I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 232 I think the donor's studies are a bit miscellaneous
Before leaving, Li Ang fulfilled his cousin Liu Menglin's last wish, which was to send her to school.

As expected, in the early morning on campus, among the students and parents going to school, Leon and Katina driving the Maybach still became the focus of the crowd.

At the same time, it also made a lot of people curious, what kind of family does this child come from?

Because of the confidence that Li Ang gave her, even the little girl's voice when greeting her classmates was no longer weak and feeble.

"Is this your family?"

Liu Menglin's roommate asked her in surprise, turning her head repeatedly to look at Li Ang.

"Yes, it's my brother."

Liu Menglin nodded, without deliberately emphasizing Li Ang's identity as her cousin.

"Why haven't I heard you mention this before? And your brother is so handsome."

Even though she was talking to Liu Menglin, this roommate with twin ponytails couldn't help but secretly glance in the direction where Li Ang was standing.

When the school gate was filled with winter school uniforms and parents' down jackets and coats, Li Ang was simply wearing a black windbreaker. With a height of over 185cm and his well-shaped body, even without seeing his face, one could imagine that he was definitely a top handsome guy.

At this time, Li Ang and Katina were standing in front of the breakfast stall, and each bought a bowl of fried rice noodles.

Having eaten too much so-called high-end cuisine and white food in the United States, Li Ang has been thinking about this for too long.

A big part of the reason why he returned to China this time was because he missed the delicious food at home.

He ate this often when he was in high school, and continued to eat it when he went to college. It was not until he went to work in a big city that he ate it less and less.

Liu Menglin was about to walk into the school gate, but a classmate came to ask, and then another classmate came to inquire, so she simply stood at the door, eating her breakfast while chatting with them.

Unlike the female classmates who were all paying attention to Li Ang's appearance, the male classmates in Liu Menglin's class paid more attention to the scene of her getting out of the Maybach.

"I'd rather not eat for three years than save up money to buy a Mercedes, Tietie."

Many boys’ eyes were almost welded to it.

Although I occasionally encounter them on the roads in the city, this is the first time I have been so close to the owner of a car.

But there was a boy who came on a bicycle who was different. His attention was focused on Li Ang himself.

"No, Lao Gong, why do you always look at other people's brothers? What? Do you want to find a husband for yourself?"

Just after he took a few glances, another classmate came over, put his arm around his shoulder and teased him.

The classmate nicknamed "Old Gong" turned around and said unhappily:

"What? Are you jealous?"

Under the strange looks from his classmates, he immediately moved his hand away from his classmate's shoulder and said, "Brother, stop it."

Gong Guangjun's gaze returned to Li Ang, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"I just feel like he looks very familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before, but I can't quite remember where."

At this time, another girl next to her came over and said:
"I just heard from Menglin that his brother came from the United States and only came to China for the first time in the past two days. How could you have seen him?"

"USA?"

Gong Guangjun turned around and frowned in thought.

"Shit! I remember now, he is that guy, that guy, the cyclist, the Tour de France champion this year, shit!"

"No, buddy, please stop stuttering. Luckily, he is Chinese American. If he were an American black man, he would have given you a couple of beatings."

Gong Guangjun quickly squeezed to Liu Menglin's side and asked anxiously:
"Well, what's your brother's name?"

"Leon, what's wrong?"

Liu Menglin replied in confusion.

She was at a press conference this morning, the bowl of hot dry noodles in her hand was almost cold and she hadn't finished it yet. She was busy answering students' questions.

"Fuck, it's true! Can you ask your brother to help me get an autograph?"

Gong Guangjun had a look of surprise on his face, like a fan seeing his idol. He looked even more crazy about him than the girls in his class.

"If you want an autograph, can you please talk to your brother? I want a hug."

The roommate with twin ponytails also came over and said the same thing, imitating Gong Guangjun.

"Go, go, go, little green tea, don't think I don't know what you're up to. I just want your WeChat, isn't that too much?"

A plump female classmate next to her rolled her ponytails and said.

Liu Menglin ignored the jokes and continued to ask Gong Guangjun in confusion:
"Why do you want his autograph? He's not a star? Oh, no, I remember, my brother seems to be a professional UFO player. Do you like fighting too?"

"What the hell is that? UFO. That's UFC. You've made your brother have to fight aliens a few times."

A fat guy who was munching on a hamburger nearby interrupted.

The next second, he stopped eating the burger he was about to bite. "What the hell are you talking about? Your brother is a UFC professional player?"

Xiaopang immediately moved among several classmates to make sure he was covered, then quietly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

With a hamburger in his mouth, his hands kept typing Baidu on his mobile phone.

"Leon, UFC, what the hell! And it's really, what the hell, your brother even set the record for the fastest KO!"

The results that Xiaopang found in his search included not only text descriptions, but also photos of Li Ang's posters and photos of him in the ring. It was easy to tell that the man who was anxiously waiting in front of the fried noodle stall was the one in the picture.

Liu Menglin smiled smugly, "I told you, but you still don't believe it."

The last time she received so many envious and recognizing looks was when she was admitted to this key high school.

Several girls also came over, wanting to see the photos of Li Ang in his phone.

After learning about Li Ang's identity as a UFC professional fighter, Li Ang undoubtedly continued to gain more points in their hearts. Not only is he tall and handsome, but he is also good at fighting. Who can stand that?

"Little Fatty, don't eat yet. Search for this year's Tour de France champion. There's a surprise."

Gong Guangjun's face was full of smiles, as if he also had a share in the honor that Li Ang had received.

"what?"

Xiaopang held a hamburger in his mouth and stared at Gong Guangjun with wide eyes. Although he was unlikely to like cycling given his physique, as a man who has been active on the Internet for many years, he had naturally heard of the Tour de France.

He also paid attention to the news about this year's competition. There was nothing he could do about it. The main reason was that this year's champion was too abnormal. One person won almost all the awards and broke tons of records. He became a god right from the start and his main goal was outrageous.

After Xiaopang quickly typed, a name really popped up on the screen: [Li Ang].

"Snapped!"

The half hamburger in Xiaopang's mouth finally fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the pain. He just slowly uttered a few words, "Liu Menglin, your brother is invincible."

At this time, Li Ang finally got the fried rice noodles he had been longing for. Although they were made with some simple raw materials and stir-fried over high heat, the first bite of the fried rice noodles right out of the pan was so fragrant that it could make you dizzy.

Even Katina, after eating, gave a thumbs up and uttered two Chinese words: "Awesome!"

Li Ang couldn't help laughing and asked:
“Where did you learn this Chinese?”

"Um, my classmate taught me this. It seems to be a very good way to express something in Chinese. What's wrong? Did I use it wrong?"

Li Ang: "That's not a problem."

As they were eating, they suddenly felt the light around them dim.

Li Ang turned around and found a group of people standing behind him.

"What would you like to eat?"

The owner of the stall stirred the pot with the spatula twice, looked at the large group of students who suddenly came over and asked, wondering what day it was today, and how so many people came all of a sudden when it was almost time for morning self-study.

"We're not eating, we're just coming to take a look."

Li Ang was also a little confused. Why were there so many people watching me just eating fried noodles?

A moment later, Li Ang held a large fan meeting in front of the fried noodle stall, with autographs and photo sessions arranged. It was not until two minutes before morning self-study that the group of students scattered like a flock of frightened birds and rushed into the school.

What Li Ang didn't know was that because he came to send his cousin to school today, she would always be the unique focus of attention in the class until Liu Menglin graduated, and was even elected as the class monitor by her classmates.

He became more and more cheerful and confident, and eventually even surpassed his previous scores and was admitted to a 985 university.

After breakfast, Li Ang gathered the company's employees and set off for Shaolin Temple.

In fact, not only Li Ang was looking forward to going to Shaolin Temple, but the foreign employees who followed him were also looking forward to it.

In early Chinese Kung Fu films, the Shaolin Temple appeared quite frequently.

Shaolin Temple is not only the birthplace of Zen Buddhism, but also one of the birthplaces of Chinese Kung Fu. It is known as the "ancestral home of Zen Buddhism and the holy land of Kung Fu" and is also known as the "most famous temple in the world."

In the past, it was quite difficult for ordinary people to enter Shaolin Temple, but now, you have to buy a ticket.

Before coming here, Li Ang had already contacted Nie Zhaofeng, who used to be a Shaolin disciple at Tiansheng Martial Arts School. Originally, he just wanted him to give him the contact information of an acquaintance in Shaolin Temple. However, Coach Nie Zhaofeng was obviously very progressive and was very proactive in saying that he would return to China in person and bring Li Ang with him.

After they climbed Mount Song, they agreed to meet at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Because it is a weekday today, there are not too many tourists on the mountain, but there are obviously quite a lot of people who have the ability to travel at any time of the year.

Although there are many foreigners visiting here, it is relatively rare to see a team like Li Ang, who brings a professional team of more than ten people.

Therefore, Nie Zhaofeng, who came early and waited, also discovered Li Ang at the first moment.

"Chairman Li, nice to meet you again. Let me be the host today."

Nie Zhaofeng came forward from afar, bowed, and shook hands with Li Ang.

"Master Nie arrived early enough. I have to trouble you again this time."

Li Ang smiled, but he was still a little uncomfortable with Nie Zhaofeng's enthusiasm.

"No, no, I just got here too."

Nie Zhaofeng waved his hand in reply.

In fact, he had already gone up the mountain yesterday, and after having a small gathering with his former fellow disciples, he has been staying there without coming down.

Today, he had already appeared here when the first group of tourists came. He did not stand there stupidly. While waiting for people, he also practiced his martial arts, attracting many tourists to watch.

"this way please."

Nie Zhaofeng knew the purpose of Li Ang's coming, so he took the lead without any delay.

The photographer brought by Li Ang followed behind, taking pictures fiercely. He was not only taking pictures of Li Ang. As it was the first time for him to come to such a place, all kinds of things had great appeal to him.

The purpose of coming here today was not to travel. Under the leadership of Nie Zhaofeng, Li Ang followed him alone into the inner courtyard of Shaolin Temple, and the others were allowed to move freely.

"This is Mr. Li Ang, right? Welcome, welcome."

They were greeted by a tall, lean monk wearing a grey robe.

Although he said welcome, Leon could easily tell from the micro-expressions on his face that his attitude did not seem to be welcoming.

This is quite normal. Although he is Chinese at heart, he is now an American citizen. He also "delusions" about getting the Shaolin Temple's treasure, the "Xisui Jing". It is reasonable for them to be somewhat hostile towards him.

"I wonder what your purpose is in wanting the "Xisui Jing" from our Shaolin Temple, Mr. Li?"

Yanfeng took a sip of tea, looked at Li Ang with a smile and asked.

Li Ang had nothing to be shy about regarding this point, and bluntly stated that he was also a martial artist and was very interested in all kinds of martial arts techniques. He had always heard of the famous "Xisui Jing" from the Shaolin Temple, so he wanted to borrow it to have a look, hoping to gain some inspiration for his own kung fu from it.

Yanfeng nodded without comment and continued to ask:

"I wonder what kind of Kung Fu Master Li has learned? You know, it is better to be good at martial arts than to learn too many. It is not good to learn too many things."

Li Ang smiled and said, "I know a little bit about Tongbeiquan, Twelve-Way Tan Legs, Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training, Taijiquan, Golden Bell Cover, Iron Shirt, Yijinjing."

Yanfeng had a smile on his face, and after listening to Li Ang talk about the kung fu he had practiced, his smile became even wider.

Nie Zhaofeng was also quite surprised. He knew that Chairman Li knew a lot of Kung Fu, but he never expected that he had learned so many Kung Fu at the same time.

He had a deep understanding of what Li Ang said. At least he had seen with his own eyes the several skills that Li Ang demonstrated, and they were definitely at the master level.

"I think Mr. Li, you should first master the things you have read. For example, take the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training and Yi Jin Jing that I know. Which of these does not require a lifetime of study?"

When Yanfeng said this, it was obvious that he was rejecting the idea.

(End of this chapter)