China Entertainment Times 1999

Chapter 27 Brother Xuan is not popular, and God cannot tolerate it

At night, Lin Xuan lay on the bed and opened the system panel.

"Host: Lin Xuan"

"Occupation: Actor"

"Level: Level [-]"

"Current points: 6605"

"Level One Permission: Film and Television Course Library (Open)"

"Second level authority: not enabled (accumulated points: 13605/100000)"

Lin Xuan clicked to enter the "Film and Television Course Library" and searched for "Traditional Martial Arts".

[Introduction to Kung Fu: Basic Routines of Traditional Martial Arts/(Price: 3000)]

[Kung Fu Master: Huang Feihong·Foshan Shadowless Kick/(Price: 5000)]

[Kung Fu Master: Ip Man·Wing Chun/(Price: 5000)]

[Kung Fu Master: Yang Luchan·Yang Style Tai Chi/(Price: 8000)]

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The last time I searched for "male pet", there were only more than 80 results. This time, the number of courses for "martial arts" was as high as more than 300.

Lin Xuan browsed briefly and found that there were not many basic courses priced at 3000, probably because the basic content was similar.

But as you go up, there are more intermediate and advanced courses.

There is also a "Kung Fu Master" series, covering the famous stunts of all Kung Fu masters from ancient times to the present.

However, Lin Xuan couldn't use these special skills for the time being. He directly clicked to buy the first option found in the search.

[Do you want to purchase "Introduction to Kung Fu: Basic Routines of Traditional Martial Arts/(Price: 3000)?"]

【Yes】

[Course purchased successfully, current points: 3605, do you want to start learning? 】

【Yes】

[About to enter teaching mode 3...2...1]

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Lin Xuan opened his eyes again and found that the course teaching this time was not in the classroom.

The vast sky is blue and the green grassland stretches as far as the eye can see.

Just standing here doing nothing makes me feel much more relaxed, and all the stress in my body is gone.

For a moment, he thought he was in the Mongolian grassland.

Lin Xuan was admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him when there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Looking back, a middle-aged man wearing white training clothes walked over.

Lin Xuan took a closer look and saw that he was indeed an old acquaintance, but he was not wearing glasses this time and almost didn't recognize him.

I'm tired of seeing this face, so I can't change it to a young and beautiful female teacher.

Lin Xuan complained silently in his heart.

The male teacher walked up to him and introduced expressionlessly: "Today we are going to learn the class 'Introduction to Kung Fu: Basic Routines of Traditional Martial Arts'. The course has a total of 8 hours."

"Wait a minute!" Lin Xuan noticed something was wrong and interrupted him: "A course with 3000 points is only eight hours? It's all gone in one night? Are you trying to trick me!"

The male teacher was not angry, and explained: "The amount of class hours of the course is calculated accurately by the system, the probability of error is extremely low, and the error in the amount of class hours is also very small.

Moreover, there is a big difference between theoretical classes and practical classes and cannot be compared directly. Let’s take this class as an example:

Eight lessons can ensure that you achieve perfection in every martial arts movement, but only within the system space.

Whether you can do the movements well or even perfectly in reality requires a lot of practice. "

Lin Xuan suddenly understood and said: "I understand. To put it simply, eight classes ensure that the brain can learn it, but the body will have to practice more on its own."

"This explanation is correct. Since there is no doubt, let's get started. I will play a complete set first, and you should pay attention."

The male teacher took a few steps back and began to perform martial arts routines. Lin Xuan studied hard with his eyes wide open.

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Early the next morning, Lin Xuan got up and washed up, then took out a set of loose casual clothes from the closet.

Wang Baoqiang saw him rummaging through the boxes and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

Lin Xuan said while getting dressed: "There is a park nearby, I will go to practice."

"Then I'll go with you. I haven't practiced for a long time." Wang Baoqiang got excited when he talked about practicing. "Okay." After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xuan added: "By the way, help me buy some medicine for bruises."

"why?"

"What else is there to do to prevent injuries? I haven't practiced Kung Fu for four or five years, and the ligaments in my body have probably shrunk."

Lin Xuan is a thief, and he has made preparations for his poor performance in advance.

"Oh." Wang Baoqiang didn't ask any more questions and went to the pharmacy first.

After buying medicines such as safflower oil, the two walked to a park near the community.

It's past eight o'clock in the morning, and the park is full of old people exercising.

Lin Xuan and the others searched for a long time before they found a slightly open place.

Putting down the water glasses, the two of them started stretching first.

On weekdays, only the elderly and children come to this park.

Two young people suddenly broke in and immediately attracted the attention of many adults.

What are these two young men going to do?
Wang Baoqiang finished the warm-up and asked: "Brother, what kind of skills have you practiced? Do you want to help?"

"No, just watch."

Lin Xuan is full of confidence. If the original owner's muscles are not too stiff and the ligaments are not stretched, I can show off your face with my set of moves.

What the teacher said last night was correct. After eight classes, Lin Xuan had practiced that set of movements extremely proficiently, and there was no fault in every movement.

As long as he is given a few days to synchronize his brain and body, any lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple will be able to do whatever he wants in front of him.

After saying that, Lin Xuan began to practice formally.

Wang Baoqiang was skeptical at first, but after watching it for a while, the expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

Who is Brother Xuan?
It’s just that he’s handsome and has good acting skills, he’s even so good at kung fu.

Although Lin Xuan didn't do many of his movements properly due to his stiff body, there is nothing to say about his smoothness and enjoyment.

From Wang Baoqiang's point of view, it would have been impossible to reach this level without spending three years practicing hard.

"That's surprising. I still have a lot of abilities." Lin Xuan said with a proud smile.

"Brother Xuan, you are so awesome!" Wang Baoqiang was speechless and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Sure enough, I didn’t follow the wrong person.

Brother Xuan is not popular, and God cannot tolerate it.

The uncles and aunts around took a closer look.

Oh, this young man is also good at kung fu, and he can fight quite beautifully.

So everyone rushed to tell each other, and soon Lin Xuan was surrounded by people watching the fun.

Whenever he performs a difficult move, warm applause breaks out from around him.

After practicing in the park for two hours, Lin Xuan was exhausted and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Uncle and aunt, we are going back."

"Okay, I'll make way for you."

"Young man, will you come tomorrow?"

"Handsome man, are you married? My daughter is very beautiful. Do you want to get to know her?"

Lin Xuan answered perfunctorily, then walked through the crowd like a hero, smiling and waving goodbye to the uncles and aunts.

Entering the system space at night, Lin Xuan chose the course [Lord of One Hundred Weapons: Basic Swordsmanship Routines].

The reason why he chose swordsmanship was because Wang Jinhua called during the day and said that the role he was auditioning for was a swordsman.

The same eight classes, the same three thousand points. After purchasing this course, Lin Xuan's points immediately bottomed out.

In the next few days, Lin Xuan went to the park to practice every day.

Practice three times in the morning, noon and evening for two hours each time.

Those uncles and aunties have regarded his practice as a regular performance.

Every morning, I would take a small bench to reserve a seat in advance, and if I was more enthusiastic, I would give him eggs and apples.

As a result, Lin Xuan went out empty-handed every time and returned home carrying a pile of food.

　Thanks to "Time 1979" for the 1000-point "Fan Xiaopang" character reward.

　　Little Fatty was so miserable that he couldn't even put a real person in his avatar, so he had to put a cartoon version.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)