The last ray of sunset gradually disappeared from the horizon in the evening, and the dazzling venue lights suddenly lit up in the park's stadium. After resting for a long time, Wu Dao slowly sat up from the ground and took a long breath before starting to do today's daily tasks.
The only useful function of Jinguji Budo's system is the daily mission.
"Complete 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and run 10KM."
"The task of running was completed without knowing it today. The training volume for the remaining three is a bit small."
In the court, Wu Dao, who had been resting for a long time, began to meticulously complete the tasks issued by the system. Although the system could not make him become a master immediately, and this thing was not necessarily related to playing basketball, at least the daily tasks would still reward him. A strain recovery potion is not.
These days, the reason why martial arts can still be vigorous and vigorous the next day after such high-intensity training depends on the rewards of this system.
If it weren't for this thing, after running 10KM the day before, there would be no need to do other training. The next day, the legs would be half useless. The sudden increase in the intensity of exercise has no benefit to the body, but only countless disadvantages. It is precisely because of this potion that martial arts can persist in these high-intensity training.
100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats. These three exercises are easy to do when the human body is full of physical strength, but with the current physical condition of martial arts, it is quite difficult to do them.
After nearly an hour of repeated exercise, rest and exercise, Wu Dao finally got his wish and received today's mission reward. Then he dragged his tired body, picked up his water glass and left the basketball court.
Training for a while longer? Forget it, today's intensity is enough.
Wu Dao left the park and walked towards his home. In order to maximize the effect of the medicine, Wu Dao walked on a remote path when he returned home, hoping to meet gangsters and gangsters who could help him exert the effect of the medicine. effect.
But it's a pity, maybe the gangsters are on holiday today, and they haven't encountered any bad things along the way in martial arts.
In the long and narrow path, the night wind poured in from one intersection.
The evening breeze here brought the coolness of spring and blew on Jinguji Temple Budao. The dim street lamp looked at the road in front of Budao. Budao was walking on the road, feeling a little depressed.
"Are you saying I'm lucky or unlucky today? I haven't met a single gangster. Do they also have a holiday on Saturday?"
Just as Wu Dao sighed, a short figure suddenly jumped out of a dark intersection beside him. Wu Dao subconsciously looked to his side when he heard the footsteps. The next second, the figure directly hit him. Wu Dao's sideways position, the huge force directly knocked Wu Dao to the ground, and at the same time a tender cry sounded in his ears.
"ah!"
"it hurts!"
That person seemed to have a lot of things in his hands. She also fell down the moment she hit Martial Arts, and countless flyers flew into the sky.
"Crash!"
"What the hell?"
Wu Dao rubbed his head and whispered in his heart, then struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the person who just hit him.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."
"I didn't see you, I'm really sorry."
The girl who was also knocked to the ground quickly got up from the ground, walked in front of Martial Arts, and bowed to apologize repeatedly. The speed of her bow was almost the same as that of a pile driver.
"Well....."
"It's okay, you're not hurt, are you?"
Wu Dao rubbed the arm that was hit, and looked at the girl in front of him who was bowing crazily, and his anger disappeared. The apology is so sincere, but Martial Arts is not so narrow-minded as to care about such a person.
"Ah? No! No, no, no." The girl who was bowing crazily heard Wu Dao's words, paused, raised her head and looked at Wu Dao and said repeatedly.
It was only then that Wu Dao saw the girl's appearance clearly.
The girl was only about 160cm tall. She stood in front of Martial Arts only up to her chest. She was wearing a loose basket suit and a black belt around her waist. If Martial Arts was correct, this girl should be wearing a judo uniform?
Although I don’t know much about Judo in martial arts, I also know that if I have a black belt, then the girl in front of me must have at least reached Dan? If she has a black belt, then the girl in front of her should be already very strong.
The girl has a delicate appearance, delicate facial features, fair skin, and a high ponytail. She is not that beautiful to say the least, but she looks quite pleasing to the eye and reveals a heroic spirit that most young people do not possess.
Wu Dao just looked at it twice, then lowered his head slightly and saw the leaflets all over the floor. It turned out that what the girl was holding just now were these flyers. Wu Dao knelt down, casually picked up a flyer on the ground, and his eyes fell on the flyer.
"Are you interested in our gym?"
"Our gym has very complete facilities, not only for judo, but also for other fitness facilities, including a swimming pool."
"Even if you don't learn judo, you are still very good at fitness. I think you have some..."
When the girl saw Wu Dao picking up the flyer and reading it, her eyes suddenly brightened. She took a step forward and came to Wu Dao, grabbed the flyer in Wu Dao's hand and helped to turn it over. As she said, the front of the flyer is an introduction to judo training and learning, while the back has a lot of pictures, including fitness equipment and swimming pools.
"Kamijin Judo Hall?"
"Judo...for fitness..." Budao looked at the flyer and touched his chin, showing some interest.
If you want to play basketball well, the training environment must be good.
If you want to play football well, sea cucumber massage is indispensable.
Martial Arts has kept these words firmly in mind. Gyms in this era are not as developed as Martial Arts in its previous life. Martial Arts has visited many places these days but has not seen any gyms. Moreover, the rewards given by his system were ineffective without being beaten. The judo hall in front of him solved all his problems at once.
All that's left is...
"A judo gym! I'm actually quite interested in it, but I don't know if it's far away."
"And...the tuition..."
Budao pretended to be hesitant and asked hesitantly. When the girl heard that Budo was interested in judo, her already bright eyes even shone brightly in the night. She grabbed Budo's forearm and said enthusiastically:
"Not far, not far, just ahead."
"The tuition is also very cheap, it can be said that it costs nothing!"
Wu Dao was caught off guard by this sudden enthusiasm. The girl's reaction was a bit like the aunt Wu Dao met in front of the train station. She enthusiastically pulled him to stay in an inexplicable place.
"Uh... I'm actually still young, only thirteen years old. I don't know if there's a lot of exercise over there."
Wu Dao was somewhat resisted by the girl's sudden enthusiasm. Wu Dao, who wanted to break free from the girl's hand, suddenly found that he couldn't break free? !
"It's not big, it's easy to train!"
"It will come naturally after being thrown too many times. It's very simple!"
"My name is Fujima Takako."
"Nice to meet you."
Fujima Takako stretched out her right hand towards Budo, but she still grabbed Budo's forearm when she spoke. When Wu Dao saw this scene, his eyelids twitched unconsciously, he twisted his left hand and introduced himself:
"Jinguji Martial Arts."
"Let me tell you first, if the tuition is too expensive, I won't study."
As soon as Budo finished speaking, Fujima Takako directly grabbed Budo's arm with both hands and pulled him towards the dim path. While pulling back, he said:
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not expensive!"
"I will ask my father to charge less. After all, you are his first student after he opened the school."
Martial Arts, who was already a little afraid of stepping into pits, had black threads in his head when he heard these words. Under the pull of Fujima Takako, he walked into the dark path with her.
The evening wind blew past and curled up on the ground. The scattered leaflets on the ground were blown away by the wind. After finally finding a student who was interested in learning, Fujima Takako didn't even bother to put away the leaflets that fell on the ground.
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