Martial Arts Master

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Lou Cheng glanced at the cleaning lady who was cleaning the floor, and said to the excited students: "Everyone, please introduce yourselves, otherwise I won't know who is who. Let's start from the left."

He had seen the roster of students in this class in Chu Weicai's office before, but he couldn't match it with the real person. He only knew that the little girl who was more active and talkative was Wu Ting.

The girl on the far left has fresh, broken hair. She smiled sweetly and said, "My name is Zhang Qiufan. I am twelve years old. I will soon be in the first year of junior high school at the Experimental Middle School."

She is the youngest child in the VIP class. Lou Cheng nodded slightly and made certain plans for her training volume so as not to affect her physical development.

This is also the attentiveness only found in VIP classes. When there are too many people, which coach can take care of both? How can we teach students differently according to their needs?

"My name is Yao Ruiwei, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm a third-year student in the middle school of No. 1 Middle School. Uh... I'm going to be a freshman in high school since school started." The fat man, who was about 1.65 meters tall and probably weighed about the same, introduced himself.

Feifei's classmate two months later... Lou Cheng smiled and observed Yao Ruiwei's body shape and found that he was weak on the inside and strong on the outside. He had to pay attention to the amount of training, otherwise it would easily cause problems.

Damn it, my master never taught me this seriously!

"My name is Li Lei. I am eighteen years old. I graduated from Tiezhong High School and will soon go to Hudong University." The oldest student in the VIP class said with hidden pride.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a strong body and thick, messy eyebrows.

The teaching quality in Tiezhong is average, and the fighting culture is quite strong. It's not bad to be admitted to Hudong University there... Lou Cheng thought nonchalantly.

Hudong University is just an ordinary key university.

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"My name is Wu Ting. I am fifteen years old. I was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School." After the previous five or six, it was finally the turn of the little girl with twin tails and fair skin. She deliberately emphasized that she was admitted and seemed to be quite good. I was afraid that people would misunderstand that I spent money.

She has a strong spirit and a soft body. This girl must have been practicing, at least she has been exposed to martial arts... Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully.

After all the students had finished introducing themselves, he roughly matched the names of the people with each other, and also had a preliminary understanding of the physical conditions of each of the ten people.

"Alright, let me first teach you some meditation techniques as a warm-up." Lou Cheng said calmly.

Wu Ting immediately raised her hand and said excitedly: "Coach Lou, are you going to teach us Jingfu Kung Fu?"

This is one of the most basic things in advanced martial arts!

"Don't think too much." Lou Cheng smiled, "At your age, you have not yet fully matured and cannot reach the strong level of Qi and blood of adults. Practicing Jingzhuang will only make you sleepier and less energetic the more you practice. Okay, your body will feel as if it has been hollowed out... What I teach you is just a few tricks to calm down and collect your Qi, which can help you enter the state of exercise as soon as possible."

Among the students present, Li Lei was the only one who could try the static exercise, but there was no need to set up a small stove for him alone. Anyway, Master Chu and Qin Rui had said that this was just for physical fitness.

The students first laughed out loud at his trendy humor, feeling that there was no big generation gap between the coach and themselves, and then they felt a little disappointed and expressed regret for the hopeless Jingzhuang.

After a short period of meditation to collect his energy, Lou Cheng followed the plan and said, "Next, I will teach you how to do the horse stance and practice the pile kung fu."

"Zamabu? Coach Lou, you are so good, why do you teach this kind of thing? I thought you would directly teach us fighting styles and power techniques." Wu Ting raised her hand again and said eagerly.

You talk too much... Lou Cheng cursed secretly and said with a smile: "You have no foundation, your back is very stiff, your legs and feet are very loose, and if you don't practice Zhuang Kung Fu well, even if I teach you fighting moves and power techniques now, you It's just a show, and punching is like a massage."

At this point, he said with a straight face: "Moreover, no matter how advanced or powerful martial arts are, they are learned step by step from basic pile skills. How can a tall building rise from the ground? Do you know how deep the foundation is underneath it? I Do you know how much time and effort you spent on basic skills to achieve your current strength?"

His lofty image of blowing up a sandbag with one punch was still there. Wu Ting and others quickly fell silent and nodded.

"...You can't get stuck in the horse stance. You have to have ups and downs and changes in the center of gravity, just like you are really riding a horse... Pay attention to my posture, and I will explain to you in detail how to start from the feet. , to the ankle joint, how to exert force to the knee joint..." Lou Cheng did not follow the script, but incorporated a little bit of his own experience during exercise, as well as the harvest from different perspectives in the state of tranquility and Dacheng.

Zhang Qiufan, Yao Ruiwei and others were also new here. They were still very enthusiastic for the time being. They listened very seriously and attentively. They quickly set up their postures and set up their horses according to Lou Cheng's instructions.

Lou Cheng walked around them and observed them one by one. If there was anything wrong with their posture, he would immediately point it out. If there was something wrong with their exertion, he would help them correct it with a little tip of his toes or a push of his hand.

"Remember how you feel now, this is the most suitable posture for you." Lou Cheng stood next to Zhang Qiufan, folding his hands on his chest, and warned him.

"Yes, Coach Lou!" Zhang Qiufan, the youngest and the most courageous, replied meticulously.

Lou Cheng took out his cell phone, checked the time, and then came to Yao Ruiwei. He found that the fat man was already standing a little trembling, and sweat was gathering on his forehead.

Without saying anything, he just stared like this for a few minutes. Lou Cheng suddenly said, "You can go to the side and rest."

He always kept in mind that these half-grown children were here to keep fit, not to practice martial arts.

Yao Ruiwei was gritting his teeth and insisting, but suddenly heard the coach's instructions, and suddenly felt that he had experienced auditory hallucinations.

He pointed at himself and asked doubtfully: "Just me?"

Can I just rest?

"Yes, you can rest for ten minutes." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.

Wu Ting, who was in the back row, quit and shouted: "Coach Lou, you are biased! Why can he rest but we can't?"

"When you've grown to be as fat as him, you can rest early." Lou Cheng said half-jokingly.

Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan and other students all laughed out loud, and one or two of them said:

"We don't want it!"

Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze, looked at the little fat man who looked gloomy and in pain due to the joke just now, and said seriously: "Yao Ruiwei, do you think I am exposing your scars? As the saying goes, hitting someone does not slap the face. "

"No, no..." Yao Ruiwei answered with his head lowered.

Lou Cheng kept a serious expression: "I have read the information and know that you were not born fat. Did you come to join the martial arts class with the intention of losing weight?"

"Yeah." Yao Ruiwei said honestly.

"So, I will often remind you and stimulate you, lest you forget the purpose of training, lose motivation, and become lazy...train well, and let everyone see if you are still fat in two months!" Lou Cheng Suddenly his tone increased.

Yao Ruiwei gritted his teeth:

"Yes, Coach Lou!"

Standing skills, rest, standing skills, rest... Lou Cheng controlled the rhythm, allowing the students to gradually master a few basics, and gradually increased their training volume.

During the break, he didn't waste any time. He opened up his posture and performed the "Leiyin Zhenzhen" training routine in the center of the field. Through the vibration, he catalyzed the power of the medicine and condensed himself.

Amidst the popping sound of airflow, Li Lei, Zhang Qiufan and other students looked excited, quite eager to give it a try.

"You look so cool..." Yao Ruiwei, the fat little guy, muttered to himself.

Li Lei took a breath and said: "When will I be able to practice such a sound of fists and kicks..."

Wu Ting rolled her eyes at them: "It's still early. My dad said that if you can practice martial arts, you can make a 'ring'. Even if you have taken an important step in martial arts, if you become more proficient in fists and feet, you will be able to make a final product!"

After more than two hours, Lou Cheng looked at the students who were a little irritable and disgusted with the training, clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, let's practice the basics here first, and then I'll teach you the basic moves and corresponding power techniques."

Wu Ting, Zhang Qiufan and others suddenly cheered, feeling relieved and excited again, but soon they found that they were just jumping from one fire kang to another, practicing repeatedly with punches and kicks. It was extremely boring, and my hands and feet were extremely sore.

"Coach Lou, can't you let us have some sparring? I see other classes are sparring!" During the break, Wu Ting complained aggrievedly.

"That's their nonsense." Lou Cheng commented unceremoniously, "Two rookies will only develop bad habits and make inaccurate movements. It will be difficult to correct them later. "

When I was doing special martial arts training, I was always guided by high-level senior brothers and sisters.

"Then we can spar with you? If we don't have enough time, we can pay Coach Lou to coach you alone!" Wu Ting raised her hand and suggested.

Lou Cheng laughed: "Let's master the basic moves and power techniques first. Then I will leave time for sparring in class, so I don't have to spend any more money."

The intensity of his training is only one-third of that during special martial arts training. In other words, these half-grown children will not be able to practice sparring until next week.

After saying that, he looked at the clock on the wall: "Okay, it's time today. If you feel particularly sore or tired, you can pay to see a physical therapist at the martial arts gym. Others don't need to. Go home and do some relaxation exercises on your own. , take a rest and you’ll be able to recover.”

After watching Lou Cheng leave the practice ground, Wu Ting lowered her voice and said:

"Coach Lou is really different. I heard from other classes that their coaches like to encourage them to coach alone. Unlike Coach Lou, he advises us not to do it."

"Coach Xinglou is really teaching us attentively. We don't need to wait for individual guidance to teach us good things." Li Lei wiped his sweat and answered seriously.

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After seeing a physical therapist to relax, Wu Ting returned home and unexpectedly discovered that her very busy father Wu Qinggui did not go out.

"Rare visitor!" She joked a little aggrievedly.

Wu Qinggui put his arms around his daughter and touched her hair: "I want to come back to accompany you as soon as I have free time. How about it? How do you feel about your new coach?"

Wu Ting knew that her father was a martial arts practitioner, but he failed to pass the nine-level professional qualification competition several times. He later switched to other industries before he became rich and reached the pinnacle of life. However, no matter what, his vision and insight Still there, he is his idol.

So, she chirped excitedly: "Our coach is so awesome, he can blow up the sandbag with just one punch!"

"Blow it up?" Wu Qinggui asked in confusion.

Is it literal, or is it an exaggeration?

Wu Ting stretched out her hand and gestured: "It really exploded, like this, like this, it exploded!"

Wu Qinggui opened his mouth half-open, and after a while he said to himself:

"This, is this something that a ninth-level professional can do..."

When did Xiushan have such a powerful warrior? Are you here to take care of a half-grown child?

Wu Ting noticed the change in her father's expression, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind:

Coach Lou may be many times more powerful than we imagined!

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After lunch and a visit to the weight room, Lou Cheng, a temporarily single man, called Qin Rui and asked him to come to the martial arts gym in the afternoon to receive guidance on static stances.

Qin Rui chuckled and said, "Are you free so soon? You haven't dated your girlfriend recently?"

Lou Cheng replied casually: "She went to grandpa's house."

After saying that, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. How did Qin Rui know that my girlfriend could see her often?

He might just ask casually... He can't reveal the situation in the future...

Qin Rui hung up the phone and quickly sent a message to Jiang Fei: "Pang Jiang, Fatty Jiang, go and ask Song Li if Yan Zheke went to her grandfather's house!"