Dad’s Science and Technology Martial Arts Museum

"Have a martial arts hall? System, I'm only an amateur mid-level martial artist now?" Chen Xuan was slightly startled.

In his opinion, there is no martial arts enthusiast who is willing to worship him, an amateur mid-level martial artist!

You must know that in the major martial arts halls in Jiangzhou, even the teachers in charge of teaching the basics of martial arts to young children are at least extremely tyrannical figures among the amateur high-ranking martial artists.

He, a mere amateur mid-level martial artist, will only make people sneer.

"Host, you are the man who wants to build a famous technology martial arts hall in the endless universe, so having a martial arts hall of your own is the most basic premise." The system was very calm, as if to say something It's a matter of course, "This task is limited to 3 days, and it will be automatically deleted if it is overdue. I hope the host will complete it as soon as possible, with all his heart, and with all his strength. Because that [Amplifying Ray Instrument] is a rare good thing!"

"A rare good thing?" Under the temptation of the system, Chen Xuan was undoubtedly interested, and immediately decided to build a decent martial arts hall within 3 days, even if he had to bite the bullet.

It doesn't matter if it is broken, small or biased, as long as it is your own martial arts hall!

"Since it has been decided to open a martial arts hall, I will become a martial arts teacher myself and teach Qingqing to forget it!" Soon, Chen Xuan's mind unconsciously came up with such an idea.

He thought about letting other martial arts teachers teach his precious daughter, how can he feel at ease in battle.

Although he is only an amateur mid-level martial artist, he is not worried about not being able to teach Qingqing well.

The reason is very simple, he can have the cheek to ask his wife at the martial artist level, that is, Qingqing's mother!

"Yes! Open a martial arts hall and teach yourself, that's the best!"

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan was in a good mood, and at the same time began to carefully plan the plan of the martial arts hall.

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The quiet night passed silently.

The next day, morning.

The sky is blue, with white clouds.

Chen Xuan, who got up early in the morning and made a hot breakfast for his daughter, tied up her braids after urging Chen Qing to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Although Chen Xuan's braid technique is still jerky and looks a little messy, but Chen Qing's "natural beauty", this little flaw can't completely hide her cuteness.

After the father and daughter had a beautiful breakfast, Chen Xuan drove Chen Qing to Chunsun Kindergarten.

And the time has come to 8 am.

In the past, Chen Xuan, as a full-time dad, would go to the vegetable market at this time to buy some of Qingqing's favorite dishes, and follow him home to take care of the housework.

In the afternoon, he would sleep or read quietly, and then go to the kindergarten to pick up Qingqing home.

But today's Chen Xuan obviously has other arrangements!

call--

Driving at a high speed, it took about half an hour, and Chen Xuan came to a street with few people in the suburbs of Jiangzhou.

Here, originally belonging to the old city, there is still a distance from the city center, so naturally it will not be lively.

"It's a little bit biased, but, after all, there is a place that really belongs to me!"

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Chen Xuan walked slowly to the door of a single-family house on the street.

The door was locked with iron chains, but it didn't look as shabby as expected.

There is a signboard of "Hanhai Bookstore" hanging on it, and like the gate, it is covered with a lot of dust.

There is no doubt that this bookstore has not been open for a long time, and no one has ever cleaned it.

And its owner, there is no doubt, is Chen Xuan!

This store was originally owned by the Chen family. After graduating from college, Chen Xuan ran his favorite bookstore business here.

If it weren't for Qingqing, I'm afraid he is still running this bookstore now, instead of being a full-time dad.

certainly,

The current Chen Xuan is no longer the Chen Xuan of the past, and he does not have the mentality of being good at writing and hating martial arts at all.

This time, he is planning to transform this bookstore into a martial arts hall!

A martial arts hall that truly belongs to him!

crunch--

After taking out the key and opening the chain, Chen Xuan slowly opened the door.

The golden sun shines in, and many floating dust are clearly visible.

Looking around, I saw that there were many bookshelves lined up inside, and there were a lot of books of all kinds.

The whole house has three floors, each floor has nearly 160 square meters, a total of about 500 square meters.

"The 500-square-meter martial arts hall is a bit small, but it can barely be called a small martial arts hall." Chen Xuan, who walked in leisurely with his hands behind his back, was in a particularly good mood.

After some calculations last night, he already has a complete transformation plan.

On the first floor, it is used as a martial arts hall, where students can practice martial arts and compete against each other on weekdays.

On the second floor, all kinds of technological objects are placed, as well as for office work and to teach students martial arts individually.

On the third floor, it is naturally a small amusement park opened up into Qingqing, so that she can relax and have fun when she is resting.

In Chen Xuan's heart, Qingqing is always in the most important position, so even if his martial arts hall is smaller, he will definitely think of leaving a good space for Qingqing.

"I don't need to spend too much time on the decoration here. It's almost there. I just need to buy some basic martial arts equipment like a boxing test machine." Looking at the bookshelves and books, Chen Xuan quickly With a decision, "As for these things, leave some books suitable for Qingqing to read, and give the rest to welfare agencies."

Chen Xuanke couldn't do things like throwing books away as garbage, so he would rather spend more effort and money donating all of them to welfare agencies.

"Hey, is this Jiangzhou Ant Moving Company? I'm at No. 17 Yuanhua Street..."

Soon, Chen Xuan negotiated with the moving company, at the cost of 600 yuan, to let them transport the bookshelves and books to the welfare organization for donation.

At about 9 o'clock in the morning, several strong men from the moving company arrived as scheduled in a big truck, and Chen Xuan had selected many children's books and paintings suitable for Qingqing's age from thousands of books.

After a brief exchange, the strong men rolled up their sleeves and started to work back and forth for a while.

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At 10 o'clock in Jiangzhou, the sun is shining and it is very comfortable.

"Finally cleaned up." Watching the big truck of the moving company go away, Chen Xuan stretched his waist and was in a good mood, "Next, it's cleaning!"

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan hurriedly stepped forward and took out the prepared buckets, rags, cleaning fluids and other items from the trunk of the car not far away.

"start!"

Walking back to the first floor hall, looking at the empty surroundings, Chen Xuan took a deep breath, and immediately started a clean-up operation.

Four hours of cleaning time went by in a flash.

"It's exhausting me." Chen Xuan, who threw a few rags into the garbage bag, was in a particularly happy mood.

Looking around, the floor is bright everywhere, the walls are spotless, and even the chandeliers have been wiped several times... The cleaning effect is simply perfect.

In short, under Chen Xuan's hard work, a small martial arts hall has already taken shape.