Dad, please try harder

Chapter 88

"I'm sure to win money!
"I will definitely win the money right!"

"I will definitely win the money right!"

"It's not about winning, it's about being able to win!"

"The only one who can win money is me!"

"Definitely!"

After Ichiro Shimizu silently recited these few incantations, he fell asleep peacefully.

This is the method of psychological suggestion taught to him by his father.

Relying on self-brainwashing over and over again, tempering the belief of winning, coupled with daily persistent and hard-working training, and earnestly absorbing the teachings of the master, in the end, you will be able to achieve your wish and defeat Qian Quan.

This time I came to China with my uncle, met many legendary figures, and witnessed the secret fight between my uncle and them.

Only then did he discover that the master uncle was so strong, the kind that was at the pinnacle of mentality and body, with no flaws and no opponents.

Therefore, when he saw Qian Quan catch the maple leaf sent by his uncle with his backhand, his heart was shocked again.

In particular, the scene of Qian Quan confronting his master and uncle on an equal footing with that unflinching momentum left a deep impression on him.

I remember the first time I met my uncle, he also threw a leaf at me, but unfortunately I didn't catch it, and then stood aside with his head bowed like a child who did something wrong.

As for Qian Quan, he already regarded the uncle as an opponent who should not be afraid to fight.

There is still a long way to go to win him.

The next day, Shimizu Ichiro returned to Japan with his uncle.

Although the uncle and the master didn't tell him clearly, he knew in his heart that after the uncle finished this inspection, he planned to prepare a huge Sino-Japanese martial arts competition with the master.

Take this to reshape the glory of Japanese Bushido and inspire the national spirit!
The historical grievances between Japan and China are deep, and the entanglement in the martial arts circle has lasted for thousands of years. Not to mention, there is a famous martial artist in modern China, Huo Yuanjia, who is generally believed by the Chinese to be poisoned to death by Japan.

Every martial arts exchange between the two countries, even if it is a non-governmental exchange that does not attract more people's attention, is always full of gunpowder.

Once the discussion and exchange is uploaded to the Internet, needless to say, it will inevitably be as fierce as the verbal swords in the martial arts arena.

This martial arts exchange competition that my uncle and master are going to organize openly, I don't know what kind of attention it will arouse.

In any case, this exchange match must be a good opportunity to get ahead.

The premise is that by then he will be able to defeat Qian Quan.

Back in Nara, the uncle and the master really discussed the martial arts competition, and then their conversation revealed an amazing news:

Uncle Shi decided to take the lead in challenging Qian Quan before the competition, and had a private sparring session. He did not hesitate to make him unable to play at the cost of hurting both of them.

"I am an unknown person, and it is the best choice to finish this battle with him off the court.

"It is a result that I absolutely cannot tolerate for a Chinese teenager to shine on such a high-profile occasion and beat our youngsters one after another."

Igarashi Yugiri confessed his decision to his senior brother.

Okochi Xun pondered for a long time, nodded in agreement, and asked, "Have you thought about the time?"

"The time is about a month away. It will take a month to prepare for the matter and build up public opinion. In addition, we should give Asuka and Ichiro some time to prepare."

"And yourself?" Okochi Hoon smiled.

"Yes, although I tried to test him out, but in a real fight, any result may happen. If he really fights with me at that time, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"Winning both sides is the ideal result. If he can be abolished and let him leave the martial arts world, that would be the best, even if I lose all my skills, it will be worth it.

"Therefore, I have to spend a month to prepare."

"It seems that you feel the pressure from that young man in China."

"To tell you the truth, brother, that's exactly the case."

Okochi nodded and reminded: "Don't kill anyone, otherwise it will be difficult to end."

"Brother, don't worry, I have a measure."

"Okay, let's make it up like this first, but I'm afraid the exact time needs to be confirmed by the Chinese side."

"Yes."

The two brothers chatted for a while, and Igarashi Xigiri got up and left.

After leaving his senior's courtyard, he drove to a secluded forest.

Parked the car by the side of the road, saw two skinny deer running towards him, waved them away, and strode into the woods.

In the woods, a tall and thin young girl like a deer was catching sparrows in the air with her bare hands.

I saw her flying high and low, flashing and moving, shuttling through the forest as light as a swallow, and soon caught a sparrow.

Hold it carefully in your hand, and gently stroke the feathers on its head.

The sparrow struggled desperately, struggled desperately.

The young girl stopped her gestures suddenly, and with a light force, she grabbed the sparrow's little head off.

Blood spat out, staining her hands and clothes.

The girl threw the sparrow away, and walked lightly to the stream to wash her hands.

Seeing this scene, Igarashi Yugiri nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the girl.

The girl noticed someone, turned around suddenly, saw that it was her father, and bowed to salute: "Father."

Igarashi Yugiri nodded, without saying a word, and threw a maple leaf at her daughter.

The girl didn't pick it up, but took a step forward, pointed like a knife, and shot like lightning, raising her hand to cut the maple leaf in half.

"It's too slow." Igarashi Yugiri criticized.

"Yes, Dad." The girl bowed her head.

……

Saturday night, Vientiane Plaza, fifth floor.

Qian Quan is teaching basketball lessons to a group of elementary school students.

Parents sat outside the training room and waited.

Lu Xuan's mother also came today, dressed fashionable and young.

Since the beginning of basketball class, her eyes have been switching between her son and Qian Quan.

I don't know if it's a delusion, or the syndrome of "what you can't get is the best", she feels that Qian Quan has become handsome again, full of energy, vitality, and even more outstanding temperament.

She secretly took a photo, sent it to her private group of sisters, and cried: "Show my sisters the little milk dog I didn't get, I really want to climb him!"

Soon someone replied: "That's right, a top-notch young man, no wonder you made Xinyi look like this."

Lin Xinyi: "To tell you the truth, I'm making out with other men now, so I have to think about his appearance..."

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "I really don't understand why you are interested in this kind of little boy!
"Usually, these little boys have the same problems. They are self-righteous, they only care about their own comfort, and they don't care about other people's feelings. There are many questions but only one. Are you happy...too childish!

"Tell you, the real best man is always between the ages of 35 and 45, mature, considerate, and measured. If he is bald, it will be more perfect!"

Lin Xinyi: "Sister Yangyang, not everyone has a hobby like yours."

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "Forget it, you don't understand after talking about it, let's talk about you little milk dog.

"Actually, the problem is very simple. You use the wrong method. If you tell him 10 a month, he won't feel too strongly.

"In this Internet age, young people are exposed to many things, have a wide range of knowledge, and are young and vigorous. Even if they only have one or two thousand yuan in their pockets, they will not pay attention to one million or two million yuan.

"What he pays attention to is news and news worth hundreds of millions, and all he sees are luxury cars worth tens of millions. If you tell him 10 a month, he thinks you're insulting him."

Lin Xinyi: "Then what should we do?"

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "This is the difference between young people and adults. Adults, as long as they feel right, they can open a room and go to bed every minute. There is no nonsense.

"When dealing with young people, you can't be so direct. You have to take him to experience the flashy life of the upper class first, take him to see the glamorous Vanity Fair, go to high-end places with luxury and luxury, and celebrity parties...

"After you have completely transformed his aesthetic taste and living habits, then he will not be able to do without you, but will only be attached to you."

Lin Xinyi: "Big mistake, I took the route of pure love, I used the trick of 'you look like my first love'."

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "This trick is too rustic, try my trick later."

Lin Xinyi was about to reply when the class over there was over.

The fire in Lin Xinyi's heart could not be extinguished, and she wanted to talk to Qian Quan, but saw a young and beautiful girl walking towards Qian Quan, and greeted Qian Quan enthusiastically.

Qian Quan also responded with a smile, and then the two of them went to talk, chatting, the basketball training class, and the proprietress of all the venues on the fifth floor actually walked over and chatted with them.

The eyebrows and eyes of that beautiful girl resembled that of the proprietress, so there is a high probability that it is a mother-daughter relationship.

Lin Xinyi's heart sank immediately.

She understood, no wonder Qian Quan rejected her so resolutely, it turned out that he had long been famous, and he was such a rich and beautiful woman.

Although she didn't know the proprietress, she could roughly judge from the other's demeanor and attire that her family background was no worse than her own.

Among other things, being able to rent out the entire fifth floor of the plaza to do business can be imagined.

Frustrated, I don't even want to chat on WeChat.

……

Qian Quan didn't expect Zhao Baiyu to show up suddenly.

After saying hello, he asked, "Why are you here when you are free?"

"I heard from my mother that you're here as a basketball coach, so I'll come over to have a look and ask you for advice." Zhao Baiyu said.

"That's just right, I also want to hear the sound of gold and jade, and get a glimpse of the whole leopard of 64 players."

While the two were talking, Zhao Baiyu's mother came over, and when she heard that Qian Quan wanted to teach her daughter kung fu, she immediately took them to the gym that was not yet open to the public.

The equipment in the gym has been fully furnished, and there should only be finishing work left, and it will be put into use soon.

"You guys are talking here, I'll go look elsewhere." Huang Lingyan left consciously.

Qian Quan and Zhao Baiyu are not the kind of twitchy little boys and girls, and they don't have the embarrassment of being alone in the same room, and the mother doesn't want to be a light bulb and walk away on purpose, but goes straight to the point.

"Call me first, and then I'll help you." Qian Quan said.

"it is good."

Zhao Baiyu walked to the center of the room, first performed a few moves to warm up, and then his body froze suddenly.

Then the pace quickened, using the waist as the axis to drive the whole body, the movement of turning the body and moving the palms changed from slow to fast, and the faint sound of the palm force breaking the wind came to the ears.

The sound became more and more obvious, sometimes whistling, or booming like thunder, sometimes as fast as the north wind on a cold night, sometimes as slow as the spring breeze blowing willows...

The sound is connected to form a string of rhythmic resonance.

Listen to its sound and watch its shape.

Zhao Baiyu's palm gestures are no longer rigid to fixed moves. Although they have not yet reached the realm of Wudang Wang Zhenren's free and easy manner, they still have a free and easy momentum.

After playing 64 palms for a while, Zhao Baiyu's complexion was rosy and his spirit was full of vigor, the aura flowing around his body was like essence, and the golden sound of jade vibration in the arena still lingered.

"It seems that you have basically passed the second barrier." Qian Quan said.

"Thanks to Master's careful teaching and your timely guidance to me that day."

Qian Quan smiled slightly: "Let's join hands, I just want to try my latest gains."

"it is good."

As the two spoke, they opened a suitable distance and stood facing each other.

Zhao Baiyu still put on a posture, Qian Quan naturally stood with his hands down, no longer watching her footsteps, looked at her, and said, "Come on."

Zhao Baiyu was also polite, and rushed forward with two sword palms.

call out--

call!
Qian Quan casually slapped her away without attacking, waiting for her second move.

Zhao Baiyu swept down with one palm, chopped with the other, and both palms interlaced to pinch Qian Quan.

Qian Quan grabbed her right wrist, gently moved it, and used her arm to block her palm.

Zhao Baiyu was shocked by the fact that he deflected two moves in succession.

She has just achieved 64 hands, and she is unstoppable. Although she knows in her heart that there is still a gap between herself and Qian Quan, compared to the last fight, the gap should be at least narrowed by a section. I never thought that the opponent would be deeper unpredictable.

The gap has also become larger.

His kung fu is actually improving?

The master said that it is even more difficult to practice kung fu to the point of Qian Quan, and then to go further, but judging from his state, it seems that he has just broken a bottleneck.

"Why do you feel like you don't play Wing Chun anymore?" Zhao Baiyu asked himself.

"It's Wing Chun. It's just that I made some necessary adjustments, and the basic principle of boxing has not changed." Qian Quan didn't hide his secrets. "It's like your set of 64 moves. When you practice to the third pass, you practice to silence the sound, and then to the fourth pass, and then play the sound. Repeat this several times. , you don’t need to memorize the moves anymore.”

Zhao Baiyu listened seriously, and said, "Thank you for your advice."

After saying that, he attacked again.

Qian Quan turned his head slightly, closed his eyes, and matched Zhao Baiyu's kung fu with listening to the voice.

Ignore her "tricks", but interrupt her rhythm and break the node of her golden voice.

Soon, Zhao Baiyu found it difficult to deal with it, and was overwhelmed.

"The sound of palm wind can certainly confuse the opponent and set off the momentum, but if the opponent hears the mystery and node of your transfer, it will expose a big flaw, which must be guarded against." Qian Quan said.

"Okay." Zhao Baiyu was instructed.

Time flies.

The two sparred in the gym for more than half an hour. When they came out, Zhao Baiyu realized that his clothes were wet with sweat.

(End of this chapter)