Woojin nodded to the girl, thanked her, then turned and walked towards the second floor of the martial arts hall.
He greeted Cheng Peng and said that he was going to practice for a while so that Cheng Peng wouldn't have to wait for him and just go back first.
This is Woojin's first time going to the second floor.
On the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, as well as on the walls on both sides of the walkway on the second floor, there are photo frames hanging every other section.
The photo frames are almost full of photos of martial arts disciples and students winning prizes in fighting competitions and holding trophies.
Woojin looked at each of them.
Some of these photos have won awards in the city, some in the province, and the highest is a national-level competition.
But in the photo, the man holding the third-place trophy and belt with a big smile didn't seem to be wearing clothes from Genbu Hall.
"Crane," Woojin read out the words printed on the man's clothes.
This photo also looks very old, with the edges slightly yellowed.
"Was the former name of Yuan Martial Arts School called Crane Martial Arts School?" Woojin guessed, looking at the photo.
At this time, a slightly majestic voice sounded from behind him.
"What are you doing here?"
Woojin hurriedly turned around and saw a man of medium build and in his thirties standing about ten meters away, looking at him expressionlessly.
Woojin recognized this person's identity at a glance.
It was the coach surnamed Qin from Tuo Peng's class who gave him a great sense of oppression when he came to the martial arts gym to audit on his first day.
It was also because Cheng Peng said that he had knocked hundreds of kilograms of punches away with one punch that he aroused Woojin's strong interest in practicing martial arts.
"Hello, Coach Qin."
Woojin raised the application form in his hand and explained, "I am a student in Coach Lin Zhiqin's class, and I came to see Coach Lin to sign."
"Oh." The man's expression softened slightly, almost step by step, he walked to Woojin.
"Show me what to sign."
"Oh." Woojin handed over the application form respectfully, but secretly said in his heart: It's so fast!
I didn't see how the opponent moved, but he was in front of me at a distance of more than ten meters. It was like "shrinking into an inch"
Of course, the truth is definitely not that exaggerated. It should just be because the opponent's agility attribute or footwork level is very high.
Is this the strength of a professional-level warrior? Woojin secretly marveled.
"Formal disciple assessment application form?"
The man looked at the form, glanced at Woojin, and asked casually: "How long have you been in the martial arts gym?"
"One month and one week"
Woojin answered honestly.
"Have you mastered the three basics? Have you tested your boxing strength? How many?" The man asked one question after another.
Woojin guessed that he was helping Lin Zhiqin to review him.
It's like you were called to the office by a certain teacher.
When you arrived at the office, you accidentally bumped into the class teacher. The class teacher would definitely catch you and question you - "Why are you here?" "You didn't hand in your homework, but you still eat in class." Something?
"Did you pass this subject in the last exam?"
It's almost the same thing.
Woojin answered honestly: "My boxing strength has been tested, and it's over 100. I feel like I'm pretty good at practicing the three basics, but I still have to let Coach Lin judge."
"Yes."
The man nodded and returned the application form. He gave it to Woojin, pointed forward casually, and said,
"Go forward to the penultimate office. Coach Lin should be in there. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Coach Qin."
Woojin politely said goodbye to the man and turned around. Go straight ahead where the man is pointing.
After two or three seconds, the feeling of someone watching from behind gradually disappeared.
Woojin waited until he arrived at the door of the office the man mentioned.
Before knocking on the door, Woojin turned his head and glanced in the direction he came from.
The man's figure had long since disappeared.
Looking carefully, the old photo Woojin just looked at seemed to be missing, and there was an empty space on the wall for no reason.
"What did he do with that photo?" Woojin was confused.
But Woojin didn't think about it too much. He'd rather do his own thing first.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
Lin Zhiqin's voice soon came from inside.
"Come in."
Woojin pushed the door open and went in.
Woojin saw a small office.
There was only a desk, a coffee table, and a boxing stake in the corner.
There are some green plants in front of the window, but they are basically wilted and the leaves are yellow. It is probably because they have not been watered for a long time.
Lin Zhiqin was sitting on the sofa in front of the office coffee table and smoking. The ashtray in front of him was filled with cigarette butts.
When Woojin entered the door, he was stubbing out one in his hand.
"Who are you?" Lin Zhiqin looked at Woojin and frowned.
"Woojin, he is your student, Coach Lin." Woojin found that Lin Zhiqin was indeed unreliable.
After all, he was considered the top student in the class, but Lin Zhiqin had no impression of him at all.
Not to mention the others apparently.
No wonder the classes were becoming more and more perfunctory and those who signed up for his class were considered unlucky.
If he hadn't had a career panel and worked hard enough, the 10,000 yuan in tuition paid by his father, Li Hua, would have been wasted long ago.
"Woojin. Oh, I remembered it." Lin Zhiqin had a "sudden" look on his face, and he didn't know if he really remembered it.
He picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette and lit it again, asking Woojin: "What do you want from me?"
"I want to apply for a formal disciple assessment, so I came here specifically to ask Coach Lin for your signature."
Woojin said, handing over the application form in his hand.
Lin Zhiqin didn't even look at it, his indifferent eyes looked up and down at Woojin through the slowly spreading cigarette smoke.
"If I remember correctly, it seems that you have only been in class for a month.
And you should not have any foundation before."
"Yes."
Woojin nodded, looked at Lin Zhiqin without hesitation, and said in a serious tone: "But my boxing power has exceeded one hundred kilograms now, and I think I have practiced the three basic techniques well."
"Ha"
Lin Zhiqin heard this. I couldn't help but laugh at this.
"You said your punching strength exceeded 100 kilograms?"
"Yes. You just tested it downstairs before coming to the coach."
"Then hit me."
Lin Zhiqin held a cigarette in his hand and said with a funny face. Stand up from behind the coffee table.
Walking up to Woojin, he waved to him, "Punch me and let me feel the power of your punch. Don't worry, feel free to hit me boldly. Don't worry about me."
"Huh—" The air was torn with the fist. The sound breaks through the air.
Before Lin Zhiqin could finish a word, Woojin's fist had already hit him hard in the face.
"Coach, be careful." Woojin warned him only after punching him.
Underneath the expression of eagerness to try, he was really ruthless.
His father, Li Hua, managed to squeeze out 10,000 yuan to enroll him in classes when his family was in such a difficult situation.
Lin Zhiqin, as a coach, you are either late or leaving early every day, or you don't come at all!
There were ten classes in total, and at least six of them were for us to practice freely!
Beat you? I'm going to hit you!
"Bang!" There was a slight muffled sound.
Woojin's fist was firmly pinched by Lin Zhiqin's right hand, but his body also took a small step back.
At this time, the smile on Lin Zhiqin's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of astonishment.
He stared blankly at Woojin.
Her eyes looked as if she had only really known him from this moment on.
"I'm sorry, coach, I didn't hurt you." Woojin gently pulled his fist away from Lin Zhiqin's hand and scratched his head in "embarrassment".
"No, of course you can't hurt me without you." Lin Zhiqin recovered from his shock.
He muttered a few words.
Suddenly, he threw away the cigarette in his hand and stared at Woojin with bright eyes.
That expression was as if he had accidentally pushed aside a pile of gravel in front of his eyes, only to accidentally discover a sparkling diamond underneath!
"Quick! Show me the three basic techniques I taught you in class!"
Lin Zhiqin kept urging Woojin in a hurried tone.
(End of chapter)