Final priesthood

"Here are your hand tags and gi. If they don't fit you, you can change them. There is the locker room in front of you. After changing your clothes, please go to training room 4 to assemble."

"Thanks."

Lu Yuan took the things handed over by the receptionist in front of him, thanked him, then turned and walked into the room with the sign "Men's Changing Room".

In the end, he became a student of Yuanwu Hall.

He is just an ordinary seventeen-year-old high school student now.

It's really hard to sway from a decision that your parents have already made.

Just like he was not sure of persuading his parents to agree before signing up, he could not persuade his father, Lu Xinghua, to cancel the course after he had already paid the fees.

"Now that the money has been paid, let's practice hard. We can't let the money go to waste."

Lu Yuan stopped thinking about the mess and quickly found his locker according to the number "1002" on the card in his hand.

Today is Sunday, and there are still quite a lot of people coming to the martial arts gym for training.

Lu Yuan listened to their laughter and lightly swiped the electronic lock of the locker with his hand.

"drop--"

The cabinet door was open, and there was nothing inside except a few white plastic hangers.

There was a large mirror on the back of the cabinet door, which could barely show Lu Yuan's half-length.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

His facial features are good, but his skin looks a little pale due to a long period of lack of outdoor exercise.

The slightly longer bangs on the forehead cover half of the eyes, giving him the impression of a melancholy and mournful handsome boy.

Lu Yuan mocked himself more than once for being a "thin dog", but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, there were several strong young men.

Most of them are as thin as him.

He is quite popular in school, and his appearance has always been popular with girls.

After his grades improved by leaps and bounds and he "evolved" into a top student, he received more love letters every week.

"After you improve your body shape, your charm will definitely be higher."

Lu Yuan took off his shirt, revealing his fair and lean upper body with clearly visible ribs, thinking to himself.

He stuffed his clothes and the backpack he brought into the locker and quickly changed into his gi uniform.

When the brand new martial arts uniform with the big word "source" printed on it was put on, the handsome young man in the mirror seemed to become more presentable.

Lu Yuan tightened the belt around his waist, closed the cabinet door, and walked out of the dressing room.

Follow the instructions to find the meeting room.

This training room No. 4 is smaller than Lu Yuan expected.

It's about the size of a classroom.

The ground was covered with white cushions, and several people were already waiting inside.

The two were about the same age as me and looked like high school students.

The others look a bit older, and they all have the temperament of having been in society for many years.

"Ah, here comes a handsome boy!"

Lu Yuan walked into the training room. A girl in her seventies with a bun and light makeup shouted out with a smile when she saw him.

This sentence attracted everyone in the room to look at him.

Lu Yuan didn't show any signs of nervousness. He nodded slightly to everyone calmly and then found a seat in the room to sit down.

"It's quite pretentious..."

Lu Yuan heard a curly-haired young man sitting next to the girl with a round head say something slightly teasingly. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

"What, I'm just a student."

Wan Zitou reached out and patted him, and the latter immediately grabbed her hand.

"Are you greedy for his body by talking to him like this?"

"Get out! Let go of my hand..."

The two started laughing and joking.

Their behavior is a bit ambiguous, but they don't look like a couple.

There were several men sitting next to the two of them, all of whom they probably knew, and all of them enviously wanted to participate.

"Hey! Do you think that after we finish a course, we are considered to be official disciples of the Origin Martial Arts School?"

A man sitting on the other side of the ball head saw the curly-haired young man constantly making physical contact with the ball head and rubbing his favorability points, so he couldn't help but speak loudly to bring up the topic.

"Dream on you."

Wan Zi Tou didn't say anything, but the other man with them already sneered in retort.

“You may not be able to finish all the courses.

The Yuan Martial Arts School is a martial arts school with genuine ancient martial arts heritage and has been certified by the Xia Kingdom Martial Arts Association. His official disciples must pass the assessment, and they do not just have to pay money.

After all, the difference between a disciple and a student is huge. Not only do you not have to pay tuition, you can even receive a salary every month.

If you can become an official disciple of the Yuanwu Hall, you can fire the manager directly after you return. "

"so smart?"

Wanzitou stopped playing with the curly-haired young man and couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.

"yes."

Seeing that Wan Zitou was attracted, the man who spoke later immediately added: "But it is also very difficult to become a formal disciple.

Generally speaking, if you can become a formal disciple, you can participate in amateur fighting competitions and earn bonuses by ranking in the rankings.

It is completely possible to operate martial arts as a formal profession..."

"Hey, what's the problem? Siqi, let's see how I will be accepted as a disciple by the Origin Martial Arts Hall."

The curly-haired young man next to him interrupted with a smile.

"Just brag!"

Wan Zitou smiled and rolled his eyes at him.

"..."

"Formal disciple...salary...bonus..."

Lu Yuan had been listening carefully to the conversation of several people, and his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly when he heard these people.

Cheng Peng said before that his biggest goal is to become an official disciple of the martial arts school, but he didn't take it seriously.

Only now do I realize that the qualifications for a formal disciple are not simple.

Not only can you get free tuition, but you can also receive a salary.

If I could become a formal disciple, wouldn't it relieve a lot of the burden on my family?

Lu Yuan couldn't help but have thoughts in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed it again.

He has just signed up now and has not even started the first class. It is obviously too early to think about these things.

The primary goal right now is to improve physical fitness as soon as possible to prevent tuition fees from being wasted.

Just as he was thinking about it, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in outside the training room.

You can tell at a glance that this person is not an ordinary student like them.

Not only is the Taoist uniform he wears black, but he also has an unusual aura when walking.

Lu Yuan was obviously not the only one who could guess the man's identity, and the noisy room quickly became quiet.

The middle-aged man scanned the field, probably doing a simple count of the people, and then said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Lin Zhiqin, and I will be responsible for teaching you the first phase of training from now on.

You can call me Coach Lin, or Brother Lin. "

"Coach! What do we mainly practice in the first stage?"

As soon as Lin Zhiqin finished speaking, someone from Wanzitou's group immediately started asking questions.

Others were not to be outdone, "Yeah, why don't we have a boxing stake in this room? When will the boxing stake be played? I want to play the boxing stake!"

After saying that, he winked at others and said with a chuckle: "Put the manager's photo on the boxing pile."

"Ha ha........"

Lin Zhiqin glanced at these people lightly, without getting angry, and just said: "The basis of fighting is strength.

The first phase of the course is mainly strength training.

Next, I will teach you some scientific and reasonable training methods and techniques. In the future, you can train by yourself whether you are here or at home.

As for the boxing pile..."

Lin Zhiqin paused and continued: "Now is not the time to hit the boxing pile.

Now, you can only practice air strikes. "

After saying that, Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.

Lu Yuan didn't even see clearly what kind of action he made.

A crisp sound of "pop" suddenly exploded.

The sound was loud and crisp, as if someone had lit firecrackers in the room.

"This is an air strike."

Lin Zhiqin glanced at the entire audience and spoke calmly.