The next morning.

When Fang Yuan entered the classroom, he found that several classmates were secretly glanced at him and whispering.

This is obviously talking about oneself.

Fang Yuan felt a little strange. He touched his face and found that there were rice grains or something stuck to his face.

After sitting down, the fat man who was sitting at the front table turned his head and laughed: "Fang Yuan, I heard that you went to the martial arts hall to be a sparring training. Have you been beaten miserably?"

The fat man's name is Niu Dazhi, and because his figure looks like meatballs, he was nicknamed "Beefballs".

Yesterday, when I was in the martial arts hall, I met a classmate in my class.

It's not surprising that this is spread.

Fang Yuan didn't want to hide it, and it was not a shameful thing, so he replied casually: "Yes. I'm in the martial arts school, but I'm not a sparring coach, but a fighting coach."

Several students around him gathered up and asked in a verbal manner: "Are you so short of money? You also have to work as a sandbag as a part-time job. How much money can you make in one hour of being beaten?"

"I am a substitute. I don't have money to get it, and I don't send it to me if I have money."

Fang Yuan suddenly realized that he was at work, so why didn’t he pay his salary to himself?

Of course, I just thought about it this way and didn't really care about it.

The students were still asking questions in a verbal way.

Fang Yuan was speechless about these gossip creatures, looked at the beef balls and said, "You have so much meat, you will definitely be resistant to beatings. Why don't I introduce you to the martial arts hall as a 'sandbag'. You should be able to make a lot of pocket money."

The beef balls turned black after being criticized.

Fang Yuan's anger increased slightly.

...

Han Youwei did not show up when school was over in the afternoon.

Fang Yuan originally thought she would invite her to practice again.

It’s better if you don’t show up, it’s too much to always refuse the invitation from a beautiful woman.

After school, Fang Yuan continued to serve in the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

After entering the martial arts hall, changing into the martial arts uniform, I started moving the barbell and sorting out the equipment in the martial arts hall.

Although it is a substitute class, after school every day, only four hours of work hours are not enough.

However, the Thunder Martial Arts Hall was opened by Fang Yuan’s father’s old comrade, so I didn’t care about this.

If the martial arts manager doesn’t care, it doesn’t mean that Fang Yuan can be at ease, so try to do as much as possible.

When there is no training work, helping to carry and carry, it is all about training strength.

Just as Fang Yuan was moving the barbell, Manager Liu of the martial arts center came over and waved his workbook and said, "Fang Yuan, hurry up and put on the armor, and it's time for you."

The one who waved it was clearly a work book, but it created a swaying a check book.

Fang Yuan looked around and asked strangely: "Uncle Zhou and the others have not yet played, it's my turn?"

After all, Fang Yuan is here to serve in the job, so he is definitely not proficient in business.

Therefore, Manager Liu would try his best to arrange other martial arts coaches to play, and only then let Fang Yuan go when other fighting coaches are too busy.

Manager Liu explained: "No, this customer called you."

"That's it. Then I'll wear armor now."

As Fang Yuan said that, he ran to the appliance room quickly, thinking while running, was he thinking, was he just a few days in his place to serve, and there were repeat customers?

When he arrived at the Wudao Platform, Fang Yuan understood what was going on.

"Why are you?"

Han Youwei was wearing a capable martial arts uniform, her hair was combed into a ponytail and tied it behind her head, and said with a smile: "There is no choice, I want to find you to practice with you, but I am always rejected, so I can only come to the martial arts hall."

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want to practice with you, I really don't have time." Fang Yuan explained.

"It's okay, we practice. You have been helping me improve my martial arts skills. I would be embarrassed if I always ask you for help. If I work in a martial arts school, then I will have no psychological burden."

In fact, in the morning, when Han Youwei heard her classmate say that Fang Yuan was a sparring training in the martial arts school, she not only didn’t think there was anything wrong with her, but was very happy.

Because Fang Yuan's extraordinary insight is indeed very helpful to her cultivation.

"Then let's start. The martial arts training program is charged according to the time." Fang Yuan grinned.

"Okay, this is my first time in the martial arts hall. I don't understand the rules of the martial arts hall. You can tell me first." Han Youwei saw Fang Yuan wearing armor and thought there should be a reason.

Fang Yuan pointed to the armor worn by his limbs and waist and explained: "Under normal circumstances, you can attack the parts where I wear armor at will. If you are injured, I will be considered mine. If you don't wear armor, you can't attack. According to the rules of the martial arts hall, you will have to pay for medical expenses to injure these places."

After a pause, Fang Yuan added: "However, we have actually practiced in school. You can be more casual and don't be restricted by these rules."

"Okay, I get it. Then I'll start."

Han Youwei said, taking offensive posture, kicked a sideways and swept Fang Yuan's chest.

Fang Yuan slid and avoided it, saying, "This kick is fifteen centimeters lower. You don't have to worry about the rules of the martial arts school. Just hit my forehead by the side spinning kick."

"OK."

Han Youwei agreed and kicked her out the second time, aiming at Fang Yuan's head.

Fang Yuan used his sliding steps to dodge again while leaning back, and then he saw a white foot sweeping over the door, and the strong wind blew up his bangs.

Han Youwei's offensive was very fierce, mainly based on leg techniques.

The two long legs swept around, and the movement was as beautiful as a picture.

While practicing skating, Fang Yuan analyzed Han Youwei's martial arts and gave his own analysis and suggestions.

After more than a dozen rounds.

Han Youwei asked in confusion: "Why don't you fight back?"

"Uh, I forgot to say that the martial arts coach cannot fight back by default unless the guest has special requests." Fang Yuan replied.

"That's it. Then I'll ask you to fight back now."

"Okay, the customer is God." Fang Yuan grinned.

The two started fighting again, going back and forth.

Fang Yuan still focuses on defense and occasionally counterattack, forcing Han Youwei to leave some strength for defense.

After half an hour of practice.

Fang Yuan found a circle of light lit up on his attribute panel. After a closer look, he found that the sliding step had been upgraded and turned into: sliding step lv.2 (0/100).

Afterwards, Fang Yuan tested his slippage and found that the reaction speed and dodge speed were accelerated by about 20%.

When checking the properties panel, I unexpectedly found that the anger point began to rise again.

+3, +3 jumps, I have been jumping several times.

Where did the anger come from this time?

Could it be that Han Youwei, this girl, is really popular?

Fang Yuan leaned over and approached Han Youwei and went to see her expression. Seeing that she was just exercising vigorously and gasping slightly, she was not angry.

I just got closer, and the anger point was still a +3, +3 jump, and it immediately turned into a +5, +5 jump.

In the blink of an eye, the anger point had risen to 182 points.

Fang Yuan wanted to see who contributed so much anger to himself.

So I looked around and saw a man standing under the martial arts platform, staring at him and Han Youwei, and the man almost burst into his eyes.

Of course Fang Yuan recognized this person because this person was William Lee.

When seeing William Lee, Fang Yuan also saw a faint energy rushing out of William Lee and drilling into his body.

This faint energy is a bit like a flame, very light and can't be seen without looking carefully.

Obviously, the anger came from William Lee.

It seems that I have really become an angry devil!

"Do you want to take a break?" Fang Yuan asked when he saw Han Youwei gasping.

Han Youwei shook her head and said, "I can't go back too late, so I have to hurry up. I want to test the characteristics of my newly absorbed star slot. Can I help me?"

"You have the final say tonight." Fang Yuan smiled.

"Then let's start."

Han Youwei said, launching an attack again.

But this time she no longer uses leg techniques, but uses close-up fighting and throwing skills.

She grabbed Fang Yuan's arm, then jumped up, stretched her legs forward, clamped Fang Yuan's neck with her legs, rotated her body, and used a triangle to twist it, and threw Fang Yuan to the ground.

This move uses the power of your thighs to strangle the opponent.

If you use your full strength, you can use your legs to break the opponent's neck.
To be continued...