"Uh"
Lin Zhiqin was stunned by Woojin's answer, and then looked at Woojin with inexplicable approval, and said with emotion: "At your age, you know how to share the burden for the family. It's rare.
But it's not possible to earn back the tuition fees and become a formal disciple."
"Why?"
Woojin was surprised, "It doesn't mean that after becoming a formal disciple, you can receive a monthly allowance from the martial arts gym, and there are also Are there any benefits like meal supplements?"
"You run a martial arts school to run a charity?"
Lin Zhiqin shook his head in amusement.
"The martial arts school does have some preferential treatment for formal disciples, but formal disciples also have to pay tuition fees, and they pay more than ordinary students. Do you understand that the
law is not taught lightly?
If you become a formal disciple, the martial arts school will pay you money. If so, then we martial arts coaches would have been sleeping on the streets long ago."
"What about the martial arts practitioners certified by the Wushu Association?"
"You also have to pay a fee to the Wushu Association every year, otherwise your Dan certificate will be lost in the second year. It will be invalid."
"."
Woojin's face turned ugly.
What Lin Zhiqin said was completely opposite to what he knew, completely overturning all his plans.
"...The news you heard is that people outside have confused the concepts of formal disciples and core disciples.
The benefits of core disciples are indeed much better, and they do receive wages.
But core disciples usually need to help the martial arts gym, and when they get Before you get money, you have to sign a contract with the martial arts school.
Moreover, the application standards for core disciples are also higher." "
I think that if you want to meet your expectations - to obtain a higher-level inheritance from the martial arts gym for free, you don't have to do anything. Come on, as long as you practice martial arts, you will be able to earn money every month. There is
probably only one identity that can satisfy these conditions."
"What?"
Lin Zhiqin glanced at Woojin and said with a smile: "Personal disciple."
Woojin He looked startled.
At this time, the small door of the box was pushed open from the outside with a creaking sound.
The middle-aged woman from before walked in with a smile and two plates of food.
"The kidneys and chicken are ready."
Two plates of food were brought to the two of them.
Slices of kidney stir-fried with red chili peppers, and chicken in a casserole.
The chicken was stewed with pig's trotters. The soup turned into a paste, and the meat was rotten when poked with chopsticks. It must have been stewed for a long time, and it was very appetizing just by looking at the presentation.
"Try it, her waist and chicken are both her signatures."
Lin Zhiqin greeted Woojin, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "Help me serve some rice." He
glanced at Woojin again, and added: "How much." Order."
"I know."
The middle-aged woman nodded with a smile, "You martial arts practitioners can all eat it."
Woojin did not show politeness to Lin Zhiqin, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
He was in a bad mood right now and needed food to heal.
Both dishes taste pretty good. Although they are far from amazing, Woojin has never been picky about food.
Even the food in the school cafeteria can be eaten by him in a big bowl.
Woojin tore a chicken drumstick and held it in his left hand, while his right hand holding chopsticks was responsible for picking up other vegetables.
While eating, he asked Lin Zhiqin: "What is a direct disciple?"
Woojin was completely relaxed now, which was completely different from the previous tense and awkward state of high school students facing their elders.
The tone of questioning Lin Zhiqin also became casual.
Mainly because
he was afraid that Lin Zhiqin wouldn't sign for him before, so he behaved in a "submissive" manner.
Now.
Lin Zhiqin's words shattered all Woojin's illusions about being a formal disciple. Although he had not confirmed it, it was true after thinking about it carefully.
On the contrary, my previous thoughts were naive enough, so they were probably true.
Woojin's thoughts about becoming a formal disciple suddenly faded away.
Then it didn't matter whether Lin Zhiqin signed for him or not. He would naturally start to put himself on an equal footing with the other party mentally.
"Personal disciple."
Lin Zhiqin picked up a piece of kidney flower with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
"It means that the owner of the gym accepts it personally.
It represents the true core inheritance of the martial arts gym."
Woojin took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, smiled at Lin Zhiqin, and said, "Then Coach Lin thinks I have a chance to become a gymnast." Are you passing it down personally?"
Lin Zhiqin probably heard the ridicule in his words and frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
"I can give you a chance."
Lin Zhiqin looked at Woojin and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the box door opened again.
The middle-aged woman who came back brought braised pork ribs, a plate of green vegetables, and the rice that Lin Zhiqin asked for.
"If it's not enough, I'll help you fill it up. The fish will have to wait for a while. It's already been killed and ready for the pot." The
middle-aged woman put down her things and looked at Woojin who was enjoying the meal. She couldn't help but praise: "Coach Lin, you brought it These students are really more energetic than the others!"
Lin Zhiqin smiled and said nothing.
Woojin directly took the rice bowl and filled himself a large bowl of rice.
He took a few big bites of the freshly served ribs and vegetables into his mouth.
The stir-fried kidney flower now begins to show its true charm. The spicy and delicious taste is simply a rice killer.
When Woojin finished his bowl of rice, he raised his head and found that Lin Zhiqin hadn't moved a single chopstick.
I don't know when I lit up a cigarette and was looking at myself quietly.
Woojin took out a napkin from the paper box on the table and carefully began to wipe the oil stains between the fingers of his left hand where he had just grabbed the chicken leg.
A sentence suddenly came out of his mouth.
"The last time Coach Lin came to this restaurant, it must have been Ya Jam, right?"
The cigarette held by Lin Zhiqin's fingers trembled slightly, but his face was expressionless.
"I guess Coach Lin must have said the same thing to Ya Jam.
Well, Ya Jam should not be the only one."
Woojin continued.
He wiped the grease off his hands, took out another piece of paper and wiped his mouth.
Then he stood up from the chair and said to Lin Zhiqin sincerely: "Thank you, Coach Lin, for the meal. I'm full. The
taste of this restaurant is really good, much better than the food in the hospital cafeteria." Goodbye,
Coach Lin."
When Lin Zhiqin heard the word hospital, his eyes visibly fluctuated violently.
Seeing Woojin pull out his chair and turn around to walk towards the door, he finally couldn't help it and said, "Wait a minute!"
"Coach Lin, what else do you want to say?"
Woojin looked at Lin Zhiqin calmly.
"Sit down first. Sit down and say."
Lin Zhiqin pressed his hand lightly, signaling Woojin to sit down again.
Woojin thought for a while and simply listened to what other tricks Lin Zhiqin could come up with to coax him.
On the small dining table, a few dishes away, the two of them sat opposite each other.
Lin Zhiqin took a deep breath, put out the cigarette in his hand, looked Woojin in the eyes, and said, "I think you must have misunderstood something?
Please tell me your
opinion first. What do you think I am looking for you to do?" What?"
Now that the secret has been exposed, Woojin has nothing to worry about and directly says: "You just want to trick me into helping you to do black boxing. Just like
Ya Jam before, it's for money, right?"
"Black boxing Boxing?"
Lin Zhiqin looked startled, then frowned and said: "It seems that you really misunderstood."
He smiled bitterly and said: "I admit, I have the idea of taking you to fight.
Because I have really Lack of money, and some more personal reasons
, but these are formal fighting competitions. Anyone can check the registration method online, and there are also registrations with the Wushu Association. It is completely different from the underground black boxing you imagined. "
Will a regular fighting match cause more than ten fractures all over the body?"
Woojin said calmly.
Lin Zhiqin was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned strange.
"Are you referring to Ya Jam's injury?"
Woojin's expression was noncommittal.
"It's harmful-"
Lin Zhiqin sighed, with a funny and helpless expression on his face.
"Ya Jam's injury has nothing to do with me at all.
He was injured because he secretly participated in other informal fighting competitions through unknown channels.
Moreover, his injury was not sustained in the ring. .
It was retaliation after the game.
The reason was that after this guy won the game, he spat at others and made insulting gestures. They were so angry that they found someone to block him as soon as he went out, and beat him ten times with a sack over his head. A few minutes.
But the man also lost money later, and Ya Jam also used the money to pay the down payment for the wedding house
."
Lin Zhiqin was afraid that Woojin wouldn't believe it, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Woojin, and said directly: "You can call directly now. Call Ya Jam's girlfriend. I have her contact information. She knows the whole story." "...
"
Woojin looked at the mobile phone handed to him by Lin Zhiqin, was silent for a while, and took a deep breath.
"Last question, then why did you deliberately block my assessment application? Didn't you sign the application form for me?" "
Deliberately didn't sign it for you?"
Lin Zhiqin's expression suddenly became weirder.
"When I was just signing for you, I was halfway through writing.
The pen in my hand suddenly ran out of water. I originally wanted to go to the front desk after dinner to ask for a new one before signing for you.
Of course, I also took advantage of the meal time to follow What do you want to talk about?"
"."
In the small private room, Woojin quietly looked at Lin Zhiqin, who looked frank in front of him.
After a long silence.
He lowered his head and spoke slowly.
"Coach, can we talk about the direct disciples again?"
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