matter to him, but he didn't know whether CFA would agree to let her shoot, but it was none of his business.
He nodded in agreement and pointed to the map that Tim gave him. Richard said knowingly, "Of course I don't mind. In addition, I'm not very familiar with the nearby area. If it's okay, please drive in the front, and I'll follow you to the place marked on the map. "
Jane took the map, glanced at it, and recognized that it was a stadium in the neighboring county.
"No problem! Leave it to me! I'm going to drive now! "
Jane took the map and went to whisper to the accompanying photographer. Although the photographer was a little dissatisfied with the extra work, he was persuaded by her in exchange for today's lunch.
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