Dad’s Science and Technology Martial Arts Museum

The next moment, through the scanning of the particle contact lens, Chen Xuan had a clear understanding of the physical fitness of the people sitting next to him.

The owner of the pavilion is a high-level warrior.

Many teachers have physical fitness between 3.0 and 4.0.

That young sparring partner was just entering the level of an amateur high-level martial artist.

Only the middle-aged man in plain clothes was an ordinary amateur mid-level martial artist.

His physical fitness, to put it bluntly, is an ordinary adult, without any outstanding features!

"No wonder, no wonder..."

Looking away, Chen Xuan couldn't help but sighed in his heart: "No wonder he dared not offend anyone. It turns out that he is just a training partner for an amateur mid-level martial artist!"

Chen Xuan knew very well that it would be difficult for an amateur mid-level fighter partner to gain a firm foothold even in a small martial arts gym.

As long as you make a slight mistake, you may be fired directly!

There's no way, it's too common for amateur middle-level martial artist training partners... You can find a large group of people who are stronger than middle-aged people anywhere on the street!

In this way, the students in that small martial arts gym, given the choice, will definitely be more inclined to find that young partner.

Then, it is conceivable that Chen Xuan, a middle-aged man in simple clothes, will not do well in business, and he will also face the danger of being directly fired at any time.

Under such circumstances, Chen Xuan could also understand why this plainly dressed middle-aged man behaved so "humble" during the dinner.

Even facing young people who are training partners like him, he always nodded and bowed his head, not daring to offend in the slightest.

Of course, Chen Xuan just felt a little emotional, and soon continued to enjoy this delicious hot pot meal with his family.

"Qingqing, come, eat some spinach!"

"No drinks, it's too sweet!"

"Qingqing, why do I feel that you eat more than my aunt? How can your little stomach hold so much food?"

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In this way, the family ate happily, and the time passed by quickly.

In a blink of an eye, this wonderful dinner for Chen Xuan's family came to an end.

The little guy touched his belly and leaned against Huo Tianyu's arms, looking very satisfied and giggling all the time.

As for Huo Lingyu, she also enjoyed eating very happily and enjoyed it.

"I'll go to the bathroom, and then we'll go home!"

After pursing his lips and smiling, Chen Xuan stood up leisurely, and soon entered the bathroom of this self-service hot pot.

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After half a minute.

When Chen Xuan finished washing his hands and was about to leave, he saw the plainly dressed middle-aged man sitting next to him answering the phone in the bathroom.

Different from the "humble" seen before, this middle-aged man at this moment is particularly proud of himself.

There is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression is full of pride!

"Don't worry, Dad's work is getting smoother and smoother now!"

The middle-aged man said quite complacently: "Recently, several new students have come to our martial arts hall, and my business has gradually increased..."

"This month, Dad estimates that he can earn 6,000 yuan!"

"Old injury on the arm? It's okay, it's okay, it hasn't recurred recently, and Dad bought medicinal wine, just wipe it off!"

"Anyway, don't worry about Dad, Dad is in good health!"

"Shouldn't the living expenses be enough? Dad will use Dagan online banking to call 1000 for you when he returns home after dinner!"

"You go to university in Yanjing, dad can't be with you, but you have to eat well and use well, you know?"

"By the way, I bought a coat at Dagan Mall yesterday, and I'll send it to you tomorrow!"

"It's autumn recently, you have to wear a coat when you go out, or you'll catch a cold easily!"

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The middle-aged man kept talking, and Chen Xuan who was on the side was very moved.

He knew that this was a middle-aged sparring partner on the phone with his daughter who was studying in Yanjing.

And through the expression and eyes of the middle-aged man, Chen Xuan could clearly feel his fatherly love for his daughter!

"Although this middle-aged man is not a qualified training partner, but... he is definitely a qualified father!"

After muttering like this, Chen Xuan's heart suddenly moved, and then he smiled, left the bathroom, and returned to his seat.

"Go home now?" Huo Tianyu asked as soon as he sat down.

"No." Chen Xuan shook his head slowly, "I still have to do something here!"

"Here? What's the matter?" Huo Tianyu frowned suddenly, curious.

"You will know later!" Chen Xuanru replied.

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After a while, the middle-aged partner also ended the call, returned to the seat next to Chen Xuan, and continued to drink and laugh with his seatmates.

With a slight focus of his gaze, Chen Xuan noticed that the middle-aged partner had a lot of bruises on his arms and neck.

There is no doubt that these bruises were all formed during the process of being a training partner for others!

After all, the fists and feet have no eyes, and those students don't know how to deal with moves, and the physical fitness level of the middle-aged people is already low... During the training process like this, it's normal for the middle-aged people to get injured But it's over!

"That's him!"

After thinking for a while, Chen Xuan got up directly, walked to the side seat with a calm expression, smiled and said to the middle-aged man: "Sir, I have a position here that is very suitable for you, let's chat now?"

"Ah?" Chen Xuan's sudden words caught the middle-aged man by surprise, and he was immediately stunned.

As for the group of people in the same seat, especially the owner of the small martial arts gym, their expressions immediately became gloomy.

Although middle-aged people are dispensable to him, and he has never looked down on middle-aged people, but he is a high-level martial artist and the owner of the martial arts gym, but he can't tolerate someone recruiting him in front of him. Budokan staff!

This made him feel very embarrassed!

The place must be found!

"Brother, what do you mean!"

With his eyes condensed slightly, the owner of the small martial arts hall immediately asked Chen Xuan in a deep voice: "Aren't you going to give me the plane of the thunderbolt hand?"

"No, I just want to chat with this gentleman."

Slowly unbuttoning his mask, Chen Xuan said casually: "Master Yu Ping, right? I don't think you will mind, right?"

Hearing this, the owner of Yu Ping, nicknamed Thunderbolt, almost couldn't help but slapped the table and got up, scolding Chen Xuan angrily.

They are even ready to attack Chen Xuan!

However, when he saw Chen Xuan's face, he immediately choked back all the words he wanted to say!