Lu Yuan sat on a black bench, holding a gray water bottle in his hand.

About twenty meters in front of him, there were more than thirty black fist poles that were almost as tall as a person on the ground covered with a thick cushion.

The big word "Yuan" was printed on the fist poles, and a student in a blue martial arts uniform stood in front of each pole.

The students hit the fist poles in front of them with all their strength, and made various shouts and cheers in coordination.

The atmosphere on the field was particularly lively.

Lu Yuan stared at the lively scene steadily, and the whole person seemed very quiet.

Until a voice of "get out of class dismissed" pulled him back from his trance.

He stood up.

He took the initiative to meet a figure that was running towards him quickly through the crowd.

"Lu Yuan!"

The person who came in front of Lu Yuan was a boy of the same age as him, with slightly dark skin.

He has a pair of very thick eyebrows, slightly curly hair, a strand of wet hair sticking to his forehead, and his whole body exudes a kind of heat after intense exercise.

"How is it, the atmosphere of our martial arts hall is good, right?"

The boy began to untie the bandage wrapped around his palm.

"Martial arts can also be used for self-defense, which is much more useful than those badminton, swimming and other sports you mentioned before."

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, handed over the water bottle in his hand, and said, "I have to go back and discuss it with my parents."

The boy saw Lu Yuan's intention and said quickly, "Don't worry, I'll call my uncle later and make sure he agrees to let you come here.

We can have a companion when we come here to attend classes in the future.

Look at your skinny appearance, you should learn some fighting skills to avoid being bullied when you go out."

The boy gently touched Lu Yuan's shoulder with his fist, then took the water bottle he handed over, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it in big gulps.

After he finished drinking most of the bottle of water in one breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued, "And our martial arts school is holding an event. If you sign up for a class now, it will be much more favorable than usual."

"Yeah."

Lu Yuan hummed and didn't respond.

The boy didn't say anything else. He left a sentence "I'm going to take a shower. You wait for me in the hall for a while" and ran away in a hurry.

Lu Yuan watched the boy go away, then picked up the backpack on the chair and turned to walk towards the gate of the venue.

The boy's name is Cheng Peng. His classmate and best friend is a deep fighting sports enthusiast.

Hearing that he wanted to sign up for an extracurricular interest class that can exercise and strengthen his physique recently, he forced him to "audit" in the martial arts hall where he usually trains.

He persuaded him earnestly, wishing that he would sign up and join in immediately.

Lu Yuan came to the door of the martial arts hall and stood on the steps.

Above his head was a huge sign with the ancient word "Yuan".

Yuan Martial Arts Hall.

There was a recruitment advertisement on the wall at the door.

It simply said "Guwu", "Strengthening the Body", "Fighting", "Summer Recruitment Warm-up", "Special Offer" and other words.

Lu Yuan stared at the price information marked on the advertisement for a long time, and finally chose to turn his head away and stop looking.

During this time, people kept passing by him.

Men and women, everyone looked confident and flamboyant.

Compared with them, the thin Lu Yuan looked like he had no aura.

Lu Yuan looked at these people with some envy.

To be honest, he was still very moved by Cheng Peng's suggestion.

This body after crossing over was weak and thin, and lacked physical exercise for a long time.

It couldn't be more appropriate to describe it as a "thin dog".

This is also the reason why he was eager to change.

Practicing martial arts and learning fighting skills at the same time seems to be a very good choice.

But.

The high tuition fee made Lu Yuan hesitate.

"Given the current situation at home, it is highly likely that they will not agree to my enrolling in this martial arts interest class.

The price is far beyond my parents' psychological expectations."

Lu Yuan thought silently in his heart.

"Goodbye, coach."

Cheng Peng's voice came from his ears, attracting Lu Yuan to turn his head and look.

He saw Cheng Peng, who had taken a shower and changed his clothes, had appeared at the door of the martial arts hall at some point.

He was waving goodbye to a man of medium build in his thirties.

As if noticing Lu Yuan's gaze, the man glanced at him inadvertently.

When he met those eyes, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a burst of hair in his heart.

It was as if he was stared at by some beast, and the hair on the back of his hand almost exploded.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-"

Lu Yuan felt his heart beating fast, and it was difficult to suppress the throbbing.

Looking again, the man who gave him such an unprecedented sense of oppression had turned around and entered the martial arts hall.

"Who is this person?"

Lu Yuan kept his composure on his face, pretending to ask Cheng Peng who walked in front of him casually.

"Who?"

Cheng Peng looked back along the direction of Lu Yuan's gaze, and soon showed a look of realization.

"You are talking about him, the coach of our martial arts school, a very powerful fighting master.

You don't know, our coach can punch the fist pole used by students for training seven or eight meters away!

It's not an exaggeration at all, it's really a punch that directly knocks the students away, I saw it with my own eyes.

That scene, wow"

Cheng Peng's face unconsciously showed envy and admiration when he said this, and Lu Yuan was even more shocked when he heard it.

He had just seen the fist pole used by Cheng Peng and his friends for training, which was estimated to be about 100 kilograms.

One punch can knock a hundred kilograms of things seven or eight meters away?

How much punching power does it take?

Even the boxing champion in the previous life may not be able to do it.

Although he didn't know how much water there was in Cheng Peng's emphasis on "not exaggerating at all", Lu Yuan couldn't help but feel a stronger impulse in his heart.

Then this impulse quickly turned into greater helplessness.

".Coach Qin is the master's personal disciple, so he is so powerful.

It is said that he has won awards in the provincial fighting competition."

"Hey, if I can be accepted as a personal disciple by the master one day, that would be great.

No, even if I just become a formal disciple of Coach Qin, it would be enough.

Then why don't I kill people in school?"

Cheng Peng was still chattering, but Lu Yuan didn't want to listen anymore.

He pulled the backpack on his body and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

"I'm going home."

"Uh"

Cheng Peng stopped talking abruptly, and looking at Lu Yuan's back, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"You won't go online with me? Didn't we agree to work together to improve our scores?"

"Who said that? I want to go home and eat."

"Fuck, you've stood me up again!"

Cheng Peng raised his fist at Lu Yuanyuan's back.

Ten minutes later, Lu Yuan was already sitting on a bus.

"There are 638.5 yuan in my mobile wallet.

Add the class scholarship I got for my progress in the previous two monthly tests, and the total is less than 2,000 yuan.

It's too far away."

Lu Yuan put down his phone and sighed softly.

His original idea was -

Tell his parents to sign up for an ordinary sports interest class, and then secretly sign up for a martial arts class after getting the money, and use his own small treasury to make up for the shortfall.

But after a rough calculation, he found that this idea was not feasible at all.

The cheapest course package at Yuanwuguan is more than twice the price of an ordinary sports interest class.

The difference between the two is too big, and that part is empty, and the money he saved is far from enough.

Although he now has a strong curiosity about the field that he has never been exposed to in this or that life.

But the cruel reality lies before him, and he can only choose to give up.

Lu Yuan has never considered the idea of ​​asking his parents to pay for his martial arts class.

Recently, his grandfather had a stroke and needed a large sum of money for surgery.

The family shop encountered financial problems again.

At this critical moment, he really couldn't open his mouth.

If it weren't for the unified examination that required a sports specialty, he wouldn't even want to go to ordinary interest classes.

If it was just to exercise, running every day would be fine.

". At 3:27 pm on June 5, my country's third extraterrestrial base was officially completed. The first batch of personnel has been determined. It is understood that the list includes"

"Clearance! Clearance! Last day, clearing everything!"

"."

The news was playing on the TV on the bus, and the sound of the loudspeakers of the shops along the street came in from the window.

Lu Yuan leaned on the hard back of the bus seat, staring at the street scene outside for a while, and soon heard the announcement of the arrival of the destination station.

He got off the bus from the back door.

The sun at 11 o'clock in the morning in June brought bursts of steaming heat, catching him off guard.

He crossed the road, then quickly hid under the shadow of the building and walked straight along a road.

Soon, a small shop with white letters on a red background and "Xinghua Food Store" printed on it came into his sight.