Shinichi Fujima received Jinguji Jinji and Budo in his dojo. Compared to the living room, Shinichi Fujima preferred to receive guests in his dojo. This way of receiving guests is full of personal characteristics, just like a project boss who likes to talk in KTV.
"Is this your dojo, Mr. Fujima? It's quite good!"
"He is really lucky to have such a training environment in martial arts."
Under the guidance of Fujima Shinichi, Jinguji Renji and Budao sat down next to a tea table. Renji sat in his seat and looked around at the spacious dojo, admiring it.
"Thank you, old gentleman, for your compliment."
"Let's talk about martial arts."
"Sir, you may not know that disciples and students are different. My original intention is to become a disciple of martial arts, not a disciple."
"Therefore, forgive me for not being able to accept your request."
Sitting on his seat, Fujima Shinichi placed the gift box in his hand on the table and pushed it towards Jinguji Jinji.
"oh?"
"Mr. Fujima, it is precisely because I understand the difference between a disciple and a student that I make such a request."
"Is it because you are not satisfied with the remuneration? As long as you open your mouth, you can tell me any conditions!"
Jinguji Jinji looked like he was rich and ready to ask you for the price. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, exuding an indescribable aura of majesty.
"Hahaha, you underestimate me, of course that's not the reason."
Fujima Shinichi smiled heartily, and then his eyes fell on Budo, who had been silent all this time, and continued: "To be honest, if I had accepted disciples for remuneration, my dojo would have been packed with people."
"I just don't want kids without talent to have too much expectations for this project."
"Can the old gentleman understand what I say?"
Fujima Shinichi shifted his gaze and looked at Jinguji Jinji and said. His words were quite tactful, and he did not point his finger at martial arts and say that you have no talent and are not qualified for this profession.
However, Jinguji Jinji, who already had high expectations for martial arts, frowned.
"A waste of time? Not necessarily!"
"Although I am old, I have not yet reached the point where my eyesight is dim. I am not afraid of your laughter. I also practiced judo for a long time when I was young."
"Although my skills are average, when it comes to looking at people, I think I have a bit of a nose for it."
"It's not that I'm boasting, but my grandson has the qualifications to be a national warrior!"
The old man was quite old, but his words were full of sophistication. Wu Dao couldn't help scratching his head when he heard this, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Maybe I should be called Wang Teng?" Budao secretly complained in his heart, but his eyes were directed at Shinichi Fujima.
To be honest, although this is the world of SD, which man has not dreamed of becoming a martial arts master? Of course, martial arts also have this idea. Playing basketball is a hobby and may develop into a career in the future, but learning martial arts does not hinder playing. All the great monks in Shaolin Temple play ball.
Kung Fu basketball is also very reasonable!
"If it's just a sports hobby, martial arts talent is indeed pretty good, but the demand for talent between professionals and amateurs is different."
Fujima Shinichi replied calmly, his words were very rude, but very true.
"Professionals and amateurs have different needs for talent..." Wu Dao lowered his head slightly. He understood these words too deeply.
Basketball, isn’t it a talent sport? Newman, who became famous at a young age in the United States, went from beating three goals to being beaten by three goals. During this period, one person grew taller, while the other did not.
The word talent has shattered the basketball dreams of many young people.
Wu Dao thought of himself in his previous life, and his expression became a little gloomy.
"However, with martial arts, you don't have no chance at all."
"In judo, physical condition is very important, but sophistication is also important."
"I can teach you a lesson first. If your understanding satisfies me, I will accept you as my disciple!"
Fujima Shinichi looked at Budo, who had a slightly gloomy expression, and said with a smile. He thought that Budo was disappointed because he could not become his disciple, but he never thought that Budo was just lamenting his fate.
"If there is an opportunity, I will fight for it." Martial arts will not miss such an opportunity. Even if judo is practiced just for physical exercise, there is still a difference in treatment between disciples and students. Martial arts come here because they really want to learn something, not to kill time.
"In that case, please wait here for a moment." Fujima Shinichi stood up and left the gym.
Budo and Jinguji Jinji looked at each other, wondering what Shinichi Fujima was going to do.
After a while, Fujima Shinichi returned to the gym, but at this time, he seemed to have changed his clothes and put on a white judo uniform. At the same time, he also took a blue judo uniform in his hand. Behind Fujima Shinichi, Fujima Takako also wore a white judo uniform and followed him into the dojo.
After entering the dojo, Fujima Shinichi closed the door of the dojo, came to Budo, and placed the blue judo uniform on the table.
"You are about the same height as me. I wore this outfit when I was young. You should be able to wear it."
"Change your clothes and come over here!"
Shinichi Fujima walked barefoot to the edge of the slightly raised platform in the dojo, tightened his belt, sat down cross-legged, and waited. Fujima Takako silently walked to the center of the high platform, looking at the martial arts with a pair of beautiful eyes full of excitement.
"Hurry! Grandson, change your clothes and go up!" Jinguji Jinji's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, he slapped Budo's back fiercely and urged.
"..." Martial Arts was a little speechless. He finally understood what Shinichi Fujima wanted to think about his understanding. He actually wanted him to fight Fujima Cage.
Facing girls, martial arts is quite complicated. If he doesn't hold back, it will look like he is bullying the girl. If he holds back, it will be more embarrassing if he still can't beat the opponent.
This grandpa is also a trap. Do we still have to rush into such a battle?
However, Wu Dao still quickly changed his clothes. He actually wanted to see it, not that he wanted to fight Takako Fujima, but mainly because Budo also wanted to see what the use of his super martial arts system was. .
Budo was wearing judo uniforms, Jinguji Jinjimi helped Budo fasten his belt.
Fujima Shinichi's clothes are just the right length for martial arts, but they are a bit loose. However, judo uniforms are already loose, so it is not inappropriate for martial arts to wear them. The blue judo uniform also has Fujima Shinichi's name embroidered on the left chest, which shows that it is a truly original garment.
Wearing a judo uniform, handsome martial arts appearance, and a tall and straight posture, not to mention, he is really a bit sassy.
"Come on, do your best, don't let me down!" Jinguji Jinji encouraged martial arts, but these words sounded unpleasant to martial arts. Aren't you the one who got beaten?
Budo came to Takako Fujima. Shinichi Fujima looked sideways at Budo's appearance and nodded slightly. Don't tell me, although this kid has lost a little weight, he is still handsome.
"When I first came into contact with judo, my master didn't teach me anything and just asked me to compete with my senior brother."
"Guess what happened in the end? In just two rounds, I figured out my senior brother's tricks, and even though I had never learned judo before, I threw my senior brother several meters away."
As Shinichi Fujima spoke, he couldn't help but reveal a deep smile on his face, remembering his green years.
"..." Martial arts finally understood after hearing this, and the method of judging talent is still the same.
"Martial arts, no matter what method you use, as long as you can still stand on the field after three minutes, you will be my disciple!"
"let's start!"
Shinichi Fujima mentioned the rules, but he didn’t seem to say any rules and just announced the start.
Wu Dao's expression darkened and he immediately became vigilant. The next second, Takako Fujima kicked the ground hard when he heard the start. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Budo, quickly leaned down, and grabbed Budo's belt with both hands.
"Stabilize the lower body!" Budo bent his legs without thinking, leaned forward slightly, and subconsciously grabbed Takako Fujima's shoulders with his hands to steady himself.
Ma Longzi is not tall, and his strength is average. With only a slight counterattack in martial arts, the opponent can no longer shake him.
However, just when Budao was relieved, Fujima Takako, who was facing him, suddenly loosened Budō's belt and hugged Budō's right arm with both hands. At the same time, he suddenly turned around and pressed his back directly against Wu Dao's chest.
The next second, Wu Dao felt his eyes flicker, and the tatami on the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer to him.
"Hoo!" After a sweet shout, a loud noise sounded in the dojo.
"Bang!!!"
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