Woojin Li was sitting on a black bench, holding a gray water bottle in his hand.

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

There is a big word "source" printed on the first stakes, and in front of each stake stands a student wearing a blue martial arts uniform.

The students worked hard to hit the boxing pile in front of them, making various cheering sounds in coordination with their mouths.

One after another, the atmosphere on the field was particularly lively.

Woojin looked at the lively scene intently, looking very quiet.

Until the sound of "get out of class is over" brought him out of his trance.

He stood up.

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

"Woojin!"

The person who came to Woojin was a young man of similar age to him with slightly dark skin.

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

"How's it going? Is the atmosphere in our martial arts hall very good?"

The young man began to untie the bandage on his palm.

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

Woojin 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 young man saw Woojin's intention and said quickly: "Don't worry, I'll call my uncle later and make sure he agrees to your coming here. From now on, we can have a companion when we come to class together.

Look at how skinny you are. You should learn some fighting skills to avoid being bullied when you go out."

The young man touched Woojin's shoulder lightly with his fist, then took the water bottle he handed over, unscrewed the cap, and drank heavily.

After he drank 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 activities. If you sign up for classes now, you will get a much better discount than usual." "Yeah." Woojin said, nodding his head but didn't answer.

The young man didn't say anything more. He just said, "I'm going to take a shower. You can wait for me in the hall for a while," and hurried away.

Woojin watched the boy go away, then picked up the backpack on the chair, turned around, and walked towards the gate of the venue.

The boy's name is Cheng Peng, and his classmate and best friend is an enthusiast of deep-fighting sports.

I heard that he recently wanted to sign up for an extracurricular interest class that could exercise and improve his physique, so he forcefully dragged him to the martial arts gym where he usually trained to "audit."

After persuading him earnestly, he wished he could sign up and join immediately.

Woojin came to the entrance of the martial arts hall and stood on the steps.

Above his head is a huge signboard with the ancient Chinese character "Yuan."

Source martial arts hall.

There is an enrollment advertisement posted on the wall at the door.

On it were simply written words such as "Guwu," "Strengthening," "Fighting," "Summer Enrollment Warm-up," and "Special Offers."

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

During this period, people kept passing by him.

Men and women, everyone appeared confident and flamboyant.

Compared with them, the thin Woojin looked lifeless.

Woojin looked at these people with some envy.

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

The body after time travel is weak and thin, and lacks exercise for a long time.

The phrase "thin dog" is the most appropriate way to describe it.

This is why he is eager to change.

Practicing martial arts and learning fighting skills seems to be a very good choice.

However, the high tuition fees made Woojin hesitate.

"Based on the current situation at home, there is a high probability that I will not be allowed to sign up for this martial arts class. The price is too much beyond my parents' expectations."

Woojin thought silently in his heart.

"Goodbye, coach."

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

He saw Cheng Peng, who had changed his clothes after taking a shower, appeared at the door of the martial arts gym at some point.

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

As if noticing Woojin's gaze, the man glanced in his direction casually.

Looking into those eyes, Woojin suddenly felt a tingling feeling in his heart.

It was as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast, and the hairs on the back of his hands almost exploded.

"Bang bang—bang bang—"

Woojin felt his heart beating rapidly and finally suppressed the throbbing.

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

"Who is this person?"

Woojin kept calm on his face and pretended to be casual as he asked Cheng Peng, who was walking in front of him.

"Who?"

Cheng Peng looked back, following Woojin's gaze, and soon showed a surprised expression.

"You are talking about him, the coach of our martial arts school is a very powerful fighting master. You don't know that our coach can punch the boxing pile used by the students for training seven or eight meters away! It is not an exaggeration. It is a direct hit with one punch. Fei, I saw it with my own eyes. That scene, tut tut."

When Cheng Peng said this, his face showed signs of envy and admiration unconsciously, and Woojin was even more stunned when he heard it.

He had just seen the boxing pile used by Cheng Peng and the others for training. It must have weighed over a hundred kilograms.

A punch that can knock something weighing over a hundred kilograms away seven or eight meters? How much punching power does this require? Boxing champions in previous lives may not be able to do it.

Although he didn't know how much Cheng Peng's emphasis on "no exaggeration" really meant, Woojin could not help but feel a stronger impulse in his heart.

Then this impulse quickly turned into greater helplessness.

"Coach Qin is the direct disciple of the gym owner, that's why he is so good. It is said that he has won awards in provincial fighting competitions."

"Hey, it would be great if one day I could be accepted by the gym owner as his direct disciple. No, even just becoming Coach Qin's official disciple is enough. Then why don't I kill people randomly in school? ."

Cheng Peng was still chattering, but Woojin had no intention of listening anymore.

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

"I'm going home."

Uh,"

Cheng Peng's conversation stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he looked at Woojin's back.

"Aren't you going to go online with me? Didn't we agree to get points together?

"Who told you, I want to go home and eat."

"Gan, dove me again!"

Cheng Peng raised his fists towards Woojin's retreating figure.

Ten minutes later, Woojin was already sitting on a bus.

"There are 638 yuan and 50 cents in the mobile wallet. Including the class scholarship rewards for progress in the first two monthly tests, the total is less than 2,000 yuan. It's too far off."

Woojin put down the phone in his hand and sighed softly.

His original idea was to tell his parents to sign up for an ordinary sports class, and then secretly sign up for a martial arts class after getting the money, use your own small treasury to fill the insufficient part.

But after a rough calculation, he found that this idea is simply not feasible. The cheapest course package at Yuanwu Hall is more than twice the price of ordinary sports interest classes.

Between the two The difference was too big, that part was empty, and the little money he had saved was far from enough.

Although he now has a strong curiosity about fields that he has never touched in this life or two.

But the cruel reality is before him. He had no choice but to give up.

Woojin had never considered asking his parents to pay all the money to enroll him in a martial arts class.

Recently, his grandfather suffered a cerebral infarction and needed a lot of money for surgery.

The family's small shop encountered financial problems again. .

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

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

If he just wanted to exercise, he could just run by himself every day.

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

clearance and clearance! " Clearance for all! On the last day, everyone is on clearance!"

"."

The news was playing on the bus's on-board TV, and the sound of the speakers from the shops along the street came from the window. Woojin leaned on the hard seat of the bus and stared at the hurriedly passing street scene outside for a while. He was stunned. He was about to hear the announcement of arrival at the destination station.

He got out of the car through the back door.

The sunshine at eleven o'clock in the morning in June, with its bursts of steaming heat, caught him off guard.

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

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

(End of this chapter)