Chapter 4: Aerial Strikes

Chapter 4: Aerial Strikes

"This is your handguard and uniform. If they don't fit, you can exchange them. The changing room is ahead. After changing, please gather in Training Room Number 4."

"Thank you."

Lu Yuan took what the receptionist handed him, expressed his gratitude, then turned and entered the room with a sign that read "Men's Changing Room."

In the end, he became a student of the Yuan Martial Arts School.

He was just an ordinary seventeen-year-old high school student now.

It was really difficult to shake the decision his parents had already made.

Just like before signing up when he couldn't convince his parents to agree, now that his father, Lu Xinghua, had already paid the fees, he couldn't persuade him to withdraw from the course.

"Since the money has been paid, train well. We can't let this money go to waste."

Lu Yuan stopped thinking about those miscellaneous things. According to the number "1002" on his handguard, he quickly found his locker.

Today was Sunday, and there were quite a few people coming to the martial arts school for training.

Listening to their laughter, Lu Yuan lightly brushed the electronic lock of his locker with his handguard.

"Drip—"

The locker opened, revealing an empty space inside, except for a few white plastic hangers.

The back of the locker had a large mirror, barely reflecting Lu Yuan's upper body.

He scrutinized himself in the mirror.

His features were good, but the skin, lacking outdoor activities, appeared a bit pale.

The slightly long bangs on his forehead covered half of his eyes, giving him a melancholic and somewhat gloomy look.

Lu Yuan had self-deprecatingly referred to himself as a "skinny dog" more than once, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, how many boys were truly robust?

Most of them were lean like him.

He was quite popular at school, and his appearance had always been favored by girls.

After making remarkable academic progress and becoming a top student, he received even more love letters and confessions every week.

"After improving my physique, my charm will definitely increase."

Lu Yuan took off his shirt, revealing a fair and slender upper body with clearly visible rib contours. He thought to himself.

He stowed his clothes and the backpack he brought into the locker, quickly changed into the martial arts uniform.

When the brand-new martial arts uniform with the prominent character "Yuan" was worn, the handsome youth in the mirror seemed even more presentable.

Lu Yuan tightened the belt around his waist, closed the locker door, and then walked out of the changing room.

Following the instructions, he found the room for gathering.

The Training Room Number 4 was smaller than Lu Yuan had expected.

It was probably the size of a regular classroom.

The floor was covered with white mats, and there were already several people waiting inside.

Two of them looked about his age, high school students. The others seemed a bit older, with an aura of experience gained from years in society.

"Hey, a handsome guy has arrived!"

As Lu Yuan entered the training room, a girl with a bun on her head, light makeup, and about a seventy out of a hundred in appearance, saw him and cheerfully exclaimed.

This sentence attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Lu Yuan didn't show any nervousness; he calmly nodded to everyone and then found a seat in the room.

"He's trying to act cool."

Lu Yuan heard a curly-haired young man sitting next to the girl say teasingly.

"What? He's just a student."

The bun-headed girl patted him, and he immediately seized her hand.

"Why are you defending him? Do you have a crush on him?"

"Get lost! Let go of my hand."

The two playfully teased each other.

Their interactions were somewhat ambiguous but didn't seem like that of a couple.

There were also several guys sitting next to them, probably acquaintances, looking at them with envy, eager to join in.

"Hey! Do you think completing a course makes us official disciples of the Yuan Martial Arts School?"

The guy sitting on the other side of the bun-headed girl, noticing the constant physical contact between the curly-haired youth and the girl, couldn't help but speak loudly, bringing up the topic.

"Daydreaming."

The bun-headed girl didn't say anything, but another guy who was with them retorted, "Even if you complete all the courses, it doesn't guarantee it. Yuan Martial Arts School is a martial arts school with a genuine ancient martial arts heritage certified by the Xia Country Martial Arts Association. Formal disciples undergo assessments; it's not just about paying money.

The difference between disciples and students is significant. They not only don't have to pay tuition but also receive a monthly salary.

If you can become a formal disciple of the Yuan Martial Arts School, you can even fire your manager when you go back."

"That's impressive!"

The bun-headed girl, intrigued, stopped her playful banter with the curly-haired youth.

"Yeah."

Seeing the girl's interest, the guy who spoke added, "But it's not easy to become a formal disciple. Generally, if you become one, you can participate in amateur martial arts competitions and earn prizes.

You can even run martial arts as a formal profession."

"Hey, what's so difficult about that? Siqi, watch how I become a disciple of the Yuan Martial Arts School later."

The curly-haired youth, sitting next to the bun-headed girl, interjected.

"You're just bragging!"

The bun-headed girl playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Formal disciple, salary, and bonuses."

Lu Yuan had been earnestly listening to the conversation among the people. When he heard about being a formal disciple and the benefits, his eyes couldn't help but brighten.

He had not paid much attention when Cheng Peng talked about the biggest goal being a formal disciple of the martial arts school.

Now he realized that obtaining the qualification of a formal disciple was not simple.

Not only could they avoid tuition fees, but they could also receive a salary.

If he could become a formal disciple, wouldn't that significantly alleviate the burden on his family?

Lu Yuan couldn't help but think about it.

But he quickly suppressed those thoughts.

He had just enrolled; the first class hadn't even started. Thinking about these things was obviously premature.

His current priority was to quickly improve his physical fitness, not to let the tuition go to waste.

While he was pondering, a middle-aged man in his forties walked into the training room.

This person was obviously not an ordinary student like them.

Not only was he wearing a black martial arts uniform, but he also exuded an extraordinary aura as he walked.

More than just Lu Yuan could guess the man's identity. The noisy room quickly quieted down.

The middle-aged man swept his eyes across the room, probably counting the number of people. Then, he smiled and spoke, "Hello, I'm Lin Zhiqin. From now on, I'll be in charge of teaching you the content of the first stage of training.

You can call me Coach Lin or Brother Lin if you prefer."

"Coach! What will we mainly practice in the first stage?"

As soon as Lin Zhiqin finished speaking, someone in the group led by the bun-headed girl immediately asked.

Others also chimed in, "Yeah, why doesn't our room have a sandbag? When are we going to hit the sandbag? I want to hit the sandbag!"

After saying this, he raised his eyebrows at others and joked, "Let's stick the manager's photo on the sandbag."

"Ha-ha."

Lin Zhiqin glanced lightly at these people, not getting angry, and calmly said, "The foundation of fighting is strength.

The main focus of the first stage of the course is strength training.

Next, I will teach you some scientifically reasonable training methods and techniques. Whether you're here or at home, you can train on your own.

As for hitting the sandbag."

Lin Zhiqin paused for a moment and continued, "It's not time to hit the sandbag now.

For now, you can only practice aerial strikes."

After saying that, Lin Zhiqin suddenly raised his hand.

Lu Yuan didn't even see what kind of movement he made.

But he already heard a crisp sound like a firecracker going off.

The sound was loud and crisp, as if someone had set off a firecracker in the room.

"This is an aerial strike."

Lin Zhiqin swept his gaze across the room, calmly saying.

(End of this chapter)