Real Scholar System

Fang Moyan changed into a tracksuit and went on stage. He performed a set of Tan Kung Fu in a well-regulated manner.

Honestly, it's not good looking.

Real kung fu is not something to watch, and most of the fancy moves that look good are not practical.

Experts watch the doorway, laymen watch the fun, and the audience is full of laymen, no one applauds.

"What is this show about?"

"It's good to turn a few somersaults anyway, come up and hit a few times, I can do it if I come up."

"It's boring! It's embarrassing! Why don't you watch the Fantasy King again, the scenes, the special effects, and the martial arts design are awesome."

"Be content! It's free for us to come here! It's a waste of money to watch a movie. It's a total of two hours, worth tens of dollars."

"Don't worry, just keep watching."

Liu Yiran watched Fang Moyan's performance and thought, that's it?That's it?What a shame.I thought what kind of kung fu you have learned, it is not as good as my eight-year-old cousin who is good at taekwondo.

Yuan Lanxi smiled, she knew he was going to mess up again.

Mayor Xia's complexion is also a bit unsightly, what kind of thing is this on stage?This kind of performance is simply the seat of Grandma Liu-full of fools.

He quietly glanced at Yushulev next to him, and the other party actually smiled,

Is there really anything good about this show?

"This young man is not bad, he is energetic and courageous." He even provoked Thumb to express his appreciation.

"It's really good." The leader next to him also echoed.

Yu Shulev led the army when he was young, and he has his own unique views on human spirit, and he also knows that real killing fights have no performance value.

From Fang Moyan's feet, waist and eyes alone, one can know that this is a good seedling worth cultivating.

After performing so many wonderful dances and musical instruments, this Siberian rich man didn't express anything. Why did he agree with this ordinary boy's performance so much?
Could it be that my own aesthetic ability is not good enough?

Seeing Yushulev applauding, Mayor Xia couldn't sit still and took the lead in applauding.

The organizer next to him saw that the leader took the lead in applauding, is that okay?We have to keep up.

There is a line in the Spring Festival Gala: "I don't care if you are the first to applaud, but you must be the last to stop!"

This time the audience applauded thunderously, no one would stop, they all wanted to be the last one to stop, but in the end no one would stop.

It made the audience in the back applaud inexplicably.

"Why do we applaud? Isn't this show exciting?"

"Smart or not, the leader is applauding, do you dare not keep up? If you are afraid of your hands hurting, you can tap lightly. Make a good impression on the leader."

"Okay, I understand, I can't stop my tambourine even if it becomes popular."

Fang Moyan was bewildered by the sudden applause on the stage. I haven't shown my unique skills yet. What kind of applause are you giving?

it's wired.

The applause continued, and everyone wanted to be the last one to applaud.

He came to the arena and pressed his hands to signal the applause to stop. Fang Moyan was also someone who had seen big scenes, and he could move freely on the stage.

The background of the stage is a wall, solid,

The teacher of the plumbing equipment in the background pushed up a high ladder, and hung the wooden boards that had been prepared on the background wall.

About one floor high from the ground.

Fang Moyan stood below, only reaching half the height of the board. He is 180 meters tall, and the height of the board is at least 3.6 meters.

The audience was silent, watching Fang Moyan's next performance.

The boxing just now was just a warm-up, so that the blood circulates, and the joints and other places are more flexible.

"What is he going to do?"

"I don't know, I don't understand it, maybe it's a mystery?"

"Is he going to perform parkour, just stepping on the wall and climbing up?"

"Really? Then this performance is very exciting."

All the audience held their breath and waited quietly. Fang Moyan's few operations aroused the curiosity of the audience.

He took a few steps back, looked back, and then took a few steps back, obviously to measure the distance with his eyes.

"He really wants to climb up!"

"The background wall is so smooth that it doesn't even have a point of support. Can you climb it? After all, parkour is not a light skill in martial arts movies, and it still needs protruding grips."

"Maybe the handle has been released, and it is dyed the color of the background wall so that you can't see it."

Fang Moyan started to run, pedaling, pedaling loudly on the stage, he came.

The hearts of the audience were also suspended, wanting to see if he could perform successfully.

Snapped!
Fang Moyan stumbled on the stage and fell there straight.

"Hey! What!"

"What a waste! He just fell down. Isn't this mistake too low-level?"

"Go down! Don't be ashamed!"

Liu Yiran was overjoyed, thinking, this time, Senior Shachi's tone finally came out.Tell you to bully people, hum!

Mayor Xia's face was gloomy as if dripping water, but seeing Yushulev's calm expression, he was relieved.Don't offend this international friend!Let alone affect the city's investment promotion!
The host hurried up to rescue the scene. He picked up the microphone and hadn't spoken yet. His vision blurred, and the microphone in his hand suddenly fell into Fang Moyan's hands.

Yushulev in the audience shrank his eyes, this is a master!
"Everyone, don't worry, it was just a small burden!"

"It's time to perform the real technique!"

The host wanted to cry, but what kind of player is this? He made a mistake on the stage, and he kindly went up to save the field. It’s okay for the player to be ungrateful, and even snatched his own microphone, and said that his mistake was a small burden.Do you think you are Xiao Yueyue, you have burdens when you walk?
I am!

Hearing that Fang Mo said that he wanted to show his real skills, he would step forward and take the microphone back.

On the stage, the microphone is the host's weapon!

Fang Moyan saw that he was going forward, smiled slightly, and threw the microphone into the sky, a distance of seven or eight meters.

This time the host was so angry that he jumped to his feet, so he wanted to ignore him, took another look, and was stunned.

It was too late and then quickly, just when the audience's eyes were attracted by the flying microphone, he moved, his steps were light, as if loaded with springs, and he took off directly in just three steps, like pulling onions on dry land, turning over and over again. After doing three somersaults, it flew up like a top, and stood firmly on the three-meter-high wooden board of the background wall.

At this time, the microphone also fell off, and Fang Moyan caught it steadily.

The audience was so stupid that they even forgot to applaud.

"What's the situation? How did he go up?"

"I just looked at the mic, and in the blink of an eye he jumped onto the plank."

"He flew up, and he didn't need to borrow any strength at all, he just flipped up."

"impossible!"

"Really! When he threw the microphone just now, all my attention was on him. I took three steps and then jumped up, just like the somersaulting cloud of Sun Monkey on TV!"

"That's the legendary qinggong!"

"I'll wipe it! Qinggong! It's amazing!"

"Then did you take a picture of it just now?"

"I didn't have time. The martial arts he performed was boring enough. Who would record such a video?"

Fang Moyan smiled: "Thank you everyone, my performance is over."

He turned over directly, jumped off the three-meter-high wall, and landed firmly in the center of the stage, his body barely shaking.

Yushulev frowned. This kid is indeed a master. It seems that Lewis can't keep his hand in the discussion later.

His decades of management experience told him that if you want to subdue a capable person, you have to use violent means to subdue him like taming a horse, and then give him some sweetness. This is the way to tame people.