Roaming in the world of film and television

Liu Quan'an looked at Lin Yue and said, "At its peak, it must have weighed sixty-five kilograms."

"It's so high."

Wang Heng was a little disappointed. After careful calculation, the gap between the two was more than double: "Coach Liu, are you the strongest person here?"

"cut……"

One of the two behind laughed contemptuously, got up and walked to the bathroom.

Wang Heng's expression changed slightly, he knew that he had said something wrong, and the bragging to Liu Quan'an just now made other coaches and students feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Liu, I'm sorry."

"Nothing, it happens all the time."

Liu Quan'an doesn't take it seriously. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, such as boxing gyms, fitness gyms, and judo halls. There is a strong and aggressive mentality between students and coaches. .

"Coach Yang Xuguang's punches are indeed heavier than mine. As a boxer of the same heavyweight, he once punched a good result of 72 kg."

After hearing what he said, Lin Yue's impression of Liu Quan'an was much higher, and he was able to humbly accept the fact that he was inferior to others. This alone has surpassed many people.

"Not much to say, let's start practicing boxing, and it will be noon if it continues."

Liu Quan'an walked to the shelf where the boxing gloves were placed and suddenly found that the cabinet was empty. He turned to Zhou Lin to ask for it, but the spares were also taken away.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the back warehouse to get a new pair."

"good."

Liu Quanan walked out of the hall and went up to the third floor.

Lin Yue punched the sandbag a few times, and hit the sandbag hard with his last kick.

Bang bang bang.

clap clap...

The feeling of power fermenting in his body and the feeling of muscle tension made his blood boil, and when his fists hit the target, he released not only his strength, but also his heart.

"Four-eyed boy...Don't look, it's you. Come here, see if there is any hook on the wall, move this box of boxing mats over there and hang it up."

Sitting next to the boxing ring was a bald man with a blue-faced fangs tattoo on his left arm and a green dragon tattoo on his right arm. There was a white towel hanging around his neck, and his sweaty skin was covered with a layer of oil.

Standing next to the bald man were two people with the same tattoos, but with less momentum. There was a cardboard box at their feet, which contained boxing mats for sparring and labeled boxing gloves.

Wang Heng looked around and found that he was the only one wearing glasses in the entire training hall.

"okay."

He is unwilling to do those things, because no matter how you look at it, the three people in front are all students of other coaches in the boxing gym. The boxing gloves in the cardboard box belong to him, and they are not shared items that everyone can use. The other party is treating him as a handyman. . But comparing his physique and momentum with the three of them, the only thing he can do is to compromise.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Lin Yue's forehead. He just stopped to rest for a while when he heard a voice behind him. When he looked back, Wang Heng had already walked towards the two people.

Isn't this clearly a bully?

He really wants to keep a low profile and doesn't want to cause trouble, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble, and he won't sit back and watch his friend be humiliated, let alone under the condition that he has the ability to help.

"Wang Heng."

Lin Yue called Wang Heng to stop, and went over to pat him on the shoulder.

"Everyone is a boxing gym student, please be polite if you need help."

What he said was very polite and polite, but at the same time, he also clearly stated his position - everyone is equal, no one is anyone's nanny, it is best to be respectful in what you say and do.

Among the three of them, the guy with a stern look said rudely: "I told him to work, it's none of your business."

Lin Yue's expression darkened: "Because I'm his friend."

"So, you plan to stand up for him?"

The man standing next to Diao Shaoyan looked at him fiercely, feeling like the king was humiliated by the bronze. It was obviously two embroidered pillows, but he wanted to put on a hard-line style, which was shameless.

"Hmph, let you do things to think highly of you."

"Now you can look down on us." Lin Yue pulled Wang Heng back.

"Lin Yue, do you know what you are doing?"

Wang Heng went there with the intention of calming things down and telling himself many times to endure the calm for a while and not to make trouble for himself and Lin Yue.

He has long been used to this kind of thing. He has been bullied by male classmates who are stronger than him in his class since junior high school. This is the case in high school, college, and until graduation. It was really just a small thing for him to hang the boxing mats and gloves on the hooks in the corners.

Lin Yue said: "Why did you come to learn boxing, and you forgot what happened yesterday so quickly?"

"But we can't afford to mess with those people."

"It's nothing but, believe it or not, I can beat all three of them to the teeth."

"Bragging, you are not as strong as me."

"You don't understand this. Fighting depends on being ruthless, steady, and accurate, and strength is second." Lin Yue hooked his shoulder and shook: "Okay, stop thinking about it, now what you have to do It’s about concentrating on practicing boxing and acting stronger when dating Zhang Qian in the future.”

"oh."

Hearing the name "Zhang Qian", Wang Heng froze a lot.

The two of them acted like no one else, making it very embarrassing for the three people in the back to stand up and down. He was about to give them a good look, but the bald man next to him gave him a hand, because Liu Quanan came in from the outside with two new pairs of boxing gloves. If the entanglement continues, things will become a big mess, and their coach may be punished.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Quan'an didn't know what happened just now, but he noticed the eyes of other students looking at Lin Yue and Wang Heng, as if he had an emergency when he went upstairs to get his boxing gloves.

"It's okay." Lin Yue took the boxing gloves he threw and put them on his hands: "Let's start class."

Liu Quan'an glanced at Wang Heng, and threw another pair of boxing gloves over: "Brother Wang Heng was not there just now, and now I will re-demonstrate the essentials of the jab."

...

When it was close to eleven o'clock, Wang Heng had rested five times, and drank three bottles of mineral water alone. Lin Yue only went to the toilet halfway, and spent the rest of the time practicing jab.

Liu Quan'an shook his head and advised him to combine work with rest and not to work so hard.

At this moment, a man with a height of nearly 180 cm and wearing loose sportswear walked up to the three of them.

"Old Liu, I have two new students who have mastered the basic boxing techniques, but there are still some problems in actual combat. I am going to separate a separate class to talk about the points that should be paid attention to in actual combat and the methods of mentality adjustment. Just now Zhou Lin told me that you have two newcomers here, why don't you ask them to come over and listen, maybe it can lighten your burden."

"Thank you, Old Huang."

Liu Quan'an didn't think much about it, because that's what everyone usually does. After all, leading a student is also leading, and leading several students is also leading. Even if the listener is not one of his students, he can still sell his colleagues a favor.

"Lin Yue, stop practicing. Coach Huang Xun is going to explain the problems that novices encounter in actual combat. It will be beneficial for you two to listen."

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

Panting heavily, Lin Yue took the towel thrown by Wang Heng and wiped off his sweat.

"good."

He glanced at Huang Xun's back, said nothing, took off his heavy boxing gloves and walked towards the east area of ​​the hall.

Wang Heng asked him halfway: "Lin Yue, why are you working so hard?"

Lin Yue said: "Being not like you, are you satisfied with this reason?"

"Damn." Wang Heng couldn't help but swear.

Of course, Lin Yue can't tell his good friend his true intention of practicing boxing hard. It is best for him to know the secret of his being able to enter the world of film and television.

While talking, the two came to the place where Huang Xun explained the essentials of actual combat, surrounded by seven or eight people, including the bald man and two younger brothers.

"The most common and urgent difficulty for newcomers to overcome is the stress response when facing an attack. Imagine that the enemy punches you and you close your eyes subconsciously. Opportunities to counterattack and get caught in the opponent's rhythm is a taboo in any sporting event."

Huang Xun said: "Don't close your eyes, at least don't close your eyes before the enemy hits you. Leaning back is also a big taboo, it will make you lose your vision and you won't be able to catch the opponent's next punch."

The new student standing next to him said: "Coach, how can newcomers overcome the disadvantages of closing eyes and leaning back?"

"It is easier to prevent you from falling back. You only need to put your head on your chest, tighten your chin as much as possible, and stand firm with your body in a frame. It will be difficult for your opponent to make you fall back. As for how to overcome the problem of closing your eyes, you can only Practice this path a lot.”

Huang Xun said: "It may be too general to understand. How about it, I will find a student to give a demonstration on stage and everyone will understand."

He looked around, and his eyes finally fixed on Wang Heng.

"This student just came here."

"Hmmmmm."

Seeing him looking over, Wang Heng felt apprehensive and trembling when he spoke. On the first day of boxing practice, he had to confront the coach. Even though he knew there was no danger, he was inevitably nervous.

"Made, Hongmen Banquet."

Lin Yue cursed in his heart. Just now when Liu Quanan told him to come here to listen to the lecture, he suspected that Huang Xun was a weasel giving the chicken New Year's greetings and had no good intentions. It turned out that it was really the case.

Isn't Xiang Zhuang's sword dance aimed at Pei Gong?

WDNMD! Now hooligans are not only educated, but also learned to play politics.