There's something wrong with me

Chapter 71: Reality Martial Arts (6.4K)

Two months later, the one-year survival period ended.

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[Main Quest Reward: 100 Adventure Experience]

[Adventure Level: 2 (200 / 400)]

[Non-Main Quest Reward: 100 Honor]

[Honor Level: 2 (200 / 400)]

...

At home.

Zhang Feng looked at the cantaloupe that appeared in the air. This was the '1.3 Physique' double happiness from the final selection.

Ka—

Zhang Feng ate it with the skin while taking out his phone to look at the gym owner's number.

'"Disciples" are still useful.'

Since the 'drug dealer' incident in the adventure world, in the nearly one year that followed.

Zhang Feng often instructed his comrades on martial arts training.

It was precisely through these instructions that Zhang Feng's understanding of human physiology deepened.

However, the adventure world would eventually have to be left behind.

Therefore, Zhang Feng decided to sit in the gym as a coach, to come into contact with more 'real-world students'.

They could serve as constantly present training examples, and were 'starting from scratch' with no foundation.

This allowed Zhang Feng to compare before and after, to find gaps and omissions from the fundamental basis of the human body, and to make up for any potential knowledge deviations he might have overlooked.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng sent a text message to the gym owner:

(Sorry, Gym Owner, to bother you so late, and I don't know if you're resting.

I was wondering if it would be okay to arrange for me to teach students at the gym tomorrow?)

After sending it, Zhang Feng looked at the time, it was eleven o'clock.

At this hour, he didn't know if the gym owner was asleep or not.

In any case, after sending the message, Zhang Feng fell back and prepared to sleep.

But before sleepiness could gather, about ten seconds later, the gym owner's phone call came back.

"Hello, Master Zhang!"

There were many people talking on the gym owner's side, and there was also the sound of clinking glasses, "I'm outside treating a few brothers (franchisees) to dinner, are you coming? I'll send you the address."

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

"Master Zhang? Is that the Zhang Feng you mentioned?" In the private room, one of the franchisees, hearing the gym owner mention Master Zhang, immediately perked up his ears.

"Master Zhang Feng?"

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

The others also paid attention, and the conversations and clinking of glasses stopped abruptly, causing the private room to fall silent.

"That's right." The gym owner also nodded to confirm.

"Then invite Master Zhang over for a drink." One of the big bosses suddenly spoke, and the others nodded in agreement.

He was the largest franchisee of the gym.

The gym owner was preparing to open a branch.

"Gentlemen, please drink first." The gym owner showed them an apologetic smile while walking out of the private room, wanting to find a quiet place to chat with Zhang Feng.

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

The gym owner was more concerned about the emotions of the 'walk away anytime' great expert Zhang, fearing that the cacophony of voices would displease Zhang Feng.

'To forge iron, one must be strong oneself! Franchisees are all fluff!'

The gym owner was as clear as a mirror in his heart, knowing that Master Zhang was the hardest iron in their martial arts gym.

As long as they had the great expert Zhang Feng sitting in town, the gym would definitely be able to withstand publicity and not be afraid of outsiders causing trouble.

And then, as long as they advertised, the gym would definitely gain fame, and they would not lack even bigger franchisees in the future.

After all, these bosses had specifically come to franchise after hearing that 'Martial Arts Competition Triple Crown Winner, Master Wang' had been knocked down with one move.

"Master Zhang, I'm sorry." After walking out of the private room, the gym owner also apologized to Zhang Feng: "The private room was too chaotic just now."

"It's nothing." Zhang Feng didn't care, saying, "Gym Owner, it's inevitable for you to socialize outside for the sake of the gym, so let's talk business."

"That's right!" The gym owner then seemed to remember something, and added, "I mentioned some things about you to some franchisees, like the matter of defeating Master Wang with one punch, is that okay?"

"I'm already in the gym." Zhang Feng cared even less, saying, "I'll be sitting in the gym anyway, I'm getting paid for my punches and kicks, so it's normal to talk about my kung fu, it's all for creating profit and prestige for the gym.

In ancient times, there was even the saying of taking people's money and helping them avoid disaster, which is reasonable, Gym Owner, you don't need to explain too much."

"Master Zhang is indeed generous!" The gym owner praised, then brought up the old topic again, saying, "Have you eaten? These brothers over here want to meet Master Zhang."

"I've eaten, I'm not going." Zhang Feng had only trained for one day in reality, and his whole body was aching, "I contacted the Gym Owner today mainly to talk about how to arrange for teaching students, are there still any spots available?"

"How could there not be?" The gym owner said excitedly, "With a great expert like you teaching, even if there aren't any spots, we'll have to make spots!

Besides…"

As the gym owner spoke, fearing that Zhang Feng would misunderstand 'that he was being mercenary and kicking out others to make room specifically for Zhang Feng', he explained:

"Enrolled students are coming in one after another, and our gym's masters aren't enough, so I was discussing with Master Wang a few days ago whether to invite you again, to invite you to come out of retirement.

Even if we couldn't invite you, we were thinking of trying to invite you over to oversee things and conduct interviews when we recruit new coaches.

But Master Wang also said that if you were the interviewer, probably none of them would pass."

"Not that much." Zhang Feng said, using the catchphrase of Wang Team and the others, "It would be too outrageous if only those who can beat me can pass.

Because some people can teach, and also have a lot of experience, not just limited to the level of their hand skills.

It's like professional teachers and graduate students, perhaps the latter has more knowledge, but they may not necessarily teach students well.

So Gym Owner, you can't just look at hand skills when recruiting people."

"I don't really understand that." The gym owner said with a laugh, "I don't have a deep understanding of kung fu, definitely not as professional as Master Zhang and Master Wang."

"Okay." Zhang Feng heard him chatting endlessly, and concluded, "Then I'll go to the gym tomorrow morning, let's discuss the rest in detail when we meet."

"Okay!" The gym owner responded, and then asked, "Should I pick you up in the morning?"

"No need." Zhang Feng declined, "It's not that far, I'll jog over, it'll be a good warm-up."

...

The next day.

Because it was considered 'the first day of officially starting work'.

Zhang Feng arrived at nine o'clock in the morning.

Because that was the opening time of the gym.

Arriving at the entrance.

Zhang Feng looked inside, and there was only a new coach he didn't recognize, instructing two students who had also come early in the morning.

"Hello." The new coach, seeing Zhang Feng walk over, looked at him inquiringly, "Are you here to sign up, or?"

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

Zhang Feng looked upstairs, "Has the Gym Owner arrived yet?"

"Not yet, right?" He replied, "I came half an hour early, and there were only a few cleaning masters in the gym."

This new coach had just been hired yesterday afternoon.

Today he had also come early in the morning, just to let the Gym Owner see that he was working hard and not slacking off.

"Why don't you go up and take a look?" He added, "I'm not sure, I don't know if the Gym Owner has arrived or not."

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

'This young man still doesn't understand things.' The new coach, seeing Zhang Feng's appearance of leaving as soon as he said so, felt that Zhang Feng was quite young,

'Even if you come early, you can't deliberately wander around in front of the boss, instead you have to let the boss unintentionally discover that you are working hard.'

The new coach had his own workplace ideas, and he thought to himself, not trying to persuade Zhang Feng.

After all, he was a stranger, and sometimes saying too much, even if you feel it's for their own good, people may not necessarily appreciate it.

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

Besides a few cleaning staff, the owner indeed hadn't arrived.

'Probably drank too much yesterday?'

Zhang Feng shook his head, not minding it. Anyway, practice is practice, no matter where it is.

He saw that the upstairs needed cleaning.

Zhang Feng didn't want to disturb their work, so he continued downstairs.

"The owner isn't here, right?" He saw Zhang Feng come down and asked.

"Not yet." After Zhang Feng replied, he went to the nearby open space, squatted down on his own, and began resonant overfrequency, training the muscle groups for Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

Currently, Zhang Feng still had two meridians unopened for Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

Once opened, he could incorporate the practice of Great Demon Subduing Fist and Cloud Searching Palm Technique.

However, Zhang Feng didn't choose to continue opening them, but instead focused on resonance.

'My physique still has a lot of room for improvement. I might as well improve my physique first, and focus my visualization on "Spirit Opening", so it can be considered not delaying either.'

After Zhang Feng pondered, he began to focus his mind and looked at his fingers.

Although he came with the intention of teaching disciples, Zhang Feng subconsciously practiced his basic exercises for the day first.

As for teaching disciples, he would definitely wait until there were more students in the martial arts hall.

Because teaching two now is the same as teaching ten.

Watching them circulate their strength is the same.

'This is... horse stance?'

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

Because Zhang Feng's current movements were very strange.

His body was in a horse stance, but his right arm was raised, palm facing inward, placed half a meter in front of his eyes.

'What kind of move is that?' The coach was very confused.

At least he had a lot of martial arts foundation and had seen many stances.

Although he didn't understand the profound training methods, he knew that Zhang Feng's stance didn't match any of the boxing techniques he knew.

"Coach!"

At this time, a student was unfamiliar with some movements and called out to him.

The coach saw that there was something important and didn't pay attention to Zhang Feng anymore, but shook his head in his heart.

'This coach is so young, maybe he's just a showy person, pretending to be very capable?'

The coach thought to himself, but didn't offend anyone, and didn't care about him, just wanting to take care of his own affairs.

And Zhang Feng squatted for about forty minutes.

He also saw that there were gradually more people in the martial arts hall.

By ten o'clock in the morning, twelve people had gathered in the hall.

"Pay attention to breathing." But at this moment, the coach who didn't care about Zhang Feng before, was teaching the students, while also distracted looking at Zhang Feng.

'He's been doing this weird horse stance for more than half an hour? Damn! He really has skills!'

He was now very surprised by Zhang Feng.

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

But there are not many people who can stand as still as Zhang Feng, like a statue.

But in reality, several meridians and muscle groups in Zhang Feng's loose pants were twitching.

These twitching muscles invisibly dispelled most of the stiffness.

Of course, if Zhang Feng had to stand still, Zhang Feng could also stand.

The months of practice in the deserted island world gave Zhang Feng a deep understanding of stable strength, coupled with his current physique, standing in a horse stance for an hour was still easy.

'67%.'

At this moment, Zhang Feng's mind was not focused on stable strength, but was completely subconsciously cultivating resonance.

Now the visualization in his mind was still watching his finger.

The current heat was 67%.

And Zhang Feng could gather this heat in 2 minutes, and then slowly adjust and try to deepen it on the original 67%.

'After a year of cultivation in the adventure world, I have come to a conclusion.'

Zhang Feng looked at his slightly red index finger, 'Even without the rock fruit, I have a chance to open my spirit. Because that kind of spirit opening temperature and feeling seems to be really achievable with visualization.'

While thinking, his fingertip felt a chill, because his mind was distracted, the heat dissipated.

Zhang Feng didn't care, anyway, it would gather in 2 minutes.

But at this time, the sound of brakes came from outside the martial arts hall.

At the same time.

In the small parking lot in front of the martial arts hall (sidewalk steps)

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

The driver's side door opened, and Master Wang shook his head as he got out of the driver's seat.

"You said last night that Master Zhang would come this morning, and then said that you would pick me up this morning and we would go together.

Okay, I waited for you at my door for an hour, but you didn't come.

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

"Aiyo... I didn't want this to happen..." In the passenger seat, the owner, still a little hungover, rubbed his head and got out of the car.

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

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

The owner's appearance, and the sound of apologizing as soon as he entered the door, attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

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

"Health is important." Zhang Feng looked at the owner's somewhat red eyes, "I'll write you a sobering prescription later, and you can find someone to get it."

"Master Zhang can also see a doctor?" The owner was suddenly stunned.

'He is Zhang Feng? The martial arts hall's "treasure"?' After the new coach saw the owner fawning over Zhang Feng, he suddenly regretted why he didn't chat with Zhang Feng to make friends before?

"You, it's you." Zhang Feng also looked at the new coach at this time, "Your students have come almost all, I'll teach today, you go get the medicine."

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

"Yes." Zhang Feng shook his hands, nodded to Master Wang who had just entered the door, and then looked at the new coach and some of the students who were looking over.

"I like to do things straightforwardly and speak straightforwardly.

But I don't look convincing because of my age.

So in order to avoid some kind of dissatisfaction or disbelief in the future.

Let's see the truth today, I'll pick a total of fifteen of you, let's fight, all of you come at me."

"???"

The moment Zhang Feng's words fell, everyone was stunned.

"What?" Two strong students punching sandbags nearby also stopped their punches.

"You... I..." The new coach was even more surprised, pointing at himself and then at Zhang Feng, is this something a person can say?

"Damn?" A student also cursed: "That coach is the boss, even Ip Man in the TV may not be able to fight fifteen people, right?"

"But you are not experts." Zhang Feng stood calmly, "Ip Man fights good fighters."

"Master Zhang?" The owner wanted to persuade him and gave him a way out, "I remember you wanted to chat with me about something, why don't we wait a bit?"

"Direct enough, violent enough." Master Wang folded his fists in admiration, then flashed to the side, not participating in the competition at all.

Zhang Feng looked at the students, "If you don't attack, I'll attack first."

Silence for a few seconds.

A strong man with gloves on his hands shouted: "So arrogant? Go! Hit him!"

"Hit!" The others were encouraged and also posed in the movements they had learned in the past few days, and then rushed towards Zhang Feng in a swarm.

"The lower left is unsteady." Zhang Feng glanced at the leading youth, pointed out his flaw while taking the initiative, pushed his chest forward with his palm, and his body staggered, falling to the left.

Fortunately, the ground was soft, so it didn't hurt to fall.

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

Bang—

Zhang Feng pushed lightly again, and at the same time, he turned sideways and swung his elbow, his palm like a gentle breeze, sweeping towards the few people who came over afterward, pointing out the flaws of each person.

"Right leg, upper waist arm, footwork is wrong, horizontal elbow is too low, straight punch is okay, but don't retract your strength when you punch, I can take it."

Zhang Feng pointed at several people in succession, breaking through their defenses.

Bang da—

Several people were also 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 who were lying in front of Zhang Feng, their footsteps hesitated, and they didn't step forward.

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

"Coach! I'll follow you!"

"Me, me, me!"

The people who had been knocked to the ground by Zhang Feng were also raising their hands.

"Coach, count me in!"

… …

The next few days.

Zhang Feng was teaching students in the martial arts gym, trying to figure out the strength and function of these students in the shortest possible time.

In the evening, Zhang Feng would pick up a pen to record and describe some of the force directions that were different from his own.

Zhang Feng knew that the difference in human bodies would lead to different knowledge and results.

For example, if the human body is compared to a 'base number', the strength of the human body's movement is the 'process', and the final force exerted is the 'result' and 'summary of knowledge'.

Now, the human body's base number is different, and the force exertion process 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 this, so he learns very quickly.

Even if Zhang Feng was given more time.

Zhang Feng could also deduce back based on the different physical functions of each student and the different results of their punches, and then tailor a suitable method of force exertion for them.

The powerful knowledge base made Zhang Feng like a 'practice encyclopedia'.

It's just that Zhang Feng also knows that this encyclopedia of his still needs 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 gym are too few.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng looked at his watch again, it was almost eight thirty.

… …

Night runs, Zhang Feng never stopped.

Waiting for the ten o'clock run to finish.

At the entrance of the park.

Zhang Feng looked at his running friend Xiao Li, "Lizi, let's go, let's eat skewers!"

"What skewers to eat?" Xiao Li wiped his sweat with a towel, "You've really been making money these past few days, and I've really had enough.

I've been running with you for six days, damn it, not only didn't I lose weight, but I also gained three pounds?"

Zhang Feng didn't answer his words, but just asked, "I'm just asking if you want to eat or not."

He smiled, "Brother Zhang, I'll eat, I want to eat skewers!"

… …

The next day.

It was also the seventh day in reality.

Zhang Feng went to work as usual.

"Hello, Coach Zhang!"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"

Just at nine o'clock, as soon as he entered the martial arts gym, there were already more than twenty students waiting for Zhang Feng.

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

Especially yesterday on Sunday, there were fifty-two people in the afternoon, basically full.

"Yes."

At this moment, Zhang Feng saw them clasping their fists at him, and nodded like an old master, handing out the water glass in his hand.

A student took a few steps forward to take it, and then went to pour water for Zhang Feng.

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

Zhang Feng looked at the expectant students again,

"First, do horse stance for twenty minutes, try not to rest if you can.

Steady strength is the beginning of all skills.

When I come downstairs, I will teach you some self-defense techniques."

"Yes! Coach!" They responded in unison, and then began to compare with each other and do horse stance.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and walked straight upstairs.

Arriving at the curator's office.

The door was not closed, and the curator was dozing on the sofa.

When he heard the footsteps and saw Zhang Feng coming in, he said helplessly: "Master Zhang, what's the matter? You asked me to come over so early in the morning."

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

"You say." Hearing Zhang Feng talk about business, the curator immediately sat up and said: "Do you want me to call Master Wang over and let him come too?"

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

Zhang Feng wanted to see more human body data, so he wanted to use the curator's resources to expand the teaching scale of students.

This way, he wouldn't have to worry about it, and there wouldn't be so many things to do.

When the time comes, he can just take a turn every now and then, and there will be a lot of knowledge data.

Or, if the curator doesn't have the idea of opening a branch.

Zhang Feng is going to start teaching what he should teach, and turn around to see all the martial arts gyms in various places.

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

I've been thinking about it these past few days, and when the branch is opened, I'll let you help me run it, and give you 5% of the shares."

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

"Provincial capital." The curator smiled, "I've already seen the place, if Master Zhang is not busy, would you like to go and see it together?"

"Okay, this afternoon." Zhang Feng nodded.

… …

After lunch at noon, take a stroll in the afternoon.

The martial arts gym in the provincial capital is on the Third Ring Road, which is not considered a suburb.

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

Zhang Feng felt it was pretty good, and he could go to another place in the future to see more force exertion techniques.

He also heard the curator say that there will be franchisees coming in the future, and more will be opened.

Zhang Feng was even happier.

… …

Evening.

Night run, arrived at the entrance of the supermarket.

Zhang Feng still left early.

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

"Lizi."

Zhang Feng called him, and then took a few steps forward and said, "Do you have any ideas about going to the martial arts gym as an assistant coach?

I remember you said that you didn't want to work at home anymore, you wanted to come out and do it yourself, you wanted to be independent."

"I do want to be independent." Xiao Li nodded first, and then subconsciously asked: "Brother Zhang, how much is the salary for the assistant coach you mentioned? Is it the one you're at?"

"Twenty thousand, but not locally." Zhang Feng said, and then promised: "You helped me find this job at that time, which was twenty thousand, and now I'll use at least twenty thousand to help you get started."

"That's really a lot." Xiao Li sighed first, and finally thought about it, but shook his head,

"I know I can't sit still, and I can't do it. If I cause you trouble again, then our gentleman's friendship will become a relationship of interest.

What's the difference between this and my friends in business?"

As he spoke, he prepared to start running, and then changed to a smile and said: "Brother Zhang, remember to make an appointment tomorrow, treat me to skewers, I only remember the skewers."

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

… …

Evening.

Close to eleven o'clock.

'After a few days of knowledge collection, the spiritual opening has reached 68%.'

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