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Chapter 307

Regarding the discussion of several girls in 2202 about him, Wang Zhong knew the result without guessing.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Zhong got up early for morning exercises as usual, and he was still boxing at a fixed location to exercise his muscles and bones.

Hitting and hitting, there are more people next to them.

"Miss Lucy?" Wang Zhong stopped practicing boxing, picked up a towel placed on the stone bench next to him and wiped his forehead, the fine sweat on his neck. traits, but Wang Zhong can't control himself from sweating.

Even Wang Zhong enjoys the feeling of sweating while practicing boxing, but it's just that his kung fu has been practiced to his level, and his physique is so strong that it is not so easy to even want to sweat.

"Yesterday when you caught the man with glasses, I was right next to you. Those few moves of yours looked simple, but you grasped the timing and measure very well, especially the way you restrained the man with glasses." Lucy strolled Walking up to Wang Zhong, he said straight to the point: "Ordinary people can't do it."

There was a bit of scrutiny and curiosity in the eyes that looked at Wang Zhong.

"Smiled."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I practice traditional martial arts. The idea is to use the smallest force to achieve the effect of subduing the enemy."

"How powerful are traditional martial arts?" Fang Zhiheng asked curiously.

Wang Zhongdao: "This question is a bit different for the beholder, and the wise see the wisdom."

Fang Zhiheng frowned slightly.

Wang Zhong explained: "Think about it, our country has been inherited for thousands of years, the world has been divided and united, and at that time it was not as peaceful as we are now, thieves and bandits emerged in endlessly, and traditional martial arts, under such circumstances, were Our ancestors summed up and extracted it from the fights again and again, you may not say how amazing he is, but it is impossible to be a useless show."

Fang Zhiheng nodded approvingly.

Wang Zhong continued: "Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about Sanda, which is summed up from the essence of various traditional martial arts."

Fang Zhiheng said: "So, you are that kind of hermit who hides in the market place on TV?"

Wang Zhong couldn't help laughing, and said helplessly, "Do you think I look like me?"

Fang Zhiheng shook his head and smiled.

"Actually, whether it's traditional martial arts, Sanda, boxing, or the mixed martial arts you practice, in the final analysis, it's nothing more than fighting skills. In the past, when the world was chaotic, people practiced these things to kill people. Real kung fu, How can there be hundreds of tricks and thousands of tricks, fighting for days and nights without distinguishing the outcome."

"But now the world is peaceful and the law is sound. Taking someone's life is punishable by imprisonment. These fighting skills naturally tend to subdue people."

"I have practiced mixed martial arts for five years, and I have never fought against someone who practices martial arts. Why don't we find a time another day and learn from each other?" Fang Zhiheng's beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Since you're interested, why don't you do it another day? It's better to hit the sun than to choose another day, so let's do it now!" Wang Zhong said.

"Now?"

"Oh~ If you don't have time, you can do it another day."

"I'm free if I'm free, but I don't have much time. I'm afraid we can't use it here?"

"Are you going to learn from each other? It's not a fight to the death. It's okay."

"Then... let's do it!" Seeing Wang Zhong eager to try, Fang Zhiheng suppressed the hesitation in his heart.

The two stood facing each other with a distance of about 1.5 meters. Fang Zhiheng's body was slightly bent sideways, putting on a fighting air.

Wang Zhong smiled, "Be careful!" As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhiheng only felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face, a casserole-sized fist getting bigger and bigger, sideways, Fang Zhiheng followed with a high kick, and was thrown Wang Zhong grabbed his ankle, turned sideways, and then a huge force hit Fang Zhiheng, leaving the ground and falling forward.

"Miss Lucy?" Fang Zhiheng was awakened from his trance, and he hung on Wang Zhong's lap at an angle of about [-] degrees, almost making close contact with the ground.

"Come again!" After standing still, Fang Zhiheng challenged Wang Zhong again.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and said, "Please!"

Five minutes later, Fang Zhiheng sat on the stone bench with a dejected face, and turned to look at Wang Zhong, who was drinking water with his head up, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.

After practicing mixed martial arts for five years, although she is not proud enough to think that she is a master, it is not a problem to beat one or two adult men. Even her coach in the boxing gym praised her for her talent. Many students in the boxing gym Here, the force value is considered high, and I can fight back and forth with the coach.

Unexpectedly, she thought she practiced well in MMA, but she was like a clown in front of Wang Zhong. No matter if she was trying to attack or defend with all her strength, Wang Zhong would subdue her with one move. Now, an unprecedented sense of frustration filled Fang Zhiheng's heart.

"What's the matter? Are you hit?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but tease Fang Zhiheng's dejected expression.

Fang Zhiheng glanced at Wang Zhong dejectedly: "I have practiced mixed martial arts hard for five years. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few ordinary adult men. I didn't expect..."

"Actually, you have practiced very well. You can have such results in five years. It can be seen that you have worked hard, and your talent is also good."

"Are you comforting me?" Fang Zhiheng turned to look at Wang Zhong and asked.

"Do you believe that there are geniuses in this world?" Wang Zhong didn't answer, but asked instead.

Fang Zhiheng was taken aback for a moment, and the way he looked at Wang Zhong changed a bit: "You mean you are a genius?"

"Master Xing's "Kung Fu", you must have seen it!"

Fang Zhiheng smiled: "Are you trying to tell me that you are like the Xing Ye in the movie, a rare martial art genius?"

Wang Zhong spread his hands: "Otherwise, how would you explain it?"

Fang Zhiheng was astonished.

Wang Zhong stood up and asked, "Have you seen the movie "Fearless"?"

Fang Zhiheng nodded.

"Chuanwu pays attention to killing with one blow."

"I started practicing martial arts when I was seven years old. I practiced Baguazhang in Chuanwuli. Later, I learned dozens of boxing methods such as Taiji, Xingyi, Baji, Yanqing, Wing Chun, Hongquan, etc. I practiced Sanjiu in winter and practiced in summer. I have never slack off for a day in practicing the three-volt period, and I am 29 years old this year."

Then, Wang Zhong turned his head to look at Fang Zhiheng: "For 22 years, I have been running, standing, and practicing every day. If I am still defeated by you, a little girl who has only practiced mixed martial arts for five years, then what I have practiced in the past 22 years is What?"

Fang Zhiheng's face showed surprise, and he looked at Wang Zhong with a little more curiosity, then nodded in agreement and said: "No wonder you are so powerful!"

After hearing Wang Zhong's words, Fang Zhiheng didn't seem to be so unacceptable about being completely abused by Wang Zhong just now.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Every move I just made is the result of my 22 years of unremitting hard training, so you don't have to be too depressed, after all, we practice completely different things."

Thinking of the powerlessness he felt when he sparred with Wang Zhong just now, Fang Zhiheng asked: "Are there many people in China who persist in practicing traditional martial arts like you?"

"A lot, and they all practiced since they were young, but now times have changed, and most of the masters are teaching good-looking moves based on performance routines, which is what we commonly call Huaquanxiuqi in Chuanbuli."

"but······"

"But what?" Fang Zhiheng became more and more curious.

"The foundation of martial arts is still the physical fitness. The so-called kung fu is nothing more than the combination of strength, speed, and reaction. In your mixed martial arts arena, isn't there a difference in weight!"

"We have a saying in Buri that if you want to beat someone, you must first learn how to be beaten."

"Generally speaking, tall and fat people generally have more strength, but their reaction and speed will be slower. Thin people generally have less strength, but they will be more flexible. But if two people start fighting, who do you think?" The odds of winning are greater?"

"Hmm~~~" Fang Zhiheng pondered for a moment: "I think it depends on the terrain!"

Wang Zhong showed a smile on his face: "That's right, my brain is flexible enough, that's what I said, but in general, fat people are bigger when facing each other. After all, not everyone is like Uncle Long in the movie, and can use any terrain props. "

"That's true!" Fang Zhiheng also agreed.

After some chatting, the two parted ways. Before leaving, Wang Zhong said something extra: "By the way, if you are interested in Chuanwu, I recommend you to watch the old movie "The Prodigal Son" again."

"Wait!" Wang Zhong had just taken a few steps when he was stopped by Fang Zhiheng.

Fang Zhiheng looked at Wang Zhong who turned around to look at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, I'm going to the boxing gym to practice, are you interested in going to the boxing gym and we can practice again?"

Wang Zhong smiled slightly, strode up to Fang Zhiheng, and handed out his mobile phone: "Add a WeChat for easy contact."

"Okay!" Fang Zhiheng showed a smile on his face, took out his mobile phone from his sports bag, scanned Wang Zhong's personal QR code, and chose to add it.

"Let's get to know each other again, my name is Wang Zhong!"

Fang Zhiheng hesitated for a moment: "Lucy Cai!"

"Then make another appointment tomorrow! Goodbye!" Wang Zhong waved his hand and walked away with his small bag and mobile phone.

Saying goodbye to Fang Zhiheng, Wang Zhong went outside the community to buy breakfast as usual, but he didn't expect to see Yu Chuhui, He Minhong, and Zhu Zhe coming out of the elevator just as he walked into the No.19 floor.

"Brother Wang?" Seeing Wang Zhong, the girls all smiled.

"Sister Zhu, Xiaoyu, Xiaohe! Going to work so early?" Wang Zhong also greeted them with a smile.

"Hmm! Brother Wang, who is this?" The main reason is that Wang Zhong was wearing a sportswear, with a white towel hanging around his neck.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Morning exercise, buy a breakfast by the way." By the way, he lifted the paper bag in his hand.

"Then hurry up and go, don't delay!"

"Goodbye, Brother Wang!"

"goodbye!"

Today, I discussed with Fang Zhiheng for a while, and then chatted for a long time. After a delay, Fang Zhiheng went home directly when the two parted, and Wang Zhong came back a little later than usual after buying breakfast. Three beauties from 2202.

In the afternoon, at five o'clock, Wang Zhong was about to go out, and went to the fruit shop to buy more fruits, especially the lychees in season, what they looked like when they were put in the space, and what they looked like when they were taken out, a natural storage How can we not use the fresh-keeping warehouse, wait until autumn and winter, and then eat a mouthful of lychees in July, it will feel comfortable.

Just after he came out of the fruit shop, Wang Zhong was carrying two big bags of lychees and watermelons, as well as a bag of bananas, and was about to find a place to store them in the space, when suddenly a familiar voice came from behind him, and he was a little surprised and displeased. Dare to be sure.

"Wang Zhong?"

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw Zhu Zhe, who was riding a shared bicycle, parked beside him. There was a plastic bag in the basket in front of the bicycle.

"Miss Zhu?"

"Why are you here?" Wang Zhong really didn't expect that he would meet Zhu Zhe when he went out to buy some fruit.

Zhu Zhe said: "I just came back from get off work, I passed by the vegetable market, and bought some food to go back!"

While speaking, Zhu Zhe had already got off the shared bicycle, pushed the cart to Wang Zhong's side, looked at the three full bags Wang Zhong mentioned, and was a little surprised: "Buy so many fruits?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Didn't you invite me to dinner last night? I was shopping at the fruit shop just now and I happened to see lychees and watermelons. I thought that the weather is so hot now that it would be good to eat some lychees and watermelons to relieve the heat. I just wanted to give you some Take some back, too!"

"You are too polite!"

"What's the matter? Reciprocity!"

"You bought a lot!" The bag in Zhu Zhe's bicycle basket was also a lot.

Zhu Zhe said: "Tomorrow isn't the weekend, I'm going to make some beef sauce, do you want to try it?"

"That's a good relationship!" Wang Zhong suddenly showed a smile on his face: "Beef sauce is an excellent partner whether it is mixed with noodles or bibimbap!"

"Then I'll be ready tomorrow and let Xiao He call you!"

"Don't be so troublesome, let's add prestige, let me know when you make it, just in time for me to see how your beef sauce is made." Wang Zhong said.

"I almost forgot, besides being a great writer, you are also a seasoned foodie!" Zhu Zhe said with a smile.

"I dare not say anything else, but I have done a lot of research on eating."

"I hope my beef sauce is to your liking!"

"The beauty is already delicious, and the beef sauce is just the icing on the cake!" Wang Zhongqian made a small joke, and sent a small fart along the way.

"As expected of a great writer, he can speak well!"

"Whoever says a writer can speak well. Writing is completely different from speaking."

"is it?"

"When we were coding, it was a pity that we could think about it, consider it, and check and revise it after writing, but we couldn't speak. Most of the time, we just blurted out our brains."

"It sounds like that."

"By the way, your neighbor invited me to the boxing gym tomorrow morning. You can make beef sauce in the morning, right?"

Zhu Zhe said: "I'm going to sleep in in the morning, rest, and do it in the afternoon!"

"You mean our neighbors?" Zhu Zhe asked with some doubts.

"I live in 2201. There is a girl who is a practicing family. I met him several times during morning exercises. This morning..."

After listening to Wang Zhong's explanation, Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong in surprise: "I can't tell, you are still a martial arts master?"

Wang Zhong said modestly: "What kind of martial arts masters are just kung fu for strengthening the body."

"No wonder you dared to stop that perverted sneak-camera man yesterday." Zhu Zhe recalled what happened yesterday. The girls chased and shouted all the way, but there were so many passers-by on the road, but none of them came to help, and many of them were tall and young. Fortunately, he met Wang Zhong, a strong boy.

"By the way!" Zhu Zhe expressed his thanks again: "Thank you for what happened yesterday!"

"Didn't you thank me last night?" Wang Zhong laughed and said, "I only helped you once. If you see me every day, thank you. Then if I see you in the future, I won't run away from you!"

Zhu Zhe grinned and changed the subject: "Put some things in the basket! Reduce the burden."

"That's a good feeling!" Wang Zhong said, "I'm worried about buying too many, it's too heavy!"

"You too, why buy so much at once! There is still a long way from here to our community!"

"Didn't I look at the freshness of these fruits and couldn't hold back!"

"Pfft!" For some reason, Zhu Zhe, who usually had a good laugh, was inadvertently relaxed when talking to Wang Zhong, and he was easily amused.

"I have a deep understanding of this!" Zhu Zhe said seriously.

"Shopping?"

"What do you say?"

Wang Zhong turned his head and looked Zhu Zhe up and down, then shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it."

"Can you see that too?" Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

"I feel it!" Wang Zhong said: "You give me the feeling that you are calm and pragmatic, self-disciplined, and you should be more frugal at ordinary times."

"Can you feel this too?" Zhu Zhe asked curiously.

"Feel it! It's not necessarily accurate."

The two walked all the way home, chatting all the way, that is, chatting casually, talking about things, and the topics were just scratching the surface, not in-depth.

"Sister Zhu, please pass this fruit on to me, I'll go there by myself!" In the elevator, Wang Zhong handed Zhu Zhe the one he had allocated.

Zhu Zhe nodded and took the bag: "That's fine, I'll give it to Zhenzhen for you."

"Then trouble you!"

"Goodbye!" Wang Zhong in the elevator waved his hand with a smile.

Outside the elevator, Zhu Zhe also smiled slightly and waved goodbye: "Goodbye!"

Although it was just a slight smile, it was as bright and gorgeous as a blooming flower, which was heartbreaking.

(End of this chapter)