Ten minutes later.
When Woojin finished practicing the three fundamental techniques of basic boxing, basic kicking, and basic footwork in front of Lin Zhiqin.
The eagerness in Arya Liu's eyes when she looked at Woojin rose to another level.
"Not bad, not bad, I should say very good."
Lin Zhiqin looked at Woojin with admiration and did not hesitate to praise him.
"There are not many people in the advanced class who can practice these three fundamental skills to your level."
"You can practice what I teach to this level in a month.
It proves that your martial arts talent is very good, very good." Well, I was born for martial arts."
This sentence, coupled with Lin Zhiqin's current expression, really feels like he has successfully imitated the master and deceived people.
However, Woojin's goal has been achieved.
This is the effect he wants.
Yes, I am a genius.
Don't you, Lin Zhiqin, look down on our beginner class? You ask us to practice freely every day.
I want to tell you today that even if I practice freely, I can reach the level of an official martial arts disciple!
Is this considered a slap in the face of Lin Zhiqin in disguise?
"What about the signature?"
Woojin glanced at the application form that Lin Zhiqin casually placed on the coffee table.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot."
Lin Zhiqin laughed, his cheerful look completely different from before.
"I'll sign it for you now."
He took a pen from the pen holder on his desk, sat down in front of the coffee table, took the application form, and was about to write his name in the coach's signature column.
Woojin stared at the pen signed by Lin Zhiqin and at the electronic clock hanging on the wall.
It was now 11:08 noon, already past the time when the martial arts gym got off work.
After being delayed here for so long, I don't know if I can hand in the application form when I go back.
Woojin was thinking in his heart.
Suddenly, when he saw Lin Zhiqin's half-written signature, he stopped writing.
He looked up at the time on the wall, and then said to Woojin.
"It's time for dinner, why don't we go have dinner first?"
"Uh" Woojin looked stunned, not knowing what Lin Zhiqin was going to do.
How many seconds did it take to sign your name? Did it delay your meal?
Can't you sign and then eat?
"Coach Lin."
Woojin had a troubled expression on his face. "The person collecting the forms downstairs is still waiting for me."
"It's okay. I'll just hand it in for you later."
Lin Zhiqin waved his hand, stood up and greeted Woojin directly. Walk towards the door.
"Eat first.
I know there is a good restaurant near the martial arts gym. Let's go there now."
Woojin was reluctantly taken out by Lin Zhiqin. He could only watch the application form lying alone on the coffee table in the office, and finally disappeared from his sight as the door closed.
"What kind of nonsense rule is this? You have to have the coach's signature to apply for an assessment!"
"What kind of nonsense coach is this? It doesn't matter if he doesn't teach well at ordinary times, but he deliberately manipulates his students at critical moments?"
Before going to the little boy Lin Zhiqin mentioned On the way to the restaurant, Woojin cursed the martial arts gym's procedures and Lin Zhiqin in his mind.
Of course, he had to pretend to be flattered that the coach wanted to treat him to dinner, and followed Lin Zhiqin obediently.
Lin Zhiqin seemed to be in a good mood.
The corners of his mouth were smiling all the way.
"We're here."
After leaving the martial arts hall, Lin Zhiqin led Woojin to the restaurant he mentioned without taking two steps.
"Chunhua Noodle House."
It's a fly restaurant hidden in the alley next to the martial arts school.
The signboard with white characters on a red background and the dark facade covered in oil smoke.
From the outside, there is nothing surprising about this noodle shop.
As Lin Zhiqin walked in through the sliding glass door, a cool breeze immediately hit his face.
"The air conditioner is turned on quite well."
Woojin said silently in his heart.
The shop is not big, and there are only seven small rectangular tables in the lobby.
There were several people sitting in the store eating noodles.
Woojin saw a menu posted on the wall next to him.
In addition to noodles, you can also order some home-cooked stir-fries here, and the prices are quite affordable.
"Coach Lin is here!"
Not long after the two entered the door, an ordinary middle-aged woman who looked about the same age as Lin Zhiqin and wore an apron came out of the kitchen.
When I saw Lin Zhiqin, I smiled and greeted him. It was obvious that he was an old acquaintance.
"Coach Lin brings students here for dinner again?"
the middle-aged woman smiled kindly at Woojin.
"Yeah."
Lin Zhiqin didn't look at the menu on the wall and reported directly: "Kidney, pork ribs, chicken, are the fish fresh today?"
"It just came this morning, it's still alive."
"Then let's make another whole one. Fish. Is the private room upstairs empty?"
"There's no one here. Just go up there yourself."
Lin Zhiqin ordered four or five dishes in a very expert manner, and then led Woojin from the side of the back kitchen to a dish that was only about half a meter wide. The stairs went up to the second floor.
There are also several small rectangular tables on the second floor, with a small door next to them.
Pushing the door open, you will find a small box of only seven or eight square meters.
"The toilet is next door, you can see it when you go out."
Lin Zhiqin sat down at the small table in the box and reminded Woojin.
Woojin responded.
Not long after I sat down, the middle-aged woman I saw earlier came in carrying a teapot and a small plate of melon seeds.
"Drink some water first, the food will be ready in a moment."
The woman got a pair of bowls and chopsticks for each of them and walked out.
Lin Zhiqin habitually took out the cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, looked at Woojin and put it away again.
Instead, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and cracked them.
Woojin had nothing to do. He picked up the teapot on the table and washed his and Lin Zhiqin's dishes with water. Then he poured two more glasses of water, one for Lin Zhiqin and one for himself to drink slowly.
"Don't be restrained, it's just a casual meal."
Lin Zhiqin pushed the small plate of melon seeds in front of Woojin, and Woojin politely grabbed a handful.
"What do your parents do?"
Lin Zhiqin suddenly asked.
Woojin was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and then said: "We have a small grain and oil store at home, and my dad usually delivers goods and stuff."
"Are you the only child in the family?"
"I also have a sister. I just graduated from college this year."
"You should be a sophomore in high school this year, right? I have a nephew about the same age as you."
Lin Zhiqin began to ask some questions about Woojin's family and personal situation, occasionally interjecting some things about himself.
Woojin still doesn't know why Lin Zhiqin invited him to dinner for no reason.
He figured it out after sitting down.
Lin Zhiqin deliberately refused to give him his signature, and he probably had an ulterior motive.
Just waiting for him to say it.
"Why did you sign up for the martial arts school's fighting class?"
While chatting, Lin Zhiqin suddenly changed the subject to the martial arts school.
Woojin knew that the real drama was about to begin.
"For the college entrance examination."
Woojin replied calmly: "The sports category of the college entrance examination requires a specialty, so I chose fighting with the lowest scoring standards."
Lin Zhiqin nodded thoughtfully.
Then he asked: "Then why do you want to become an official disciple of the martial arts school?"
Woojin glanced at Lin Zhiqin.
answer.
"For money."
He said to Lin Zhiqin in a serious tone: "I want to earn back the tuition my dad gave me to sign up for."
(End of Chapter)