I open a martial arts gym in Marvel

Chapter 91 Do as the Romans do
Zhang Yang didn't comment on Hawkeye's little thoughts.

Everyone will have their own choices, but at least they are practicing in his martial arts gym now.You can't let people poach someone from your own chassis!
Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to say it out!

"By the way, you haven't answered my question just now. You asked me to change my clothes so that these kids won't pester me to ask questions."

"Oh, then you really wronged me. With your vest, you are a sign of yours in the wild and in the dark, but you can't do it here."

Zhang Yang frowned, looking at Hawkeye, as if looking at a vexatious child.

"You have to learn to integrate into this martial arts gym, rather than stand out in it, just like you have to perform tasks and learn to hide. No matter what kind of concealment, you have to integrate with the current environment."

"I said I want you to do as the Romans do. I personally think that the term "Do as the Romans do" is not wrong. Don't you just want to become a whole with us?"

"But I'm here to train, not to practice hiding."

Zhang Yang blinked his eyes.

"That's part of your training."

Zhang Yang took Hawkeye to the backyard and pointed to the field where he hadn't finished planting the green vegetables.

"Plant the green vegetables in that field."

Eagle eyes looked at Zhengyang.

"I didn't come here to be a farmer."

"This is also part of the training."

This is also what is said in that martial arts novel, keep your familiar weapons away from you for a period of time, and then you have to use this period of time to live, and when you get your weapons again, you will feel different.

Although Zhang Yang didn't know what the real training mode looked like, he did not have the practice method of shooting wherever he wanted as Agent Phil said.

Do you still want him to teach the Hunyuan Heart Sutra to Hawkeye?

Anyway, a dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Hawkeye frowned, but he remembered what the director had said before he left, everything was under command and arrangement, so he held back his breath and started to grow vegetables.

Zhang Yang stood at the door of the backyard holding a cup of tea, looked left at his students practicing, and looked right at Hawkeye planting vegetables.

Good life, but that's all!

At night, Zhang Yang showed Hawkeye a trick.

Let him know what it means to be able to go up to the hall, go down to the kitchen, beat up bad guys, and be a teacher.

But he didn't dare to open the old godmother, and he didn't dare to serve mustard.

If this goes on like this, his martial arts gym will almost become a small food wholesale department for Marvel heroes.

"I rarely eat Chinese food."

Hawkeye held up the chopsticks in his hand, like a young child who just learned to hold chopsticks.

"Can I have a fork?"

Zhang Yang shook his head.

"You have to do as the Romans do, and you have to use chopsticks when eating Chinese food."

"But I don't know how to use chopsticks. It makes my fingers difficult."

Zhang Yang smiled reassuringly.

"It's okay, I still have equipment here."

He took out a pair of children's learning chopsticks from the drawer and handed them to Hawkeye.

"study hard, improve every day."

Hawkeye looked at the pair of children's learning chopsticks, pursed his lips, then threw it away and picked up the original pair of chopsticks.

"Now that I think about it, I still will."

Zhang Yang nodded.

"Then I'll put away these pair of study chopsticks."

When he put the learning chopsticks away, Zhang Yang smiled triumphantly.

An agent who performs missions in the field all year round needs to collect materials on the spot anytime and anywhere. What is the difference between using chopsticks and eating with two wooden sticks in the field?

Hawkeye took a bite of the dish, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh! My God, Zhang, these dishes are so delicious. You are a genius."

After saying this, he stopped paying attention to Zhang Yang, and started to eat voraciously.

At the end of the meal, Zhang Yang was glad that he had cooked too much rice. The guy in front of him actually ate three bowls of rice in one go, and swept most of the dishes on the table.

"Now I finally understand why Tony Stark likes to run to you often."

"Because he's a foodie?"

"No, because you are simply a treasure!"

That's a really high compliment.

"Thank you for your compliment, but I think you can clean up the dishes, wash the dishes and exercise with me now, and digest the things in your stomach."

"Of course!"

After tidying up the kitchen, Hawkeye spoke hesitantly.

"I want to practice archery for a while!"

"I think you can practice in two days. We have other activities after dinner."

Hawkeye followed Zhang Yang upstairs suspiciously, and when he saw a whole row of golden needles, his expression changed.

"Can't it be cupping? I quite like cupping."

Zhang Yang shook his head.

"cannot!"

"All right!"

Hawkeye resigned himself to his fate and sat down on the chair, but when he saw Zhang Yang was about to prick his temple with a needle, he immediately jumped up.

"What do you want to do?"

"help you."

"But you just tried to prick my temple."

"Come on! Tony's even stuck his tongue because of where the acupuncture points are."

Hawkeye was shocked.

"Why did he stick his tongue?"

Zhang Yang felt a little guilty, and glanced left and right.

"Your eyes are in a trance, you are lying."

Hawkeye immediately caught his guilty conscience.

"Well, I admit that he didn't stick his tongue voluntarily. I fixed him with golden needles, then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue."

"why?"

Hawkeye didn't quite understand.

"Because I want to see if I can cure his chatter."

Having said that, Hawkeye understood the existence of this kind of behavior.

"But I guess you haven't cured his talkativeness, because he's still quite talkative now."

Zhang Yang shrugged noncommittally.

"But it can't pierce my temple, it's a terrible place."

"But that spot will help your eyes too."

"What do you mean?"

"The optic nerve is connected to your brain, and now I want to stimulate all your nerves so that they reach a peak of activity."

Zhang Yang gave him a detailed explanation.

"This way you can know how long your visual best effect time will last when you are under high tension."

"Does this time period matter? I feel like I'm always at the top."

Hawkeye disagreed.

"I'm talking about visual peak time, like a guy, he can never be in a state of excitement. I'm all the same for his vision, through his gustatory nerves, and so on."

"You must feel that your eyes are in very good condition when shooting arrows, but this very good time period cannot last for four or five hours."

Hawkeye fell silent.

"I hope that with the help of Jingjin acupuncture, to a certain extent, it can help you extend the time period for the best visual effect to half an hour to an hour."

Hawkeye was a little shaken.

"Agent Patton, you have to know that sometimes on the battlefield, a second can turn the tide of the battle."

(End of this chapter)