Chapter 37 Good kids don’t fight
“What kind of training class should I sign up for?” Chen Fengling began to worry again that her son was stupid.
“Badminton.”
“Hey, it’s good to exercise.”
“With Lin Zhiyuan.”
"No problem, you go with him first and ask your parents for how much money you want." Li Chun was very proud. Although the family was still thinking about saving money to buy a house, his son was so good that he was happy to spend any amount of money.
On the court at the weekend, Li Yan wiped away the guilt he felt towards his friend and prepared to beat the serious Lin Zhiyuan to a pulp without any reservation.
The result was not as exaggerated as he imagined. Two crisp scores settled the game at 15:7.
Lin Zhiyuan, who was lying on the ground, saw the dejected Li Yan at a glance, and became furious:
“Mr. Yan, you beat me up and you still look unhappy. Insulting people?”
"The main thing is that I feel like I haven't made much progress." It's hard to say that badminton has been stuck at 35 for a long time.
"No, then I will also make progress," Xiaopang was so anxious that he immediately hit the carp back, "I didn't practice in vain."
This sentence comforted Li Yan , he decisively took out two twenty notes.
"What do you mean, Mr. Yan?"
"My parents funded it. From today on, we will share the tuition and make progress together."
"Don't do it."
"The game still has to be played. Let's compete normally. I have no reservations. If I can shave your head, I won't make any mistakes."
"We brothers, Doing this is so annoying.”
Where did you learn this accent? The corners of Li Yan's eyes twitched.
"Young Master Yan, let's play the game as promised. Don't act like I can't afford to lose, brother."
"Don't act like I've always taken advantage of you. I'm your best friend and you understand me."
"Holy shit." Lin Zhiyuan couldn't react in time to the direct attack of the True Feeling card. I can only sigh.
After one lesson, there was only one sentence that was useful to Li Yan:
The thumb of the backhand should touch the side edge of the racket handle.
Over there, Lin Zhiyuan is still thinking about how to implement this sentence, and here Li Yan has already used his backhand to create a whipping effect, and the wind is howling...
However, Li Yan, who had learned the backhand, and Lin Zhiyuan did not score a big score in the post-practice showdown.
Being able to exert force correctly means you have learned it, but learning it and being able to use it are completely different things.
A very obvious feeling of powerlessness... Li Yan knew in his mind that he needed to switch finger movements in time for the backhand position, and he also needed to find a good hitting point, but his brain understood it, but his body didn't!
The body coordination is not enough, the leg strength is not enough, maybe the finger strength is not enough, and each step is not in place, so the ball will naturally not be effective.
This is probably the main reason why badminton is stuck at 35.
But what makes him even more embarrassed is that his body is limited by development, like there is a limiter stuck on the upper limit, and improvement through accumulated training is as slow as a snail. You may get a breakthrough by going to a serious gym, but you don’t have this condition!
Originally, I could gain points by breaking through the limits, but now my strength is stuck at the stage where I can defeat Lin Zhiyuan but can't beat Ding Jiao for three beats. I can't beat anyone and force myself to be exhausted.
Do you really need to go for a long-distance run?
"Young Master Yan," Lin Zhiyuan, who once again lost the game without any suspense, suddenly came closer, "In this way, a gentleman is willing to admit defeat. Should I pay for the training fee for badminton? If you think this money is not spent, If you feel uncomfortable, there are other places to spend it.”
“It has to be spent on you.”
"It's indeed me. My uncle is a SWAT instructor and a Sanda practitioner. I asked him to teach you one move and two moves."
Li Yan was stunned. This little fat guy has a talent for giving help in times of need. .
Thinking he was hesitant, Xiaopang started to analyze the necessity of boxing again:
“You see you are a famous person now, there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm you, you have to learn how to defend yourself. Tricks, and I also want to see if a genius like you who knows everything can master the routine in seconds..." "Yes"
"That uncle of mine has been... ah? Did you agree?"
"Yes, it's better to choose a day than to coincide with it, let's just do it this weekend."
No coincidence makes a book, Uncle Lin Zhiyuan's House In the same community as Li Xinyuan, Cui Nanyuan.
I thought Uncle Lin Zhiyuan would be a strong man with a strong back and a strong back, but he turned out to be a lean middle-aged man with well-defined muscles on his body, but his frame was not big, so he did not look that strong.
Hearing that a "genius" wanted to seek advice from his semi-retired former coach, Uncle Lin narrowed his eyes, with crow's feet extending to his temples, showing an interesting expression.
This former SWAT instructor practiced boxing and Sanda when he was young, and practiced traditional martial arts all year round when he was old. He can be regarded as a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in a small city.
The body may seem thin, but a set of punches can make him powerful and full of domineering power. He even has various sandbag protective gear at his house to protect his body.
“Boy,” Uncle Lin said in a hoarse voice, “I heard from Zhiyuan that you learn things very quickly, but I can’t teach you too much. I’ll teach you some methods of exerting force and grappling techniques for self-defense. "
"Thank you, coach!" Li Yan's eyes lit up. He was very excited to practice different muscle groups from badminton under professional guidance. It was a new route he had just figured out.
Uncle Lin, who is a special police instructor, really likes the "good energy and spirit" thing, and he is also interested.
This afternoon, Uncle Lin's room was full of shouts and groans, occasionally mixed with some painful cries - this was to pull the ligaments of the two children.
The little fat guy Lin Zhiyuan quit after half the training. He pulled up a chair and ate snacks while watching Li Yan practice boxing.
What’s interesting is that he has never seen Li Yan being reprimanded, but his uncle seems to be cannibalizing when he teaches, with extremely high standards and extremely high intensity. Even Li Yan was repeatedly denied that this move was wrong and that move was not up to standard.
In his impression, the uncle seemed to have never praised anyone.
Li Yan was so tired that he was sweating profusely. The fatigue accumulated after the badminton training in the morning seemed to be released at this time. The muscles that were not usually used began to swell and hurt with the training, making him even slow to swing. It is difficult to get the correct punching posture, let alone the speed of the punch.
He could understand that the power was transmitted from the pedals to the ground, along the back of the legs, and finally exploded from the fists. Li Yan also wanted to try the feeling of hitting the sandbag in this circle, but unfortunately his body could no longer keep up.
Uncle Lin also stopped. After all, he is a primary school student with zero basic knowledge, so the intensity is indeed a bit higher.
But Li Yan could foresee that a long-awaited voice was about to appear.
Ding!
[Stamina +1, total 14; Sports +1, total 9]
[Muscular endurance +1, total 27; Muscular strength +1, total 28; Explosive power +1, total 28; Physical coordination +1, total 27; Fighting activated, total 20]
"Boy, you Try hitting the sandbag using the force method I mentioned. Pay attention to tightening the fist when it hits to avoid injury. See the difference from your weak fist at the beginning. When your physical fitness is at its peak, rest after the punch. "
Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but make a face when he heard "weak and weak".
Then the uncle and nephew saw Li Yan kicking on the ground, swinging his arms and punching, hitting the sandbag like a whip, making a crisp sound.
There was a small pit in the sandbag and it was shaking quite obviously.
The little fat man thought he had heard wrong, but he saw the strict uncle showing a surprised smile:
"Oh, that's incredible, he is really a genius?"
Recover at this moment Li Yan, who had exhausted her strength, stood as firm as a tree, her eyes gleaming, and her whole body felt full of strength.
"Uncle, why don't you learn the art of grappling?"
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