The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The little old man's eyebrows were drooped and his face was ridged, but his eyes were bright and lively.

It was Liang Dunyan, the president of Peiyang University.

Liang Dunyan shot himself in the foot and caught nothing. He also asked Zhao Chuanxin to destroy public facilities and run away.

In fact, he knew that the Qing court ordered the arrest of Zhao Chuanxin, and that the Beiyang soldiers were defeated by Zhao Chuanxin single-handedly. He even knew that Aixinjueluo and Yikuang had suffered a big loss at the hands of Zhao Chuanxin!

But the old man was able to pretend to be completely unaware without changing his expression.

When he met Zhao Chuanxin, he immediately complained: "Mr. Zhao, you really made me suffer! I asked you to give a speech with good intentions, but you caused such trouble to the school. How can I bear it? That is the place for education. , is the hope for the rise of the nation and the country. Hey, forget it, forget it, consider me unlucky..."

A good move is to use retreat to advance.

If it had been anyone else, he would have been extremely ashamed after being told this by him, and would have hurriedly slapped his chest and swore to pay compensation or something.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't accept this trick at all: "That's all?

Are you unlucky?

Oh, okay, I have to lament that Principal Liang, you are really unlucky.

I still have to go one step ahead and ask Principal Liang for us to have tea together some other time. "

There was a lot of bitterness and hatred here.

But Liang Dunyan was dumbfounded when he heard this.

What the hell?

Am I so unlucky?

Is this really human language? Is there any humanity left? Is there any kindness? Can you still have half a sense of morality?

"Wait!" Liang Dunyan quickly stopped Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, today Beiyang University is holding a joint sports meeting. This is the first time. I warmly invite Mr. Zhao to participate!"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head honestly: "Principal Liang, as the saying goes, bad luck always accompanies me. Just like you, I often have bad luck. Wouldn't it be bad if I entered the campus and caused some damage? How can I bear it? I think I'd better leave."

Bah, who is as unlucky as you?

Liang Dunyan slammed the civilized staff hard and banged it: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, Peiyang University has always been welcoming to patriots like you. Although it is a small loss, I am also extremely heartbroken and can't sleep at night. , I can’t help crying even thinking about it, but I will still try my best to welcome Mr. Zhao.”

"..."

Damn it, why didn't you see this person being so shameless before?

It's really hard to resist a thin-skinned person like me, Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was just trying to get him to donate money.

He thought for a while, no matter what, he did cause a certain degree of damage to Beiyang University.

He has to bear the blame.

Otherwise, take it a little less seriously? If it really doesn't work, it's not impossible to plaster and plaster it yourself and repair the wall.

"Okay, Principal Liang, I'll just go for a walk and then leave."

Turning around in a circle will allow you to leave easily?

Liang Dunyan showed a smile: "If Mr. Zhao can come, Peiyang University will flourish..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and paid the driver, giving him an extra piece of gold as a tip.

The driver was overjoyed. He didn’t expect such a generous tip for this transaction. It was so worth it!

He nodded hurriedly and bowed: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

"As long as you don't rip off customers in the future, it will affect your height and your legs will be broken."

"Um...Sir, have you been to the Model Prison before?"

"It's nothing, just get out of here."

"Yes Yes……"

Liang Dunyan saw everything.

Looking at what Zhao Chuanxin did during this period, he made an evaluation in his heart: practice vajra methods and retain the heart of a Bodhisattva.

I have to say that often we can only look at a person objectively if the matter has nothing to do with us.

Although the first joint sports meeting of Zhili was promoted by Peiyang University, the venue was not within Peiyang University because there was not enough space to accommodate so many students.

Liang Dunyan watched Zhao Chuanxin sending the coachman away, and sighed in his heart about Zhao Chuanxin's dual nature.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where are we going?"

"Ah, I remembered, we have to take a bus to the sports meeting venue."

"Aren't you at Peiyang University?"

"It can't fit here."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Liang Dunyan as if he were a fool: "Principal Liang, why didn't you stop me from sending the coachman away?"

"Ah this..."

He really wanted to say that the Lord just wanted to stop you and forgot about it.

I could only laugh twice.

He said: "There is no car called by me. Let's take one together."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the driver's ribbed figure and his bright forehead, shook his head and said, "Sit yourself, I'll follow him."

It seemed that he was aware of Zhao Chuanxin's thoughts.

Compared to just getting Zhao Chuanxin to pay for it at the beginning, Liang Dunyan is now more interested in Zhao Chuanxin.

This guy is really interesting.

Are you worried that the driver is too tired?

You said he kills without blinking an eye, that's true. If you say that he bullies superiors and flatters subordinates, that is also true.

He can kill people, but he also has a compassionate heart. What a freak!

"As you wish."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly asked: "President Liang, does Beiyang University have a telegram?"

"Yes, do you want to use it?"

"Yes, I want to send a telegram to Hong Kong Island."

"Okay, let's wait until we get back."

Zhao Chuanxi was dressed more casually today. He wore a heavy earth-green shirt on the upper body, a thick black T-shirt underneath, overalls and short boots. His hair was a little messy today because he hadn't washed it.

If the clothes weren't very clean, Liang Dunyan would have looked like a Western migrant worker.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to rescue Zhang Rong today. If things didn't go well, he might end up in disgrace, and there was no need to dress so well.

The sports venue is actually not far from Peiyang University. There is a large area of ​​wasteland in the Jinnan area, so the sports venue is located in a relatively flat area.

As it happens, it is very close to the Model Prison.

He is tall and has long legs. If he walks quickly, he can catch up with the trot of the driver.

As long as he doesn't run, his foot strength is still remarkable.

Soon we arrived at the sports meeting venue.

There are so many people here, the sky is filled with excitement.

There are students here from Peiyang University, Beijing Normal University, Shanxi University and other universities.

After Liang Dunyan arrived, he introduced Zhao Chuanxin eloquently: "The events here are divided into five categories: track and field, field and gymnastics, military sports and situational games.

Popular walking activities include capture the flag race, egg race, writing race, and obstacle race.

The field events include holding an iron egg, high jump, and pole vault.

Gymnastics events include Swedish gymnastics and stick gymnastics.

Military events include fencing, stabbing, jujitsu, horse racing, etc. Originally, they wanted to add shooting, but Governor Yuan refused to give him a gun and was afraid of hurting someone, so he gave up.

Gaming projects, including one of our topics today, restoring rights of way, are interesting. "

Zhao Chuanxin listened and found it quite interesting.

Although the classification is unreasonable, many projects are repeated and irregular.

But this truly reflects the basic situation of physical education in new-style schools in the late Qing Dynasty. In one sentence: The times are progressing and the horizons are broadening.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "In fact, our martial arts can also be added to it."

"Well, no, no, no." Unexpectedly, Liang Dunyan refused. "Is it possible that Mr. Zhao wants to see you kicking in the crotch and I gouge each other on the field, throwing lime on each other?"

"..." Zhao Chuanxin looked at Liang Dunyan with his mouth wide open. "Is this how fighting works in today's martial arts world?"

"I just heard this, not witnessed it, but that's all I can imagine."

I've never seen you before so shut up.

Zhao Chuanxin watched with great interest. Although the competition field was full of male students, there were also girls in twos and threes holding books on the outside. They curiously joined in the fun and clapped along with them.

Just looking at a group of male classmates doing gymnastics with their pigtails swinging around, Zhao Chuanxin felt a little bit offended.

Seeing his interest, Liang Dunyan suggested: "Mr. Zhao, I see that you are still young, why not give it a try?"

"Isn't this not good?" Zhao Chuanxin said shyly.

"Why not? We, the Chinese people, should rise up and catch up with the great powers. The first thing is to supplement the lack of civilization in science and technology, and the second thing is to strengthen our bodies."

"Hey, the main reason is that my strength is too strong. I'm afraid that it will damage the self-confidence of these lovely students. After all, they are just delicate flowers."

"..."

Are you waiting to show off?

Liang Dunyan smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Zhao, don't think that these students are all incompetent. Among them are masters who have passed down their martial arts skills, some are gymnastics masters who have learned from foreigners, some are dancing masters, and some are fencing masters... ...In short, if Mr. Zhao thinks that his ability is superior to them, he would be overestimating the world's heroes."

"Really? Then let me try?"

"Just give it a try and these students won't disappoint Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin happily came to the "holding iron egg", which is the shot put event venue.

At first, no one noticed him.

But when Zhao Chuanxin went to the registration office to write his name, the students at the registration office recognized him.

"Mr. Zhao, are you also here to participate in our first joint sports meeting?" The boy was quite happy. "Mr. Zhao, I didn't introduce myself last time we met. My name is Chi Yisheng."

"Well, what a good name." Zhao Chuanxin praised him, and then said: "I would like to ask, do your parents have any grudge against you?"

"..."

Is it so presumptuous?

But Zhao Chuanxin secretly slandered: If he is to be delayed for his whole life, isn't this even revenge?

Because Chi Yisheng's voice was loud, it attracted the attention of people around him.

Some people whispered to their companions: "Who is Mr. Zhao?"

The companion's eyes lit up: "Mr. Zhao is here? Is it really Mr. Zhao? I have to go and see. Mr. Zhao's speech is very interesting. Maybe he will give a speech today."

"..."

Not long after, Zhao Chuanxin was surrounded by people.

From a distance, Liang Dunyan looked at everything with a smile.

Right, this is the effect he wants.

What happened to the auditorium last time?

People around him were talking a lot, and Zhao Chuanxin felt dizzy.

Traffic is important in any era. For example, during the Three Kingdoms period, Yingchuan Academy was a good place to gain exposure. Another example is that in the Ming Dynasty, just showing your face in the Imperial College can help you gain a sense of presence. Now, Zhao Chuanxin has been in the newspapers every day, and in Tianjin City It's very famous.

He pushed away a group of students: "Hey, hey, today is the United Games. Did you see it? I also signed up. Now please keep order, learn from me, and be a civilized and ethical athlete."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and came to the shot field.

He picked up the shot put on the ground and shook it in his hand. It seemed that it was not much different from the standard shot put in later generations.

When everyone saw that Zhao Chuanxin actually played in person, they were all excited.

"Mr. Zhao must have cast very far."

"That's not necessarily true. Pushing an iron egg requires skill."

"I can deliver a good result of 3 feet 5 feet. Mr. Zhao probably won't exceed this number."

"We'll see!"

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin recalled his shot putting skills when he was in school. He tried it out and found that the stiff clothes were in the way.

After all, this kind of thick shirt is too tight to be compared with sportswear.

He took off his shirt and tried it on, but still felt uncomfortable.

Simply, take off the black T-shirt outside.

Good guy, the girls on the periphery just covered their eyes.

The weather at this time cannot be said to be bitterly cold, but it is certainly not warm either.

Zhao Chuanxin went shirtless, and the hairs on his body stood up when the cold wind blew.

He quickly moved his body and jumped on the spot.

Some girls felt that the school promoted new styles and there was nothing to hide. As soon as they let go of their hands, they saw Zhao Chuanxin's well-proportioned muscles beating up and down.

Ah, it hurts the eyes.

Ah, otherwise I can survive it by making it spicy.

Some boys looked at Zhao Chuanxin's strong and tall figure, and then looked at the female classmates who were still wanting to look at him, and immediately became angry: "The world is really declining, how dare you do this in broad daylight?"

Some of the boys present as contestants were even wearing long gowns.

You can imagine what it would be like to run with the hem of your coat lifted up.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about the world's opinions at all.

When I was in Palm Beach, USA, I could already see many women in swimsuits sunbathing on the beach.

It makes no sense that others can do it but you can’t.

He took a step back, put the shot put on the side of his neck, twisted, took a running approach, and pushed. Done in one go!

Everyone saw the shot put flying into the sky, getting further and further away...

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

A student ran over to measure it, and for a moment he shouted incredulously: "5 feet and 1 foot away! Mr. Zhao's magical power!"

Everyone gasped!

This is roughly equivalent to about 17 meters in later generations.

The shot put standard for national athletes is 16 meters.

Zhao Chuanxin did some calculations and frowned.

I am so powerful that I only pushed 17 meters?

Completely forget that when he was in school he could only push 10 meters away...

This made him quite dissatisfied: "I didn't perform well, give me the ball and I'll do it again!"

This attracted a lot of attention, resulting in few other projects being looked at.

This made other participating students very dissatisfied.

Simply, they dropped their projects and came over to watch the fun.

Also coming was Liang Dunyan.

Liang Dunyan was also extremely surprised when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin really didn't say anything.

After receiving the ball, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed it with one hand. Based on his last experience, he was more skilled this time, twisting, stepping, pushing...

The small shot put attracted a lot of attention.

Their eyes traced an arc, following the shot as it landed.

Some students simply ran behind the shot put, and after landing, they went over to measure: "5 feet 4 feet away!"

I don't know whether to say "I am Cao" properly or not.

All the teachers and students were in an uproar.

"How, how can this be done?"

"Divine power!"

"This seems to be enough to break the record of the Western Olympic Games!"

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to give it a try, but Liang Dunyan stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Mr. Zhao, there are still many projects, so save your energy."

After listening to the students' counting just now, Liang Dunyan remembered Zhao Chuanxin's words: It would be bad if it hurts the students' self-confidence.

He now thinks so.

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to give up after hearing this.

Some students suggested: "Mr. Zhao, why not try our egg walking race?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the race with the iron ball, and his head was full of questions: Can you pull him down?

There are also things like counting and racing at the same time, writing and running at the same time, etc. It’s just a joke.

He said: "This, let's just count you as the winner!"

"..."

Some students thought that Zhao Chuanxin looked down on them, so they said, "Mr. Zhao, the British foreign teacher has won four fencing competitions in a row over there. Why don't you beat him."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, if you are brave enough, you can also try the stabbing competition."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin felt that if he came on the field, he might fail. He knew nothing about fencing and spearing, so his great ancestor Zhao Zhongyi would be fine. So he hesitated and said: "Ah, this, this is not very good. My force value is too high. It would be terrible if I accidentally beat the foreigner to death."

He is really not good at "showing off his ugliness".

All living beings are silent.

Naturally, they couldn't tell whether what Zhao Chuanxin said was true or ironic.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin did have a record of one fighting against a thousand, even though it was a modern hot weapon war.

Liang Dunyan interjected: "Why don't you try horse racing."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "You can have this!"

In Lugang Town, his riding skills were far from the best.

But no one dared to look down on him, firstly because his two horses were very evil, the first one was dead, and the second one was unusually tall but extremely fast, and was very clever.

Moreover, there are rumors in the world that Zhao Chuanxin has Bodhidharma's light skill or magic bonus of crossing the river with a reed.

When they arrived at Happy Valley, Zhao Chuanxin picked the tallest horse.

But the embarrassing thing is that no one wants to compete with him.

These students are afraid of being embarrassed because their skills are inferior to others. Not everyone in this world is as thick-skinned as Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held the horse and waited for a long time: "Why is there no one? Can I compete by myself?"

Chi Yisheng also came to join in the fun. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Zhao, you can compete alone. Just time it."

"What's the point of that?" Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Then let me show you an equestrian show. Someone, set some gun targets for me!"

Some students take a stick with a ball of grass on top, wrap it with a cloth and stand it on the ground. It becomes a target.

"Mr. Zhao, it's done."

There were more people this time, almost the entire sports venue, including teachers and students, boys and girls, came to watch.

Zhao Chuanxin went into battle shirtless, holding down the saddle with one hand in the howling wind, his blue ghost armor only covering his legs, and then he started to mount the horse.

This launch alone won the house's approval.

"Mr. Zhao floated up."

"It's hard to imagine how he can be so flexible with such a big body."

After Zhao Chuanxin mounted his horse, he looked at a circle of onlookers: "In a moment, do you want to see a pistol, a rifle, or a machine gun?"

Oh, are you so professional? Even the guns have to be sorted into different categories.

"Mr. Zhao, use the electric shock gun in the auditorium that day!"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the boy who was speaking: "Don't come up with bad ideas. You do what you want!"

Everyone laughed.

Isn’t it nonsense to shoot with a Maxim heavy machine gun on horseback?

He stopped asking and rode forward.

When the horse picked up speed, Zhao Chuanxin took out his pistol, bang, bang, bang...