teacher, come here

Han Yuan parked his motorcycle in a parking space on the side of the road, and ran into a five-story commercial building - Jingye Mall.

The first to fourth floors of the shopping mall are cosmetics and clothing stores, and the fifth floor is separated by a gym and some shops selling outdoor sports products.

Han Yuan ran up the stairs two steps at a time.

He is young and powerful, with a light step and great elasticity.Every step is like stepping on the wind.

He went up to the fifth floor in one breath without much panting.

When Han Yuan entered the Datong Gym, some people had come in one after another.Five or six middle-aged aunts are at the outermost part of the arena, doing aerobics with the dance coach Chen Xiaomei.

One, two, three, turn.

An older sister turned around and saw Han Yuan, panting and saying hello: "Xiao Yuan, I'm here today."

"Sister, you seem to have lost a lot of weight today." Han Yuan said.

My sister laughed hahaha. "Xiaoyuan knows how to make my sister happy."

One, two, three, turn.

When she turned around again, she wanted to say a few words to Han Yuan, and when she teased this half-grown young man, Han Yuan had already walked inside.

In the middle of the field is the equipment area.There are several treadmills, rowing machines, abdominal muscle boards, steppers and other heavy equipment.Going further inside, the innermost corner is a training ground.Hanging large and small sandbags, rings and the like.

A man is punching a sandbag.

Next to the sandbags is a fighting field, surrounded by ropes.Usually there are few people going up, and there are no regular coaches.Just a few friends of the curator, get together here every now and then to learn boxing skills.

When the curator was drifting outside, he learned boxing from a retired boxer for two years, but he was a senior in the first grade, and secondly, he really didn't have much talent. After wandering outside for a few years, he came back and opened a gym.After going back and forth, I got to know some fighting enthusiasts, and exchanged ideas with each other if I had nothing to do, and then I was bragging all over the world.

But the people who come here can basically be divided into two categories, one is rich and leisurely aunts who lose weight, and the other is young people who exercise their abs and chest muscles in order to pick up girls.However, affected by the Internet in the past two years, the little girl who was only interested in yoga before also began to join the ranks of fitness.

The most frequently asked by them is: "Assistant Yuan, how can I get eight-pack abs in the shortest time and the fastest speed."

"inject."

"Will injections help?"

"Of course it works. And where there are muscles, there are muscles."

"Are there any side effects?"

"Have."

"What side effects."

"Death."

Han Yuan stopped for a moment in front of the sandbag.

The young man who hit the sandbag punches quickly and fiercely.It looks like it has a training base.Those who have no foundation only know how to punch sandbags and exert force randomly.It's easy to injure yourself.

And this person kept moving his steps while punching, and used his hands and feet together from time to time, making a beautiful combination of punches.

Among the curator's friends, it seems that he has never seen such a person.But there is a private school nearby, maybe the students there.

The colleges and universities here are not ranked anywhere on the earth, and the sports school is quite famous, offering various fighting courses such as Sanda, martial arts and boxing.A lot of sports talents are sent to the country every year.

In this city, there is no economic growth point, the industry has also declined, and cultural tourism has not formed a large scale. The government has been exploring for a long time, and finally given the concept of "sports revitalize the city".

A lot of money has been invested in sports facilities every year, which has also given citizens some concepts and awareness of the skills of various local sports schools.

But the sports school only accepts some teenagers.Because only by learning the basics, can you have the opportunity to participate in some national or international competitions, get a prize, get a ranking or something.

How old is this person?Han Yuan was a little uncertain.

The room was air-conditioned, and it was hot and stuffy.Han Yuan took off his big jacket and was about to go to the locker room to change with his clothes.

When I turned around, I saw a girl in her twenties about to use a chest machine.She had slender arms and legs, and she struggled every time she pushed, and her face was flushed red.

Han Yuan has gone around and adjusted the emphasis factor of the machine to the minimum.He put his hands on her head again, raised her chin, and let her gaze look into the distance.

"Pay attention to breathing. Exhale when pushing, and inhale when pulling." Han Yuan confessed to her.

"Are you a coach?" the girl asked him curiously.

"Assistant. When the coach is not here, I will show you." Han Yuan said.He does not have a coaching certificate, although he also does the work of a coach, he can only be called an assistant coach.

"Oh." The girl's big eyes began to click and bloom all over his body, and then she nodded, "You look skinny, you don't have much flesh in your body, no wonder you're just a teaching assistant."

"I look thin when I wear clothes, and I look fleshy when I take off my clothes." Han Yuan was a little helpless.

"You have meat. Let me see where the meat is." The girl stretched out her hand and pulled his T-shirt, and then lifted it up, scaring Han Yuan into a big step, "You are..."

The girl burst out laughing.

Han Yuan felt helpless looking at the girl who couldn't straighten up from laughing.

"I'll just tease you, assistant, don't mind."

Han Yuan nodded, "It's okay. I want to see you say something, and I will lift my clothes myself."

The girl laughed again and again: "Teacher assistant, how can I train to be the kind you said, strong without showing too much muscle."

"Do more cardio. Jump rope, run."

Han Yuan also doesn't understand why the little girl now does gymnastics well and doesn't do yoga, so she insists on lifting a barbell, punching a sandbag or something.

"What do you call it? My name is Pan Yueyue." The girl said bluntly.

Before Han Yuan could answer, he heard someone shout.

"Coach." The voice was loud and bright.When Han Yuan turned his head, the person hitting the sandbag had stopped.Looking straight at him.

"Why are you calling?"

"Han Yuan, teaching assistant."

"Teaching assistants are fine too. How about playing with me?"

The man said to Han Yuan, jumped a few times, and made some basic punching postures.Looking young, only in his 20s, his eyes are big, bright, and slightly sunken inwards, looking very energetic and energetic.

"playing what?"

"Huai Strike, MMA, Sanda, whatever." The man said.

"These classes are not offered here." Han Yuan said.

"I think there is a place here, there are gloves and targets, isn't it quite complete?"

"That is the curator's private property." Han Yuan said.

"Then what are you doing here?" The man suddenly threw his leg at the sandbag, and the sandbag was beaten so dizzy that it swayed back and forth several times.

Han Yuan pointed to the row of fitness equipment, "Teach the students to use this."

"Fuck. No boxing coach here?"

Han Yuan shook his head.

"Fuck, fuck." He hit the sandbag a few more times.

"A few players may come in the afternoon, you can wait for them if you want to play," Han Yuan said.

"What are they playing?"

"Play a little with everything." Han Yuan smiled, and answered the next sentence in his mind, he couldn't understand anything.

"And you. Play?"

"Not playing." Han Yuan said as he went to the locker room to change.

Han Yuan really doesn't play with these things.There are too many rules in these things, there are rules in boxing, rules in Sanda, and rules in fighting.These rules are good, regular, and have character, but in this city, they can't bring him any substantial benefits.

"Hello." The man called him suddenly.

Han Yuan was a little annoyed, but based on the principle of not being angry with the guests, he turned his head back.

The man had already chased him up and punched him in the face with a wave of his hand. Han Yuan lowered his head and dodged it. The man punched him again, and Han Yuan dodged again.

The man turned around, spun his legs, and kicked Han Yuan high in the head, but Han Yuan blocked it with his arms.

The man chased after him, making Han Yuan a little angry, and kicked him in the abdomen with his foot.

The man dodges away.

"What are you doing, aren't you not playing?" The man looked at him with a smile.

Han Yuan glanced at him.Suddenly feel very boring.Although this person is unreasonable and still stalking, judging from the one or two tricks he has passed, his posture looks good, and he seems to have received formal training.Judging by his age, it doesn't look like he's younger. He should be a player with money and leisure.

How can I compare myself with others.

In the past, there were very few people who played this sport, and they were all mentally disabled children who either couldn’t go to school, their brains didn’t work, their parents had no choice but to send them to sports schools, or their families were poor and couldn’t afford their children to go to school, and they hoped to enroll in a martial arts class. Be a security guard.

But in the past two years, for some reason, this thing has become popular in this city. There are many rich second-generation young bosses who wear boxing gloves and boxing in style.

The curator's dilapidated training ground, with more and more people and more and more complicated classes, is the best proof.

"I don't play, but I didn't say not to beat people." Han Yuan was a little impatient.

"He still has a big temper," the man said.

Han Yuan hurried to change clothes.His body was already sweating, and he didn't like the sticky feeling of the clothes on his back.But the man kept jumping in front of him, blocking him.

Although the man was not big, he moved quickly and nimbly. Han Yuan felt annoyed, so he wanted to go up and give him a few blows.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Don't you want to find someone to play with?" Han Yuan smiled, and he turned his head and shouted at a person behind him, "Curator, you are here. There is a new student here, do you want to have a trick with him. "

The curator Li Jianyong made an appointment with a few sports friends in the afternoon, and he was free, when Han Yuan called him, he immediately walked over.

"Who? Is it this young man? This young man is all muscular. But in boxing, the more muscles you have, the better, especially in formal competitions. If you gain a catty or lose a catty, it will affect your performance..."

Han Yuan went straight into the antechamber room.

When he came out, it was just a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.He did not wear formal sportswear like other fitness instructors.

This gym is not that particular.The curator doesn't care much about management, basically he only cares about his boxing friends.

Han Yuan felt that it was a miracle that the gym could survive.

As soon as Han Yuan came out, he saw Li Jianchun crawling on the ground.Two gloved hands clasped their heads.

After a few seconds, Li Jianyong suddenly jumped up. "Come, come again."

Han Yuan found it interesting. Although Li Jianyong was only an amateur player, he had formally studied as a teacher, and from time to time he would compete with one or two amateur masters. In just a short while, he was put on the ground?

Li Jianyong jumped up and down and punched a few times, but they were all show-offs and none of his punches hit.Being easily dodged by that person, Li Jianyong kicked out again.That person also flashed.

The man jumped up and down for a while, and suddenly he rushed over, hugged Li Jianyong's waist tightly, and threw him heavily to the ground. He sat on him, locked his arms tightly with both hands, and threw him to the ground. Press down on the ground.

Li Jianyong's entire upper body couldn't move, and he couldn't use his legs to pull on that body for a long time.

He started to move his body little by little again, trying to get out of the man's hands and legs that were tightly clasping him like a lock.

He violently turned over several times, but his body only moved, and he was crushed to death again.

Li Jianyong gasped for breath, as if he had no strength left.The man didn't punch, just pressed him down.

Han Yuan looked a little surprised.He has seen Li Jianyong boxing.Li Jianyong is learning boxing halfway, and lacks technical details, but because of his strong physique and natural supernatural power, his fists are very important.

Those fighters who fought with him often relied on their skills to hit him many times and nothing happened, but he only needed to punch him, and sometimes he could knock people into confusion.

But now, this strange man was gently locked on the ground by this young man, like a fish, he could only jump, but he couldn't turn over.

Is this the lock technique?