Liu Quan'an looked at Lin Yue and said: "At his peak, he must have weighed 645 kilograms."
"So high."
Wang Heng was a little disappointed. If you calculate it carefully, the difference between the two is more than double: "Coach Liu, are you the strongest person here?"
"cut……"
One of the two people behind laughed contemptuously, got up and walked to the bathroom.
Wang Heng's expression changed slightly, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. His boast about Liu Quan'an just now made the other coach's students feel uncomfortable.
"Brother Liu, I'm sorry."
"Nothing, it's a common thing."
Liu Quan'an didn't take it seriously. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. In lush and grassy places like boxing gyms, fitness gyms, and judo gyms, there is a strong and competitive mentality between students and coaches. .
"Coach Yang Xuguang does punch harder than me. As a boxer in the same weight class, he once hit a good result of 72 kilograms."
After hearing what he said, Lin Yue's impression of Liu Quan'an was much higher. He could humbly accept the fact that he was inferior to others. This alone had surpassed many people.
"No more words, let's start practicing boxing. If we continue, it will be noon."
Liu Quan'an walked to the shelf where the boxing gloves were placed and suddenly found that the cabinet was empty. He went back to Zhou Lin to ask for the spare parts, but the spare parts were also taken away.
"Wait a minute, I'll go to the warehouse behind to get a new pair."
"good."
Liu Quanan walked out of the hall and went to the third floor.
Lin Yue punched the sandbag several times, and the last whip hit the sandbag hard.
Bang bang bang.
Bang bang bang...
The feeling of power fermenting in his body and muscles tightening made his blood boil. When his fists and feet hit the target, he released not only his strength, but also his heart.
"Four-eyed guy... don't look, I'm talking about you. Come here, if you see if there are any hooks on the wall, move this box of boxing mats over there and hang them up."
Sitting next to the boxing ring was a bald man with a tattoo of a ghost head with a green face and fangs on his left arm, and a tattoo of a blue dragon with arrogant teeth and claws on his right arm. There was a white towel hanging around his neck, and a layer of oily shine spread on the surface of his sweaty skin.
There were two people standing next to the bald man. They had the same tattoos, but their aura was different. At their feet lay a cardboard box containing sparring mats and labeled boxing gloves.
Wang Heng looked around and found that he was the only one wearing glasses in the entire training hall.
"okay."
He is unwilling to do those things because it seems that the three people in front of him are all students of other coaches in the boxing gym. The boxing gloves in the carton belong to individuals and are not shared items that can be used by everyone. The other party is using him as a handyman. . But comparing his physique and momentum with those of the three, the only thing he could do was compromise.
There was a layer of sweat on Lin Yue's forehead. He had just stopped to rest for a while when he heard a voice coming from behind. When he looked back, Wang Heng had already walked towards the two people.
Isn't this clear-cut bullying?
He really wants to keep a low profile and doesn't want to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble, and he won't sit back and watch his friends be humiliated, let alone if he has the ability to help.
"Wang Heng."
Lin Yue stopped Wang Heng and went over to pat him on the shoulder.
"We are all students in the boxing gym. If you need help, please be polite."
This was said very politely, and at the same time, it also clearly stated his position - everyone has an equal status, and no one is anyone else's nanny. It is best to be respectful when speaking and doing things.
The arrogant one among the three said rudely: "It's none of your business if I tell him to work."
Lin Yue's face darkened: "Because I am his friend."
"So, are you planning to stand up for him?"
The man standing next to Diao Shaoyan looked at him with a ferocious face, feeling like a king being humiliated by bronze. It was obviously two embroidered pillows, but he had to act like a tough guy. It was so shameless.
"Huh, I'm asking you to do things because I think highly of you."
"Now you can look down on us." Lin Yue pulled Wang Heng back.
"Lin Yue, do you know what you are doing?"
Wang Heng went there with the intention of calming the situation and warned himself many times to endure the calm for a while and not to cause trouble for himself and Lin Yue.
He has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. He has been bullied by male classmates who are stronger than him in the class since junior high school. This has been the case in high school, college, and until graduation. Even after joining the job, he is often asked by his colleagues to write code and build frameworks. Now those people It was really just a small thing for him to hang his boxing pads and boxing gloves on hooks in the corner.
Lin Yue said: "Why did you come to learn boxing? Why did you forget what happened yesterday so quickly?"
"But we can't afford to offend those people."
"Nothing but, believe it or not, if the three of them come together, I can beat them to pieces."
"Bragging, you're not as strong as me."
"You don't understand this. Fighting relies on being ruthless, steady and accurate, followed by strength." Lin Yue hooked his shoulder and shook it: "Okay, stop thinking about it, what you have to do now I just concentrate on practicing boxing and act stronger when I date Zhang Qian in the future."
"oh."
Hearing the name "Zhang Qian", Wang Heng suddenly felt a little faint.
The two of them were so indifferent that the three people behind them were embarrassed. Diao Shaoyan was about to go over and give them a good look when the bald man next to him pulled him because Liu Quan'an came in from outside with two new pairs of boxing gloves. , if they continue to get entangled, things will get serious, and their coach may be punished.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Quan'an didn't know what happened just now, but he noticed the way other students looked at Lin Yue and Wang Heng. It seemed that something unexpected happened while he was going upstairs to get boxing gloves.
"It's okay." Lin Yue took the boxing gloves he threw and put them on his hands: "Let's start class."
Liu Quanan glanced at Wang Heng and threw the other pair of boxing gloves over: "Brother Wang Heng was not here just now. I will now demonstrate the essentials of the jab again."
…
When it was close to eleven o'clock, Wang Heng had already rested five times and drank three bottles of mineral water alone. Lin Yue only went to the toilet once and spent the rest of the time practicing jabs.
Liu Quan'an was so shaken that he shook his head and advised him to combine work and rest and not work so hard.
At this moment, a man nearly 180cm tall and wearing loose sportswear walked up to the three of them.
"Lao Liu, I have two new students here. They have almost mastered the basic boxing skills, but there are still some problems in actual combat. I am going to separate a separate class to talk about what should be paid attention to and how to adjust the mentality during actual combat. Just now Zhou Lin told me that you have two newcomers here, why not call them over to listen, maybe it can reduce your burden."
"Thank you, Lao Huang."
Liu Quan'an didn't think much about it, because that's what everyone usually does. After all, if you take one student, you're a guide, and if you take several students, you're a guide. Even if the listener is not one of his students, he can still sell his colleagues a favor.
"Lin Yue, stop practicing. Coach Huang Xun is going to explain the problems that novices encounter in actual combat. It will be good for you two to go and listen."
Huh, uh, uh...
Lin Yue gasped for air and took the towel thrown by Wang Heng to wipe his sweat.
"good."
He glanced at Huang Xun's back, said nothing, took off his bulky boxing gloves and walked towards the east area of the hall.
Wang Heng asked him midway: "Lin Yue, why are you working so hard?"
Lin Yue said: "In order to not be like you, are you satisfied with this reason?"
"Fuck." Wang Heng couldn't help but swear.
Of course, Lin Yue couldn't tell his good friends about his true intention of practicing boxing hard. It was best that only he knew the secret of his ability to enter the world of film and television.
While talking, the two of them came to the place where Huang Xun was explaining the essentials of actual combat. There were seven or eight people surrounding them, including the bald man and two younger brothers.
"The most common difficulty that novices need to overcome in their first actual combat is the stress response when facing attacks. Just imagine that the enemy is punching you, and you subconsciously close your eyes. This will not only allow the opponent to find a loophole to attack the weak point, but also make you lose The opportunity to counterattack and get caught up in your opponent’s rhythm is a big no-no in any sporting event.”
Huang Xun said: "Don't close your eyes, at least don't close your eyes before the enemy hits you. It's also taboo to lean back. It will make you lose your vision and prevent you from catching the opponent's next punch."
The new student standing next to him said: "Coach, how can new students overcome the shortcomings of closing their eyes and leaning back?"
"It's easier to prevent you from leaning back. Just put your head on your chest, tighten your chin inward as much as possible, and stand firm with your body hugging the frame. It will be difficult for your opponent's attacks to make you lean back. As for how to overcome the problem of closing your eyes, you can only Practice this path a lot.”
Huang Xun said: "This may be too general and difficult to understand. Let me ask a student to come on stage to demonstrate it and everyone will understand."
He looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Wang Heng.
"This student just came here."
"Hmm...yeah."
Wang Heng felt scared when he looked at him, and he was a little trembling when he spoke. On the first day of boxing practice, he had to confront the coach. Even if he knew there was no danger, he would inevitably feel nervous.
"Made, Hongmen Banquet."
Lin Yue cursed in his heart. When Liu Quan'an told him to come here to listen to the lecture just now, he suspected that Huang Xun was a weasel paying New Year's greetings to the chicken with no good intentions. It turned out to be the case.
Xiangzhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong, right?
WDNMD! Nowadays, gangsters are not only literate but also learned to play politics.
