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"Su Yang, now you start to practice Fuhuquan by yourself, I will correct your movements at any time."

"Go! One"

Su Yang made the first movement, which felt a bit like the open hand of Taijiquan drawing a circle.

But it's different, Su Yang puts out this movement very strenuously, and it's a bit awkward, it feels like all the muscles in his body are struggling.

The coach didn't continue to shout the number, so Su Yang kept this posture still.

After only 10 seconds, Su Yang felt sore all over his body and sweated profusely on his head.

The coach came over and patted his elbow and leg joints twice to correct his small mistakes in movement.

Hold on for another 10 seconds.

"two"

Su Yang started to perform the second movement.

Same as the first movement, I feel that I am not practicing again, but looking for guilt.

Three to four minutes later, Su Yang completed the first practice of the 4 movements of the first layer of Fuhu Fist.

As soon as it was over, he sat down on the ground. At this time, he was already sweating, his face was pale, and he was out of breath.

At this time, a teaching assistant handed over a bottle of water, and Su Yang took the water and drank it in one gulp, only to feel better.

"Su Yang, your body is not good enough."

Chen Feng frowned and said:

"You have memorized the practice movements, but it is not enough to practice only once. An ordinary quasi-martial artist should be able to persist three times for the first time."

Su Yang quickly explained:

"Brother Chen, I had a serious illness a few days ago, and my body hasn't recovered yet. I should be fine in two days. Three times will definitely do it."

He now knows that Fuhuquan needs to be practiced at the level of a quasi-warrior, and his current vitality is only 40, so it is difficult for him to persist in his current situation.

"That's fine! Come back to practice after you recover from your illness."

Chen Feng arranged directly:

"This is the end of your Fuhu Fist training today. Before your body recovers, don't practice on your own. You can go back today, and you can call me if you have any questions in the future."

Explain that Chen Feng nodded and left on his own.

Su Yang rested for a few more minutes, and stood up when he recovered a little strength.

He glanced at Xu Zongbao who was practicing Fuhu Quan not far away, and was also practicing the 8 movements he had just learned, but the monitor could hold each movement for more than a minute before moving on to the next one.

After Xu Zongbao finished practicing a set of movements, Su Yang walked over and said:

"Squad leader, I'm not in good health. The coach asked me to go back first, so I'll go first."

"Don't worry!"

Xu Zongbao pulled Su Yang:

"Go to the bathroom to wash up first. How are you sweating? I'll ask the driver to take you back later, so that you don't lose your face on the road."

Su Yang quickly waved his hand: "That's not good, I can go by myself."

"You're welcome, Xueba. It's a waste to not use the car in the parking lot. When the driver takes you home and then comes back to pick me up, I won't be able to finish today's practice."

The monitor said nothing.

Hearing what Xu Zongbao said, Su Yang didn't insist. He went to the bathroom next to him to clean up and change back into his school uniform.

Then he went to the cabinet to get the briefcase, took two sets of training uniforms, and left the martial arts hall. At this time, he found that the car that picked him up had already parked at the door.

Su Yang sat in the co-pilot's seat, held his things in his arms, and reported his home address.

After driving the car for a while, he fell asleep, really tired.

The crouching tiger boxing practiced today is too heavy for Su Yang, and it is a bit beyond the limit.

"Student, you're home!"

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yang heard someone shouting in his ear.He opened his eyes and found that he just saw the door of his own house, so he got out of the car in a hurry.

"Thank you master, let's go in and drink some water."

Su Yang said politely.

"No, I have to go back quickly, the young master may need a car."

After speaking, the driver drove away without saying much.

Walking slowly back home, I looked at the wall clock, it was not yet two o'clock.

Parents are not at home, and my sister is still taking a nap.Su Yang also went back to his room and put his things away.

Go to bed, and fall asleep as soon as you close your eyes.

"Su Yang, big slob, get up and have dinner soon."

Hearing his sister yelling, Su Yang opened his eyes and sat up.

I still feel a little weak, my whole body is sore, and I don't want to move.Fearing that his mother would worry, he walked out of the room slowly and sat down at the dining table.

"Xiaoyang, why do you look so pale, are you sick?"

Mother noticed something was wrong and asked quickly.

"Mom, it's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Su Yang explained and asked at the same time, "When will Dad come back?"

His mother looked at him worriedly and said:

"Your dad doesn't get off work until 8 o'clock today, and it's 8:[-] o'clock when he gets home."

"When Dad comes back, I have good news to tell everyone, keep it secret for a while."

After finishing speaking, Su Yang started to move. After eating two pieces of monster meat, he obviously felt that his arms and legs became his own again, the soreness was obviously relieved, and his face began to turn red.

After eating, Su Yang went back to his room and closed the door.He opened the briefcase, took out the contract, glanced at it and put it down.