There's something wrong with me

Chapter 71 Realistic Martial Arts Performance (6.4K)

Two months later, the one-year survival time is reached.

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[Main Quest Reward: 100 Adventure Experience]

[Adventure Level: 2 (200/400)]

[Non-mainline reward: 100 Honor]

Honor Level: 2 (200/400)

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Home.

Zhang Feng looked at the cantaloupe floating in the air. This was the last choice of '1.3 Constitution' double happiness.

Click—

Zhang Feng ate the food with the skin on while taking out his cell phone and looking at the owner's call.

'The "believers" are still useful.'

Almost a year had passed since the 'drug dealer' incident in MapleStory.

Zhang Feng often gives guidance to his comrades on martial arts training.

It was through guidance that Zhang Feng gained a deeper understanding of the human body's functions.

But the adventure world always has to go away.

For this reason, Zhang Feng decided to become a coach in a training center to get in touch with more "real students".

They can serve as examples of exercises that have always existed and are 'starting from scratch' without any foundation.

This allows Zhang Feng to compare the past and the present to identify and fill in the gaps in the fundamental basis of the human body and make up for any knowledge deviations that he may have missed.

I thought to myself.

Zhang Feng sent a text message to the owner of the museum.

(Sorry to bother you so late, owner. I don’t know if you have rested or not.

I want to go to the martial arts school to teach students tomorrow. Do you think this is a good arrangement?
After sending it, Zhang Feng looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock.

At this time, I don’t know whether the owner of the museum is asleep or not.

Anyway, after sending it, Zhang Feng fell down and prepared to sleep.

But before I could fall asleep, about ten seconds later, the museum owner called me back.

"Hey, Master Zhang!"

There were a lot of people chatting over there, and the sound of clinking glasses. "I'm treating a few brothers (franchisees) to a meal outside. Are you coming? I'll send you the address."

"I..." Zhang Feng was about to reply and refuse, but he heard several voices coming from the other end of the phone.

"Master Zhang? Is that the Zhang Feng you're talking about?" In the private room, a franchisee pricked up his ears when he heard the owner mention Master Zhang.

"Master Zhang Feng?"

"The expert who subdued head coach Master Wang with one punch?"

The others also took notice, and the sounds of conversation and clinking of glasses came to an abrupt halt, plunging the room into silence.

"Yes." The owner of the museum also nodded in confirmation.

"Then call Master Zhang over for a drink." A senior boss suddenly spoke up, and the others nodded.

He is the largest franchisee of the martial arts school.

The owner of the library is planning to open a branch.

"Brothers, please drink first." The owner gave them an apologetic smile and walked out of the private room, trying to find a quiet place to chat with Zhang Feng.

Because compared to these franchisees who have 'already signed contracts'.

The owner of the hall was more concerned about the mood of the master Zhang who was ready to leave at any time, and was afraid that the noisy chatter would make Zhang Feng unhappy.

'A blacksmith must be strong himself! Franchisees are all empty talk!'

The owner of the martial arts gym knew clearly that Master Zhang was the toughest person in their martial arts gym.

As long as Zhang Feng, a master, is in charge, the martial arts school will be able to withstand publicity and will not be afraid of outsiders disrupting the event.

After that, as long as it is promoted, the martial arts school will definitely become famous, and there will be no shortage of larger franchisees in the future.

After all, these bosses came to join the team only after hearing that the 'Triple Crown Champion of the Wushu Association, Master Wang' was knocked down by someone in one move.

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry." After the owner walked out of the private room, he also apologized to Zhang Feng, "The room was too messy just now."

"It's okay." Zhang Feng said nonchalantly, "It's inevitable for the owner to attend social events for the sake of the martial arts school, so let's get down to business."

"Oh right!" The owner suddenly remembered something and added, "I've mentioned something about you to some franchisees, the one about you defeating Master Wang with one punch. Is that okay?"

"I already work in a martial arts school." Zhang Feng said nonchalantly, "I'll also run a martial arts school. I get paid for my martial arts skills, so it's normal for me to talk about my kung fu. It's all for the sake of creating profits and reputation for the martial arts school.

In ancient times, there was a saying that people would take money from others to ward off disasters for them. This is reasonable and logical, so the owner of the museum doesn't need to explain too much."

"Master Zhang is truly magnanimous!" the owner complimented him, then brought up an old matter: "Have you eaten? Several of the gentlemen here would like to meet Master Zhang."

"I've eaten, so I'm not going." Zhang Fengshi had just finished a day of training and was sore all over. "I contacted the owner today, mainly to discuss how to arrange teaching for students. Are there any spots available?"

"Why not?" The owner of the hall said excitedly: "For a master like you to teach, even if there are no vacancies, there must be a vacancies!
Moreover……"

The owner of the hall said this, fearing that Zhang Feng would misunderstand that he was expelling others for personal gain and making room for Zhang Feng, so he explained:
"Students who have signed up are coming in one after another, and we don't have enough masters in our academy. I was discussing with Master Wang a few days ago whether we should invite you to come out of retirement.

Even if we can't hire you, we are thinking of trying to invite you to come and interview when we recruit a new coach.

But Master Wang also said that if you were an interviewer, you probably wouldn’t pass any of them.”

"Not really." Zhang Feng mentioned Captain Wang and the others' catchphrase, "If only those who can beat me can pass, that's too outrageous.

Because some people can teach and have rich experience, it is not just limited to the level of manual skills.

It's like a professional teacher and a graduate student. The latter may have more knowledge, but may not necessarily teach students well.

So when a gym owner recruits people, he can’t just look at their skills.”

"I don't really understand that." The owner laughed and said, "My understanding of kung fu is not very deep, and it is definitely not as professional as Master Zhang and Master Wang."

"Okay then." Zhang Feng heard him talking endlessly, so he concluded, "Then I'll go to the martial arts gym tomorrow morning, and we'll discuss the rest in detail when we meet."

"Okay!" the owner replied, then asked, "Shall I pick you up in the morning?"

"No thanks." Zhang Feng declined. "It's not far. I'll jog over. It's just a good warm-up."

……

the next day.

Because it is the 'first day of official work'.

Zhang Feng arrived at nine in the morning.

Because this is the opening time of the martial arts school.

Come to the door.

Zhang Feng looked inside and saw that there was only a new coach whom he didn't know in the gym, instructing two students who had also arrived early in the morning.

"Hello." The new coach looked at Zhang Feng inquiringly when he saw him approaching. "Are you here to register, or?"

"Hello." Zhang Feng also walked towards him, "I'm also a coach in the gym."

Zhang Feng looked upstairs and asked, "Is the owner here?"

"Not yet?" He replied, "I arrived half an hour early, and there are only a few cleaning staff in the hotel."

The new coach was only hired yesterday afternoon.

He came here early this morning as well, just to show the owner that he is working hard and not slacking off.

"Why don't you go over and take a look?" He added, "I'm not sure either. I don't know if the owner has arrived."

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Feng nodded and prepared to go up and take a look.

"This boy is still ignorant." The new coach saw Zhang Feng leave as soon as he said he would, but he felt that Zhang Feng was quite young.
"Even if you come early, you can't deliberately hang around in front of the boss. Instead, you should let the boss accidentally notice that you are working hard."

The new coach had his own ideas about his career, and he thought to himself, and did not try to persuade Zhang Feng.

After all, they are strangers. Sometimes, if you talk too much, even if you think it is for their own good, they may not appreciate it.

Zhang Feng didn't think too much about it. He went up and down the stairs and looked at several rooms in a few minutes.

Apart from a few cleaning staff, the owner of the museum did not come.

"I guess you drank too much yesterday?"

Zhang Feng shook his head and didn't care. It didn't matter where he practiced.

I saw that the upstairs needed cleaning.

Zhang Feng did not disturb others while they were working, but went downstairs.

"The owner is not here, right?" He asked when he saw Zhang Feng coming down.

"Not yet." After Zhang Feng replied, he went to the open space next to him, half-squatted down, and began to resonate overclocking, practicing the muscle groups of the Eight Steps to Chase Cicada.

Now, Zhang Feng still has two meridians that have not been opened in his Eight Steps to Chase the Cicada.

After that, you can start practicing the Great Demon Subduing Fist and the Cloud Exploring Palm.

But Zhang Feng did not choose to continue driving, but to resonate.

"My physical condition still has a lot of room for improvement. I might as well improve it first and focus my visualization on "awakening my spirit." This way, I can do both without any delay."

After thinking about it, Zhang Feng began to collect his thoughts and looked at his fingers.

Although he came with the purpose of becoming a disciple, Zhang Feng still subconsciously practiced his basic exercises for the day first.

As for the believers, we must wait until more students arrive in the academy.

Because teaching two is teaching, and teaching ten is also teaching.

The same is true when you watch them use their strength.

'Is this... horse stance?'

Not far away, the coach glanced at Zhang Feng a few times, but couldn't understand what Zhang Feng was doing.

Because Zhang Feng's movements now are very strange.

The body is in a horse stance, but the right arm is raised with the palm facing inward and placed half a meter away from the eyes.

"What on earth is that?" the coach was confused.

After all, he has a lot of martial arts knowledge and has seen many piles.

Although he did not understand the profound training methods, he knew that Zhang Feng's stance did not conform to any boxing style he knew.

"coach!"

At this time, a student was unfamiliar with some movements and was calling him.

Seeing that he had something important to do, the coach no longer paid attention to Zhang Feng, but shook his head in his heart.

"This coach is so young, maybe he's just a show-off, pretending to be so good?"

The coach thought about it, but he didn't want to offend anyone or care about him. He just wanted to deal with the things in front of him.

Zhang Feng squatted for about forty minutes.

I also saw that more and more people were coming into the martial arts hall.

By ten o'clock in the morning, there were already twelve people gathered in the museum.

"Pay attention to your breathing." But at this moment, the coach who had not cared about Zhang Feng before was teaching the students while looking at Zhang Feng distractedly.

"He did this weird horse stance for over half an hour? Holy crap! He really has some skills!"

He was now very surprised by Zhang Feng.

Although some advanced practitioners can also practice for such a long time.

But not many people can be as still as a statue and stand as still as a mountain as Zhang Feng.

But in fact, several meridian and muscle groups were beating inside Zhang Feng's loose trouser legs.

These throbbing muscles invisibly dispel most of the stiffness.

Of course, if Zhang Feng was forced to stand, he could do so.

After several months of practice in the deserted island world, Zhang Feng had a deep understanding of steady strength. Coupled with his current physical condition, it was easy for him to stand in a horse stance for an hour.

‘67%. ’

At this moment, Zhang Feng's mind was not on stabilizing his strength, but was completely subconsciously practicing resonance.

Now my mental visualization is still looking at my fingers.

The current popularity is 67%.

Moreover, Zhang Feng was able to gather this heat within 2 minutes, and then slowly adjust it based on the original 67%, trying to deepen it.

"After a year of training in MapleStory, I have come to a conclusion."

Zhang Feng looked at his slightly red index finger and said, "Even without the rock fruit, I still have a chance of awakening my spirit. Because the warmth and feeling of awakening my spirit seem to be achievable through visualization."

As I was thinking, my fingers felt cold, but the heat dissipated because my mind was distracted.

Zhang Feng didn't care, it would only take 2 minutes to get together anyway.

But at this moment, the sound of brakes was heard outside the martial arts hall.

Small parking lot in front of the martial arts school (sidewalk steps)

"Master, I don't know what to say to you."

The driver's door opened, and Master Wang shook his head and got out of the driver's seat.
"You said last night that Master Zhang would be coming this morning, and then you said you would pick me up this morning and we would go together.

Okay, I'll wait for you at my door for an hour, but I won't be able to see you.

I saw you hadn't come yet, so I went to your house and saw you were still asleep?"

"Oh... I don't want this to happen either..." The owner of the restaurant, who was still a little hungover, rubbed his head and got out of the car in the passenger seat.

Then, as if he thought of something, he hurried into the martial arts hall, and saw Zhang Feng doing horse stance.

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry. I drank too late and too much last night, and I fell asleep!"

The appearance of the museum owner and the apology he made as soon as he entered the door attracted the attention of everyone in the museum.

The owner of the museum didn't care, but continued to explain to Zhang Feng: "I remember setting an alarm on my phone, but when Master Wang came to find me this morning, I found that my phone was not charged and was turned off."

"Your health is important." Zhang Feng looked at the owner's red eyes and said, "I'll write you a prescription for sobering up later. Please find someone to get it."

"Master Zhang can also treat illnesses?" The owner of the clinic was suddenly confused.

'Is he Zhang Feng? The gym's 'treasure'?' After seeing the gym owner fawning over Zhang Feng, the new coach suddenly regretted not chatting with Zhang Feng before.

"You, that's you." Zhang Feng also looked at the new coach at this time, "Your students are almost here. I'll teach you today. You can go get the medicine."

"Me?" The new coach pointed at his nose.

"Yeah." Zhang Feng shook his hands, nodded to Master Wang who had just entered, and then looked at the new coach and some of the students who were looking at him.
“I like to do things and speak directly.

But my age doesn't look convincing.

So in order to avoid any dissatisfaction or distrust in me in the future.

Let's see for ourselves today. I'm picking fifteen of you. Come on, attack together."

"???"

The moment Zhang Feng finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

"What?" The two strong students who were hitting the sandbags next to them also stopped punching.

"You...I..." The new coach was so shocked that he pointed at himself and then at Zhang Feng. Is this something a human can say?
"Fuck!" Another student cursed, "That coach, even the Ip Man on TV can't necessarily fight 15 guys, right?"

"But you're not masters either." Zhang Feng stood calmly. "The people Ip Man fought were all skilled fighters."

"Master Zhang?" The owner tried to persuade him and offered him a way out. "I remember you wanted to talk to me about something. How about waiting for a while?"

"That's direct and violent enough." Master Wang clasped his fists in admiration, then stepped aside and did not participate in the competition at all.

Zhang Feng looked at the students and said, "If you don't take action, I will do it first."

There was silence for a few seconds.

A burly man wearing boxing gloves shouted, "So arrogant? Go! Beat him up!"

"Hit him!" The others were encouraged and started to perform the moves they had learned in the past few days, then swarmed towards Zhang Feng.

"Your lower left body is unstable." Zhang Feng glanced at the young man in the lead, and while giving him instructions, he took the initiative and pushed his palm forward on his chest. The young man staggered and fell to the left.

Fortunately, the ground was soft, so it didn't hurt if I fell.

Zhang Feng ignored him and looked at the second person, "The right fist is too low, and the power from the waist is not enough."

boom-

Zhang Feng gave another gentle push, and at the same time, he swung his elbow sideways, his palm like the wind, sweeping across to the few people who followed, pointing out their flaws.
"Right leg, upper waist and arm, wrong steps, elbow too low, punching is OK, but don't hold back when punching, I can handle it."

Zhang Feng pointed at several people and defeated them one after another.

Bang!

Several people were knocked down by Zhang Feng one after another.

At the same time, the people behind looked at each other in surprise, and then looked at the people lying in front of Zhang Feng. They hesitated and did not move forward.

But in just a few seconds, their surprised expressions quickly turned into excitement and they shouted.

"Coach! I'm following you!"

"I me me!"

The person who was knocked to the ground by Zhang Feng was also raising his hand.

"Count me in, coach!"

……

Then for several days.

Zhang Fengdu is teaching students in the martial arts school, hoping to understand their strength and functions in the shortest possible time.

In the evening, Zhang Feng picked up a pen to record and describe some things, which were different from his own direction of effort.

Zhang Feng knew very well that differences in the human body would lead to different knowledge and results.

For example, if we compare the human body to the "base number", the strength of the human body is the "process", and the force exerted at the end is the "result" and "summarized knowledge".

But now the human body base is different, and the process of exerting force is also different.

Then the final result is naturally ever-changing knowledge.

Zhang Feng's own strength is ever-changing, and he has a lot of insights and understanding about it, so he learned very quickly.

Even just give Zhang Feng more time.

Zhang Feng can also calculate the different results of his punches based on the different physical functions of each student, and then work back to tailor a method of strength that suits them.

The powerful knowledge base makes Zhang Feng like an 'encyclopedia of martial arts training'.

But Zhang Feng also knew that his encyclopedia still needed more filling.

These students are the 'raw materials' of knowledge.

But Zhang Feng felt that this was not enough.

Fifty-five students in the martial arts school are too few.

Zhang Feng thought of this and looked at his watch again. It was almost half past eight.

……

Zhang Feng never stops running at night.

Wait till ten o'clock to finish running.

Park entrance.

Zhang Feng looked at his running friend Xiao Li and said, "Li Zi, let's go and eat some skewers."

"What skewers do you want to eat?" Xiao Li wiped his sweat with a towel, "You've really made a lot of money these days, and I've really had enough.

I ran with you for six days, and damn, not only did I not lose weight, I even gained three pounds?"

Zhang Feng didn't respond to his question, but only asked, "I just want to ask if you want to eat."

He smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, I want to eat it. I want to eat it with big mouthfuls!"

……

the next day.

It is also the seventh day in reality.

Zhang Feng went to work as usual.

"Hello, Coach Zhang!"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"

It was just nine o'clock when Zhang Feng entered the martial arts hall. There were already more than twenty students waiting for him.

Especially at noon and evening, the number of people can reach about forty.

Especially yesterday, Sunday, the number of people reached 52 in the afternoon, which was basically full.

"Ah."

At this moment, Zhang Feng saw them all clasping their fists to him, and he nodded like a master and handed over the cup of water in his hand.

A student stepped forward and took it, then went to pour water for Zhang Feng.

"You guys practice first, just follow the steps I teach you."

Zhang Feng looked at the students who were full of expectation.

"First, do horse stance for 20 minutes, and if you can avoid taking a break, do so as much as possible.

Steady strength is the beginning of all success.

Wait until I come downstairs and I'll teach you some self-defense skills."

"Yes! Coach!" They answered in unison, and then began to do horse stance by comparing with each other.

Zhang Feng took a quick look and went straight upstairs.

Arrived at the museum owner's office.

The door was not closed and the owner was taking a nap on the sofa.

When he heard footsteps and saw Zhang Feng coming in, he immediately said helplessly: "Master Zhang, what's the matter? Why did you ask me to come here so early in the morning?"

"About the martial arts school." Zhang Feng sat on the sofa opposite. "I have an idea these past two days and I want to talk to you about it."

"Go ahead." Hearing Zhang Feng talking about business, the owner immediately sat up and said, "Should I call Master Wang and ask him to come over?"

"Okay." Zhang Feng leaned back on the sofa and started chatting. "Does the owner have any intention of opening a branch?"

Zhang Feng wanted to see more information about the human body, so he thought of using the museum owner's resources to expand the scale of teaching students.

One thing you don’t have to worry about, and two things aren’t that much to do.

If you take a look at it every now and then, you will find a lot of knowledge and information.

Or maybe the library owner has no intention of opening a branch.

Zhang Feng was ready to start teaching and traveling around to visit martial arts schools in various places.

"Branch?" The owner was surprised when he heard Zhang Feng mention this and asked, "Master Zhang, how did you know I wanted to open a branch?

I've been thinking about this for the past few days. After the branch library opens, I'll let you take charge and give you a 5% stake."

"Where is it opened?" Zhang Feng didn't care about the 5%, but he cared about the scale of the martial arts school.

"The provincial capital." The owner smiled. "I've already seen the place. If Master Zhang isn't busy, would you like to go take a look together?"

"Okay, afternoon." Zhang Feng nodded.

……

After lunch, take a walk in the afternoon.

The martial arts school in the provincial capital is in the third ring road, not in the suburbs.

In terms of scale, since the predecessor was a medium-sized gym, it is similar to the martial arts gyms in the city.

Zhang Feng felt pretty good. He could move to another place and learn more about force techniques.

I also heard from the owner that there will be more franchisees coming in the future and they will open more restaurants.

Zhang Feng was even happier.

……

night.

Running at night, arrived at the supermarket entrance.

Zhang Feng still left early.

Xiao Li didn't care about Zhang Feng. He just nodded and prepared to run.

"Plum."

Zhang Feng called out to him, then took a few steps forward and said, "Do you have any ideas about being an assistant teacher at a martial arts gym?
I remember you said you didn’t want to work at home anymore, you wanted to go out and do it on your own, you wanted to be independent.”

"I want to be independent." Xiao Li nodded first, then subconsciously asked: "Brother Zhang, how much is the salary of the teaching assistant you mentioned? Is it the one you are working for?"

"Twenty thousand, but not locally." Zhang Feng said, and then promised: "You helped me find this job at the time, and it was twenty thousand. Now I will at least use twenty thousand to help you with the foundation."

"It's indeed a lot." Xiao Li sighed at first, then thought about it and shook his head.
"I know I can't sit still and I can't do it. If I cause you trouble again, our friendship will become a friendship of interests.

How is this different from my business friends?

As he prepared to run, he smiled again and said, "Brother Zhang, remember to come tomorrow and treat me to a big meal of skewers. I only remember this one."

"Okay!" Zhang Feng smiled and waved to him.

……

night.

It's close to eleven.

"After a few days of gathering knowledge, my spiritual power has now reached 68%. "

Zhang Feng glanced at his finger and then looked at the countdown text.

(End of this chapter)