Final priesthood

"Well..."

Lin Zhiqin was stunned by Lu Yuan's answer, and then looked at Lu Yuan with an inexplicable approval, and said with emotion: "It's rare for you to know how to share the burden for the family at your age.

But if you want to earn back your tuition fees... becoming a formal disciple is not something you can do yet. "

"Why?"

Lu Yuan was surprised, "Isn't it said that after becoming an official disciple, you can receive a monthly allowance from the martial arts gym, and there are also benefits such as meal subsidies?"

"You think the martial arts school is a good hall?"

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 should not be passed down lightly?

If a martial arts gym had to pay money to become an official disciple, then we martial arts instructors 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 rank certificate will be invalidated the next year."

"...."

Lu Yuan'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 for core disciples are indeed much better, and they do receive wages.

But the core disciples usually need to help the martial arts gym with things, and they have to sign a contract with the martial arts gym before getting money.

Moreover, the application standards for core disciples are also higher. "

"I think that in order to meet your expectations - to obtain a higher level of inheritance from the martial arts school for free, you don't have to do anything, just practice martial arts, you can get money every month... these conditions.

Probably only one identity can satisfy..."

"What?"

Lin Zhiqin glanced at Lu Yuan and said with a smile: "Personal disciple."

Lu Yuan 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 kidneys and chicken are both her signature dishes."

Lin Zhiqin greeted Lu Yuan, and then said to the middle-aged woman: "Help me serve some rice..."

He glanced at Lu Yuan again and added: "Be more generous."

"Know."

The middle-aged woman smiled and nodded, "You guys who practice martial arts can eat it."

Lu Yuan was not polite to Lin Zhiqin, picked up his 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, Lu Yuan has never been picky about food.

Even the food in the school cafeteria can be eaten by him in a big bowl.

Lu Yuan 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?"

Lu Yuan 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.......

Before, he was afraid that Lin Zhiqin would not sign for him, so he behaved in a "submissive" manner.

Now.

Lin Zhiqin's words shattered all Lu Yuan'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.

Lu Yuan'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 museum will take it personally.

It represents the true core heritage of the martial arts school. "

Lu Yuan took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, smiled at Lin Zhiqin, and said, "Does Coach Lin think I have a chance to become the owner of the gym?"

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 Lu Yuan 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 put it in... the fish will have to wait for a while, it's already killed and ready to be put into the pot."

The middle-aged woman put down her things and looked at Lu Yuan who was enjoying a meal. She couldn't help but praise: "Coach Lin, the students you brought here are really more energetic than the other!"

Lin Zhiqin smiled and said nothing.

Lu Yuan 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 Lu Yuan 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.

Lu Yuan 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... he should have brought Yang Jiandong, right?"

The cigarette held in Lin Zhiqin's fingers trembled slightly, but his face was expressionless.

"I guess Coach Lin must have said the same thing to Yang Jiandong.

Well, Yang Jiandong should not be the only one..."

Lu Yuan 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 food in 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 Lu Yuan pulling out his chair and about to turn around and walk towards the door, he finally couldn't help it and said, "Wait a minute!"

"Coach Lin, what else do you want to say?"

Lu Yuan looked at Lin Zhiqin calmly.

"Sit down first. Sit down and talk."

Lin Zhiqin pressed his hand slightly, signaling Lu Yuan to sit down again.

Lu Yuan 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 Lu Yuan in the eyes, and said, "I feel like you must have misunderstood something?

Tell me your opinion first. What do you think I want to do with you? "

Now that the secret has been exposed, Lu Yuan has nothing to worry about and directly said: "You just want to trick me into helping you fight black boxing.

Like Yang Jiandong before, it’s for money, right? "

"Black Fist?"

Lin Zhiqin looked startled, then frowned and said, "It seems you really misunderstood."

He smiled bitterly and said: "I admit, I have the idea of ​​​​taking you to play a game.

Because I am really short of money recently, and there are some more personal reasons...

But those 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 imagine. "

"Would a regular fighting game allow a person to have more than ten fractures all over his body?"

Lu Yuan said calmly.

Lin Zhiqin was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned strange.

"Are you referring to Yang Jiandong's injury?"

Lu Yuan's expression was noncommittal.

"Harmful--"

Lin Zhiqin sighed, with a funny and helpless expression on his face.

"Yang Jiandong's injury has nothing to do with me at all.

He was injured because he secretly participated in other irregular fighting competitions without knowing where he got it.

Moreover, his injury was not sustained in the ring.

It was revenge after the game.

The reason was that after this guy won the game, he spat at others and made insulting moves. They were so angry that they found someone to block him as soon as he left the house, and beat him with a sack over his head for more than ten minutes...

But that person also lost money later, and Yang Jiandong also used the money to pay the down payment for the wedding house..."

"..."

Lin Zhiqin was afraid that Lu Yuan wouldn't believe it, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it to Lu Yuan, and said directly: "You can call Yang Jiandong's girlfriend directly now. I have her contact information. She knows the whole story."

"..."

Lu Yuan 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? You didn't sign the application form for me."

"Deliberately not giving you a signature?"

Lin Zhiqin's expression suddenly became even weirder.

“When I just signed it for you, I was halfway through writing it.

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 and sign it for you...

Of course, I also have the idea to chat with you during dinner time..."

"..."

In the small box, Lu Yuan quietly looked at Lin Zhiqin, who had a frank look in front of him.

After a long silence.

He lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"Coach, can we talk about direct disciples again?"