Great Power Army Reclamation

Ye Yuze ignored her. If he did, he would definitely get scolded again! This second sister's thinking has always been relatively simple, only looking at the results and not the process.

"Although BJ's two sisters are beautiful, they are much older than you, so they will definitely not want you. Your female classmate is pretty good, but she is so much taller than you, so she is not a good match. No, starting from tomorrow I have to I’ll give you a boost and grow taller quickly, otherwise you won’t be able to find a wife in the future.”

Er Hong had no intention of talking to Ye Yuze and was chattering to himself. Ye Yuze looked at his eyes, his nose, his nose, his mouth, and cared. The old monk sat still with a detached expression, and a few English words popped out of his mouth from time to time.

Ye Yuze slept particularly peacefully that night. Even at his second aunt's house, he had to pay attention to the time he went to bed and got up, for fear that his uncle would be unhappy. Let alone arriving at my uncle's house, I was simply trembling with fear. Today he completely let himself go.

Because I went to bed earlier, I naturally woke up earlier. The second sister was still sleeping soundly at this time, and a long leg was riding on the quilt. Ye Yuze was frightened by the sight, and he quickly tucked her back into the quilt, and then slipped out of the house.

To the west of the alley is the stone wall of the train station, which can be seen from the door. I don’t know what else is going east? Ye Yuze was not familiar with this place, so he walked that way. He only knew that the eastern end was the main road leading to the school gate.

After a few minutes, he came out of the alley. Ye Yuze didn't expect that there was an open space here. There were several large locust trees in the open space. They must have been there before the earthquake, which is why no houses were built here.

At this moment, there was a young man who was about the same age as Ye Yuze beside the tree. He was punching and kicking a sandbag hanging under the fork of a tree. The action was similar to Sanda.

Ye Yuze has really never been exposed to things like Sanda and boxing. Because the master is a little disdainful of these things, saying that foreigners practice these just to compete with their age, and once their energy and blood begin to decline, their physical fitness cannot keep up. Not as good as our traditional martial arts.

The younger brother-in-law and the others were basically boxing in a wild way, and they didn't play with Ye Yuze, because Ye Yuze was young and short. Although he looked a little brave, no one took him seriously in terms of fighting ability.

Ye Yuze stood on the edge and looked at it with interest. The sandbag was very heavy and filled with sand. When the young man hit it with his fists and legs, the sandbag barely shook. But the boy practiced very hard. Ye Yuze was still wearing cotton clothes, but the boy was wearing autumn clothes but he was sweating profusely.

At this time, the door of a house on the edge of the field was pushed open, and a young man in his thirties who looked very heroic came out and asked the young man: "How long have you been fighting?"

The young man replied naively: "Almost an hour."

The young man nodded with satisfaction and then put up a posture. Ye Yuze didn't understand this very well. It seemed that his posture was no different from boxing. The young man's legs can't help but move forward or backward, and are very flexible.

"Did you see that? Don't hit with dead punches when punching. One of the changes in pace is to find opportunities to attack, and the other is to maintain your center of gravity. You can't punch out and be dodged by others, and you will fall down if you use too much force."

Ye Yuze looked a little fascinated. This young man gave him the feeling that although he did not have any explosive muscles, he was definitely a fighting master.

At this time, the young man also saw him, and his face became a little ugly: "What are you looking at? Don't you know that you are not allowed to peek when others are practicing? This is called martial ethics."

After being scolded, Ye Yuze had no choice but to smile and leave quickly. I guess he was still a child, otherwise he might have done something on the spot. Alas, dancing is risky, so watch with caution!

Ye Yuze walked all the way to the roadside and found a breakfast shop. Ye Yuze liked the mutton soup and sesame cakes at this shop very much. This is also one of Lao Tangcheng’s favorite breakfasts. He originally wanted to buy the mutton soup together, but at that time there was nothing that could be packed.

Helpless, Ye Yuze had to sit there and drink a bowl by himself, then packed a dozen sesame seed cakes before heading back. He had even prepared lunch, fearing that he would not have anything to eat at noon. The second sister's craftsmanship is really not accurate.

When passing by the two people who were boxing, the young man suddenly called him: "Hey, can you sell these sesame cakes to me? Go buy it yourself."

Ye Yuze was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something to him. Grandma, you won't even let me punch you. Now you want to rob labor and management of sesame cakes. What are you dreaming about? But then I thought about it, wasn’t it just a trip? This doesn’t take much effort.

So he ran over with a smile and handed the sesame seed cake directly to the young man: "Master, I'll give this to you. No need to pay. I'll just go buy it again." After saying that, he turned around and ran away before the young man could say anything. Gone.

When Ye Yuze came back from buying sesame seed cakes again, the two of them had stopped practicing boxing and were sitting on the ground, devouring sesame seed cakes. Seeing Ye Yuze coming back, the young man stood up and put a dollar directly into his hand.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I have to go to work soon, so I don't have time to buy breakfast. I can't spend this money on you."

Ye Yuze didn't refuse, he took it with a smile and went back to the store. The young man asked: "Do you also like Sanda?"

Ye Yuze nodded, "When I was a child, I always practiced boxing with my master in Northern Xinjiang. When I came to Tangcheng, I didn't have a master anymore, so I haven't practiced. I just saw that you were very powerful, so I couldn't help but watch it for a while. Don't be surprised."

At this moment, the young man lost his straight face and nodded: "Then you punch the sandbag and let me see."

Ye Yuze didn't refuse, walked to the sandbag, handed the sesame cake to his left hand, squatted slightly on his knees, and punched out with his right hand from his waist. "Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the sandbag was lifted up. Before the sandbag could swing over, Ye Yuze punched out again. The sandbag was suddenly fixed in its original position, motionless.

The young man originally had sesame cakes recently, but he was so frightened that he forgot to chew them. Ye Yuze punched too hard. Even if he explodes with all his strength, he may not be much stronger than this child.

He looked at his watch and said to Ye Yuze: "You will be here on time at six o'clock tomorrow morning to practice with the second elder Yao."

Ye Yuze looked at the young man. He looked even more immature than himself, but this title was so characteristic of China. Why are we two old people?

Ye Yuze nodded, said nothing else, and hurried back to the store. He still has to go to school. Erhong has already gotten up and is washing her face and brushing her teeth. When he saw Ye Yuze coming back, he quickly prepared face wash for him. Knowing it's time for him to go to school.

My brother-in-law has been a little annoyed lately. That guy named Si Shengwu has been coming here every day. He didn't have money to watch the video, so when he came, he asked Liu He to discuss it. Liu He didn't bother him when he came, and he had a great time fighting with him.