This is a boxing gym, but Mu Qingyun is standing still.
The body does not move, only one pair of legs and a pair of feet are stepping on countless small shot balls that are rolling back and forth and interspersed like butterflies.
ten minutes later.
"Seventeen times wrong."
Jia Junhao twisted her waist and turned around, and two pieces of bamboo suddenly hit her calf, causing pain.
Mu Qingyun shook his head a few times and then rolled his eyes wildly: "@#￥%."
Jia Junhao smiled. He was wearing only a thin shirt. He turned around and continued to box. His movements were stretched and extremely hard and powerful. One of his legs was particularly flexible. He kicked the movable stake in front of him every time, no matter which direction it was. Kick, wooden stakes all hit the same spot.
As soon as he spoke, Mu Qingyun keenly felt a breath of air stinging her skin. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, she instinctively felt that it was extremely dangerous.
"Pay attention to my muscle strength. Student Mu, you are different from others. In terms of talent, no one I have ever seen can compare with you. Even the most talented people cannot compare with you, so we don't need to use the word 'stupid'." 'Practice the method."
Jia Junhao now trains Mu Qingyun using the same methods as training mature masters.
Mu Qingyun kept walking, staring at Jia Junhao's movements without blinking.
If you don't look closely at him, you won't actually see any effort at all. Even if he does, most of them are deliberate deceptions.
But Mu Qingyun looked at it for a long time, and finally saw a particularly beautiful curve in the subtle movement, which seemed to be shining.
[Strength +0.001+0.001+0.001...Agility +0.001+0.001+0.001...]
The first time she stood on these shot put, she fell down after ten seconds. The second time she stood for five or six minutes. Soon, she stood for more than ten minutes without falling.
Although she was always in a hurry by Jia Junhao's surprise attacks, Mu Qingyun herself knew that her fast learning speed was simply impossible under normal circumstances.
The more she practiced, the more instinctively she felt familiar, as if her body was still unfamiliar with it, but her soul was already prepared.
Name: Mu Qingyun (Characteristics: God rewards those who work hard)
Age 16
Intelligence: 5 (+0.7)
Strength 4 (+0.3)
Agility 4 (+0.2)
Spirit 5 (+0.7)
Skills: Nursing 5, Cooking 5 (+0.7), Piano 2 (Absolute Pitch +0.8), Poke 1.
What Mu Qingyun was learning at this time was the 'kick kick', which was said to be the first boxing technique Jia Junhao learned. Even though he was proficient in various ancient martial arts, this was the one he was most proficient in and familiar with.
Just use it to lay the foundation for Mu Qingyun.
Jia Junhao stared at Mu Qingyun's stance for two hours. He made frequent mistakes and the little girl could step steadily wherever he pointed. After a moment of reflection, he jumped up and kicked the little girl hard. Face door.
Instinctively, Mu Qingyun suddenly wanted to sweep over with a palm, bully her forward, twist and kick her legs, but she thought quickly and her body failed to keep up for a moment. She only had time to block it with her arms and stumbled with one foot.
Jia Junhao reached out to lift a handful, but raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.
All the coaches in the boxing gym tilted their bodies and turned their heads to watch, and were in an uproar.
It's not that all the coaches in the boxing gym can't stop Jia Junhao's kick, but only two top players in the entire boxing gym can do it, and they are still on full alert.
"What is this little girl's background? It will take at least seven or eight years to cultivate this consciousness. How old is she!"
Jia Junhao dropped the shot put and decided not to give Mu a chance to hit him.
As a teacher, it is not a good thing to lose your authority too quickly.
"Give me those three teacups."
Jia Junhao directly filled the tea cup with tea, put it on Mu Qingyun's head, and placed one cup in each hand.
"Stop spilling."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
"From the time you stood up, who was the fourth person who came to the ring to look at you?"
"...the one in red."
Mu Qingyun finally began to feel the difficulty as a thin layer of sweat finally appeared on his forehead.
She found it a bit difficult, and all the students who were practicing basic skills over there were trembling with fear.
The newcomers inquired about the news with the senior brothers: "Do the senior brothers also practice like this? How does it feel? Do we also want to practice pile kung fu like this?"
All senior fellow apprentices: “… Practice your ass!”
Just practice them.
The old coaches looked at each other and smiled semi-frighteningly: "I haven't given you any special methods yet. If your basic skills still don't improve, then I really need to put nail boards under your feet and press bamboo nails on the Weizhong point. "
Student: "..."
Although my heart is a bit eager to see more, but just thinking about it, for now, the basic skills are enough, and there is no need to add more.
They felt frightened when they saw this little classmate moving around on the round shot put.
Mu Qingyun is actually very comfortable.
The pores all over the body seem to be opening and closing, expelling all impurities from the body.
Raging heat is flowing.
I can clearly feel my strength increasing little by little, and the changes in my body are so obvious.
This feeling is even better than the comfort she feels when studying. Fortunately, she still has some self-control, otherwise she might be immersed in this kind of training and never be able to think of doing anything else.
Mu Qingyun's intoxication and happiness are visible to the naked eye, and his progress is also visible to the naked eye.
Several old coaches couldn't help but stare at her.
There were also two lively young coaches who directly set up cameras to take videos, and even ran to Mu Qingyun and asked for authorization with a smile.
"Didn't Zhou Fan say a few days ago that he wanted to make an advertisement for us? I saw that the advertisement he shot was not as good as the one I shot with my mobile phone. So if I cut this video and show it to him, it will shock him to death!"
Mu Qingyun didn't mind, but he felt that he was definitely not photogenic and no one would see it.
But I was very happy to get a 5,000 yuan spending card.
The method of holding the tea cup on her head was very effective. Mu Qingyun instantly felt that her movements were slightly out of shape, and the tea cup must not be able to stand upright. She was forced to concentrate on it, and her efficiency instantly improved a lot.
As time passed by, Mu Qingyun finally came to his senses and looked up out of the window.
The sun sets in the west and the north wind suddenly rises.
In the bustling street market in the backstreet, dots of lights lit up.
It's time to go home.
Jia Junhao looked at Mu Qingyun inch by inch from head to toe, and Mu Qingyun looked a little helpless by him.
"What do I have on me?"
"rich!"
Jia Junhao was thoughtful, before driving, he put on his Bluetooth headset and called Mr. Qiao, "Mr. Qiao, I think my charging standard needs to be changed. If it is calculated based on time, it will be more disadvantageous for you. It is better to calculate based on efficiency." Calculate?"
"Don't you, the Qiao family, have a talent evaluation system? If Mu reaches the level three talent standard, you will give me 500,000, the level two will give me one million, the level one you will give me five million, and if he reaches the S level, I will It’s not too much, how about ten million? It’s a good deal, right?”
Qiao Qing: "You are really good at business."
Mu Qingyun: Somehow, I suddenly felt a little proud.
When he got home, Lou Fangzheng ate the instant noodles without any taste. He didn't even cook them, so he ate the noodles with biscuits and looked pitiful.
The pile of good things he brought back were now hanging neatly in the kitchen.
Mu Qingyun quickly simmered the rice, cut the meat slices, grabbed a lot of peppers, simply fried the pepper meat slices, and stewed a tomato and fat beef soup.
Done in ten minutes.
The three of them finished a whole pot of rice in one go.
Mu Qingyun ate the most, eating two-thirds by himself, and the remaining one-third belonged to Teacher Xiao Fang and Jia Junhao.
"By the way, our Mr. Qiao said that he wanted to do an experiment."
Jia Junhao poured a small cup of rice wine. He didn't know where he got it from. "There will be a disaster drill tomorrow. Student Mu, please perform well and strive to be the best."
Mu Qingyun stared: "..."
She originally wanted to ask Mr. Qiao to find a way to open a medical record and avoid disaster drills.
It suddenly dawned on her that she needed to be involved in these scripts. Every time the script completed a stage, she would be rewarded according to certain standards.
Mu Qingyun himself was fine, but Mr. Qiao was extremely curious about these rewards.
