Regarding the discussion between the girls in 2202 about him, Wang Zhong knew the outcome without having to guess.
Early the next morning, Wang Zhong got up early for morning exercises as usual, and still boxed at a fixed place to stretch his muscles.
As he continued to fight, there was someone else next to him.
"Miss Lucy?" Wang Zhong stopped practicing boxing and picked up the towel placed on the stone bench next to him to wipe his forehead and the fine sweat on his neck. Although Wang Zhong's Qi training had reached level five, he had the ability to withstand cold and heat. However, Wang Zhong could not control himself from sweating.
Wang Zhong even enjoys the feeling of sweating while practicing boxing. However, when his kung fu has reached his level and his physique has reached his level, it is not easy to even sweat.
"I was right next to you when you caught the man with glasses yesterday. Those few moves you made looked simple, but you knew the timing and proportion very well, especially the way you restrained the man with glasses." Lucy strolled He walked up to Wang Zhong and said straight to the point: "Ordinary people can't do this."
There was a bit of scrutiny and curiosity in Wang Zhong's eyes.
"It's funny."
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I practice traditional martial arts. The idea is to use the smallest amount of force to achieve the effect of subduing the enemy."
"Is traditional martial arts so powerful?" Fang Zhiheng asked curiously.
Wang Zhongdao: "This issue is a matter of different opinions."
Fang Zhiheng frowned slightly.
Wang Zhong explained: "If you think about it, our country has been inherited for thousands of years, and the world has been divided and reunited. Moreover, at that time, it was not as peaceful as we are now. Thieves and bandits emerged in an endless stream. It was under such circumstances that traditional martial arts were Our ancestors summed it up and refined it from fighting over and over again. You may not say how magical it is, but it can't be a useless showmanship."
Fang Zhiheng nodded with deep approval.
Wang Zhong continued: "Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about Sanda, which is summed up by taking the essence of various traditional martial arts."
Fang Zhiheng said: "So, you are the kind of hermit master who hides in the market on TV?"
Wang Zhong laughed dumbly, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Do you think I look like him?"
Fang Zhiheng shook his head and smiled.
"Actually, whether it's traditional martial arts, Sanda, boxing, or the mixed martial arts you practice, in the final analysis, it's nothing more than fighting skills. In the past, the world was chaotic, and people practiced these things to kill people. Real Kung Fu, How can there be hundreds of moves and thousands of moves that can last for days and nights with no outcome?"
"But now that the world is peaceful and the law is sound, taking someone's life will lead to jail time. These fighting skills naturally tend to focus on subduing people."
"I have been practicing mixed martial arts for five years, but I have never fought against anyone who practices martial arts. How about we find a time to spar some other time?" Fang Zhiheng's beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Since you're interested, why not do it some other time? It's better to hit the sun than to do it now!" Wang Zhong said.
"Now?"
"Oh~ If you're not free, then another day is fine."
"I'm free, but I don't have much time. I'm afraid we won't be able to do our best here, right?"
"Are you sparring? We've fought each other before. It's not a battle of life and death. It's okay."
"Then...let's do it!" Seeing Wang Zhong's eagerness to give it a try, Fang Zhiheng suppressed the hesitation in his heart.
The two stood opposite each other, about one and a half meters apart. Fang Zhiheng turned sideways and slightly bent his body, assuming a fighting stance.
Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Be careful!" As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhiheng felt a strong wind coming towards his face, and his fist as big as a casserole became bigger and bigger. He ducked sideways, and Fang Zhiheng followed with a high kick. , and then Wang Zhong grabbed his ankle and twisted it sideways. Then a huge force hit him, and Fang Zhiheng flew away from the ground and fell forward.
"Miss Lucy?" Fang Zhiheng was awakened from his trance. His whole body was hanging on Wang Zhong's legs at an angle of about 30 degrees, and he almost came into close contact with the ground.
"Come again!" After standing still, Fang Zhiheng challenged Wang Zhong again.
Wang Zhong raised his hand and said: "Please!"
Five minutes later, Fang Zhiheng sat on the stone bench with a dejected look on his face. He turned to look at Wang Zhong, who was drinking water next to him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
After practicing mixed martial arts for five years, although she is not proud enough to think that she is a master, she can beat one or two adult men without any problem. Even her coach in the boxing gym praised her talent, and many students in the boxing gym Here, the force value is considered high, and the coach can fight back and forth.
Unexpectedly, she thought she was good at mixed martial arts, but in front of Wang Zhong, she was like a clown. No matter whether she tried every means to attack or defend, Wang Zhong would subdue her with one move. , an unprecedented sense of frustration filled Fang Zhiheng's heart.
"What's wrong? Are you hit?" Wang Zhong looked at Fang Zhiheng's dejected look and couldn't help but tease.
Fang Zhiheng glanced at Wang Zhong dejectedly: "I have been practicing mixed martial arts for five years. It should not be a problem to deal with a few ordinary adult men. I didn't expect..."
"Actually, you have practiced very well. To achieve such results in five years, it can be seen that you have worked hard and your talent is not bad."
"Are you trying to comfort me?" Fang Zhiheng turned to look at Wang Zhong and asked.
"Do you believe there are geniuses in this world?" Wang Zhong did not answer, but asked.
Fang Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, and the look he looked at Wang Zhong changed a bit: "You mean you are a genius?"
"You must have seen Master Xing's "Kung Fu"!"
Fang Zhiheng smiled: "Are you trying to tell me that you are like Mr. Xing in the movie, a martial arts wizard who is not seen in a century?"
Wang Zhong spread his hands: "How else can you explain?"
Fang Zhiheng was stunned.
Wang Zhong stood up and asked, "Have you seen the movie "Huo Yuanjia"?"
Fang Zhiheng nodded.
"The key to martial arts is to kill with one strike."
"I started practicing martial arts when I was seven years old. I practiced Baguazhang from Chuanwu. Later I learned Tai Chi, Xingyi, Baji, Yanqing, Wing Chun, Hongquan and dozens of other boxing techniques. I practiced Sanjiu in winter and Sanjiu in summer. I never slack off for a day when I practice Sanfu. I am twenty-nine years old this year.”
As he said that, Wang Zhong turned to look at Fang Zhiheng: "For twenty-two years, I have been running, doing stances, and practicing martial arts every day. If I am still defeated by you, a little girl who has only practiced mixed martial arts for five years, then what will happen to my twenty-two years? What did you practice in the second year?"
There was a look of surprise on Fang Zhiheng's face, and he looked at Wang Zhong with a bit more curiosity, and then he nodded with deep approval and said: "No wonder you are so powerful!"
After hearing Wang Zhong's words, Fang Zhiheng seemed not to be so unacceptable about what he had just been tortured by Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Every move I just made is the result of twenty-two years of unremitting practice, so you don't have to be too frustrated. After all, we practice completely different things."
Recalling the feeling of powerlessness he felt when sparring with Wang Zhong just now, Fang Zhiheng asked: "Are there many people like you in the country who insist on practicing traditional martial arts hard?"
"There are many, and they have been practiced since childhood. However, times have changed now, and the masters mostly teach beautiful moves based on performance routines, which is what we in Chuanburi commonly call Hua Quan Xiu Kou."
"but······"
"But what?" Fang Zhiheng became increasingly curious.
"The foundation of fighting skills is still the battle of physical fitness. The so-called kung fu is nothing more than the combination of strength, speed, and reaction. In your mixed martial arts ring, there are also differences in weight classes!"
"We have a saying in Chuanwu: If you want to hit someone, you must first learn to be beaten."
"Generally speaking, tall and obese people generally have greater strength, but their reactions and speed will be slower. Skinny people generally have less strength, but are more flexible. But if two people start a fight, who do you think Has a greater chance of winning?"
"Hmm~~~" Fang Zhiheng pondered for a moment: "I think it depends on the terrain!"
A smile appeared on Wang Zhong's face: "Yes, my brain is flexible enough, that's what I say, but usually, it's the fat people who are bigger in the face. After all, not everyone is Uncle Long in the movie, and they can use any terrain props. "
"That's true!" Fang Zhiheng also agreed.
After some small talk, the two parted ways. Before leaving, Wang Zhong specially said one more thing: "By the way, if you are interested in martial arts, I recommend you to watch the old movie "The Prodigal Son" again."
"Wait!" Wang Zhong had just taken a few steps when he was stopped by Fang Zhiheng.
Fang Zhiheng looked at Wang Zhong who turned to look at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday. I'm going to the boxing gym to practice. Are you interested in going to the boxing gym and let's practice again?"
Wang Zhong smiled slightly, strode up to Fang Zhiheng, and handed over his mobile phone: "Add WeChat for easy contact."
"Okay!" Fang Zhiheng showed a smile on his face, took out his mobile phone from his sports bag, scanned Wang Zhong's personal QR code, and chose to add.
"Let's get to know each other again, my name is Wang Zhong!"
Fang Zhiheng hesitated: "Lucy Cai!"
"Then we'll make another appointment tomorrow! Goodbye!" Wang Zhong waved his hand and walked away carrying his small bag and mobile phone.
After saying goodbye to Fang Zhiheng, Wang Zhong went to buy breakfast outside the community as usual. Unexpectedly, he just walked into Building 19 and saw Yu Chuhui, He Minhong and Zhu Zhe coming out of the elevator together.
"Brother Wang?" Seeing Wang Zhong, the girls all had smiles on their faces.
"Sister Zhu, Xiao Yu, Xiao He! Are you going to work so early?" Wang Zhong also smiled and greeted several people.
"Hmm! Brother Wang, what are you doing?" Mainly because Wang Zhong was wearing sportswear and had a white towel hanging around his neck.
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Do some morning exercise and buy breakfast by the way." He picked up the paper bag in his hand.
"Then you go quickly, don't delay!"
"Goodbye, Brother Wang!"
"goodbye!"
Today, I discussed with Fang Zhiheng for a while and chatted for a long time. After a delay, Fang Zhiheng went home directly when the two parted. Wang Zhong also came back a little later than usual after buying breakfast, so I happened to meet three beauties from 2202.
In the afternoon, at five o'clock, Wang Zhong was ready to go out. He also went to the fruit shop to buy more fruits, especially the lychees in season. What they look like when they are placed in the space will be what they look like when they are taken out. It is a natural storage. How can we not make use of the fresh-keeping warehouse? Wait until autumn and winter, and then take a bite of lychees in July, the taste will be so comfortable.
Wang Zhong had just come out of the fruit shop, carrying two large bags of lychees, watermelons, and a bag of bananas. He was about to find a place to store them in the space, when suddenly a familiar shout came from behind him, and the tone was a bit surprised and uncomfortable. I'm sure.
"Wang Zhong?"
Wang Zhong turned around and saw Zhu Zhe riding a shared bicycle parked beside him. There was also a plastic bag in the basket in front of the bicycle.
"Sister Zhu?"
"Why are you here?" Wang Zhong really didn't expect that he would meet Zhu Zhe when he went out to buy some fruit.
Zhu Zhe said: "I just came back from get off work and passed by the market. I wanted to buy some food and go back!"
While he was talking, Zhu Zhe had already got off the shared bicycle and walked to Wang Zhong's side. He looked at the three large bags filled with Wang Zhong and was a little surprised: "Buy so many fruits?"
Wang Zhongdao: "Didn't you treat me to dinner last night? I was visiting the fruit shop just now, and I happened to see lychees and watermelons. I thought that the weather is so hot now, and it would be good to eat some lychees and watermelons to relieve the heat, so I thought of giving them to you. Take some back with you too!”
"You're too polite!"
"What's the point of this? Reciprocity!"
"You bought a lot!" The bag in Zhu Zhe's bicycle basket was also a lot.
Zhu Zhe said: "Tomorrow is not the weekend. I plan to make some beef sauce. Do you want to try it?"
"That's a great relationship!" A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Zhong's face: "Whether it's mixed with noodles or mixed with rice, beef sauce is an excellent partner!"
"Then I'll let Xiao He call you tomorrow!"
"Don't go to all that trouble. Let's give it some prestige. Let me know when you make it, so I can see how you make the beef sauce." Wang Zhong said.
"I almost forgot that in addition to being a great writer, you are also a seasoned foodie!" Zhu Zhe said with a smile.
"I dare not say anything else. I am very knowledgeable about eating."
"I hope my beef sauce is to your liking!"
"The beauty is already delicious, the beef sauce is just the icing on the cake!" Wang Zhong joked lightly and gave a little fragrant fart as a gift.
"As expected of a great writer, eloquent!"
"Who said writers can speak eloquently? Writing it out is completely different from speaking it out."
"Yeah?"
"When we are coding, we can think about it, think about it, check it and modify it after writing, but we can't speak it. Most of the time, we just blurt it out without thinking."
"It really sounds like that."
"By the way, your neighbor has asked me to go to the boxing gym tomorrow morning. Isn't it the morning when you make beef sauce?"
Zhu Zhe said: "I want to sleep in and rest in the morning, and then do it in the afternoon!"
"Our neighbors are you talking about?" Zhu Zhe asked with some confusion.
"The girl who lives in 2201 is a practicing practitioner. I met her several times during morning exercises. This morning..."
After listening to Wang Zhong's explanation, Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong in surprise: "Can't you tell, you are still a martial arts master?"
Wang Zhong said modestly: "What a martial arts master, it's just some martial arts skills to strengthen the body."
"No wonder you dared to stop that perverted candid camera man yesterday." Zhu Zhe thought of what happened yesterday. The girls chased and shouted all the way, but there were so many pedestrians on the road, but none of them came to help. Many of them were tall, young and energetic. Fortunately, he met Wang Zhong.
"That's right!" Zhu Zhe expressed his thanks again: "Thank you very much for what happened yesterday!"
"Didn't I thank you all last night?" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "I only helped you once. If you thank me every day when you see me, then if I see you in the future, I must stay away from you!"
Zhu Zhe grinned and changed the subject: "Put some things in the basket! Reduce the burden."
"That's a good feeling!" Wang Zhong said: "I'm worried that I bought too much and it's too heavy!"
"You too, why did you buy so much at once! It's still a long way from here to our community!"
“Didn’t I see these fruits were so fresh that I couldn’t hold back!”
"Pfft!" For some reason, Zhu Zhe, who usually had a lot of laughter, became particularly relaxed when talking to Wang Zhong and was easily amused.
"I have a deep understanding of this!" Zhu Zhe said seriously.
"Shopping?"
"What do you think?"
Wang Zhong turned his head and looked Zhu Zhe up and down, shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like him."
"Can this be seen?" Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong doubtfully.
"I feel it!" Wang Zhong said: "You give me the feeling that you are calm, pragmatic, self-disciplined, and should be more frugal at ordinary times."
"Can you feel this?" Zhu Zhe asked curiously.
"How does it feel? It's not necessarily accurate."
The two of them walked home, chatting all the way, just casually, talking here and there, and the topics were only superficial and not in-depth.
"Sister Zhu, I need you to hand over this fruit, and I'll go there myself!" In the elevator, Wang Zhong handed a big waiting enemy to Zhu Zhe.
Zhu Zhe nodded and took the bag: "Okay, I'll give it to Zhen Zhen for you."
"Then I'll trouble you!"
"Goodbye!" Wang Zhong in the elevator smiled and waved.
Outside the elevator, Zhu Zhe also smiled slightly and waved goodbye: "Goodbye!"
Although it is just a slight smile, it is as bright and beautiful as a blooming flower, which is heart-breaking.
