Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 37 Good Children Don't Fight
"What kind of training class should he sign up for?" Chen Fengling began to worry again that her son would become stupid.

"badminton."

"Oh, it's good to exercise."

"With Lin Zhiyuan."

"No problem, you go with him first, and then ask your parents for money if you need it." Li Chun is very generous. Although his family is still thinking about saving money to buy a house, his son is so outstanding that they are happy to spend any money.

On the court at the weekend, Li Yan swept away her previous guilt towards her friend and was ready to beat the serious Lin Zhiyuan to pieces without reservation.

The result was not as exaggerated as he had imagined. The game was decided with two clean scores of 15:7.

Lin Zhiyuan, who was lying on the ground, saw the dejected Li Yan at a glance and became furious:

"Boss Yan, you beat me up and still look unhappy. Isn't that insulting?"

"The main thing is that I feel like I haven't made any progress." It's hard to say that badminton has been stuck at level 35 for so long.

"No, I will make progress too," Xiaopang said anxiously, "I haven't practiced in vain."

These words comforted Li Yan, and he decisively took out two twenty-dollar bills.

"What do you mean, Mr. Yan?"

"My parents have sponsored it. From today on, we will share the tuition and make progress together."

"Don't do it."

"We still have to play the game. Let's play normally. I will not hold back. If I can shave your head, I won't lose a single point."

"Brothers, we are getting estranged from each other by doing this."

Where did you learn this accent? Li Yan's eyes twitched.

"Master Yan, we are going to play a game, don't act like I can't afford to lose."

"Don't act like I'm taking advantage of you. I treat you as my best friend and you understand me."

"Damn it." Lin Zhiyuan was unable to react to the direct attack of the True Feelings card, and could only sigh.

After the class, there was only one sentence that was useful to Li Yan:

The backhand thumb should press against the side edge of the racket handle.

While Lin Zhiyuan was still trying to figure out how to implement this sentence, Li Yan had already used his backhand to whip the opponent, making a whistling sound...

However, Li Yan, who had learned the backhand, did not win by a large margin in the final match after practice with Lin Zhiyuan.

Being able to exert force correctly means you have learned it, but learning it and being able to use it are two completely different things.

A very obvious feeling of powerlessness... Li Yan knew clearly in her mind that the backhand position required timely switching of finger movements and finding a good hitting point, but her brain understood but her body did not!
The body lacks coordination, the legs lack strength, and maybe even the fingers lack strength. Each step is not in place, so the ball naturally cannot be hit effectively.

This is probably the main reason why badminton is stuck at 35 and cannot go higher.

But what made him even more embarrassed was that his body was limited by his development, as if there was a limiter on his body, and his improvement through accumulating training was as slow as a snail. Going to a regular gym might lead to a breakthrough, but he didn't have the conditions!

Originally, he could have gained points by breaking through his limits, but now his strength was stuck at the stage where he could defeat Lin Zhiyuan but could not get past Teacher Ding within three shots. No matter who he beat, he could not force himself to overdraw his physical strength.

Do you really need to go for a long run?

"Master Yan," Lin Zhiyuan, who lost the game again without any suspense, suddenly approached, "Look, a gentleman is willing to accept defeat. I will pay for the badminton training fee. If you feel uncomfortable not spending this money, there are other places to spend it."

"It's on you."

"It was definitely me. My uncle is the SWAT coach and he practices Sanda. I asked him to teach you a few moves."

Li Yan was stunned. This little fat boy has a talent for helping others in times of need.

Thinking he was hesitating, Xiaopang began to analyze the necessity of boxing:
"You are a famous person now, and there are always villains who want to harm you. You have to learn some self-defense skills. I also want to see if a genius like you who can learn anything can learn the routine in seconds..." "Okay."

"My uncle has always...ah? Did you agree?"

"Yes, it's better to choose a day than to wait for it. Let's do it this weekend."

As luck would have it, Lin Zhiyuan's uncle lives in the same residential area as Li Xinyuan, Cuinan Garden.

I thought Uncle Lin Zhiyuan would be a burly man, but he turned out to be a lean middle-aged man with clear muscle contours, but his frame was not big, so he didn't look that strong.

Upon hearing that a "genius" wanted to seek advice from him, a semi-retired former coach, Uncle Lin narrowed his eyes, his crow's feet extending to his temples, revealing an expression of interest.

This former special police coach practiced boxing and Sanda when he was young, and practiced traditional martial arts for many years when he was old. He can be regarded as a hidden dragon and crouching tiger in a small city.

Although he looks thin, he punches with great force and dominance. He even has various sandbags and protective gear at home to protect his body.

"Boy," Uncle Lin said hoarsely, "I heard from Zhiyuan that you learn things very quickly, but I can't teach you too much. I will teach you some ways to exert force and grappling techniques as a self-defense technique."

"Thank you, coach!" Li Yan's eyes lit up. Practicing muscle groups different from badminton under professional guidance was a new route he had just figured out, and he was very excited.

Uncle Lin, who is the special police coach, is really interested in the "good spirit" set and has also become interested.

That afternoon, all sorts of groans and grunts could be heard from Uncle Lin's room, occasionally mixed with cries of pain - this was the result of the two children's ligaments being pulled.

The fat boy Lin Zhiyuan chose to quit halfway through the training. He pulled a chair and ate snacks while watching Li Yan practice boxing.

It was quite interesting. He had never seen Li Yan being scolded, but his uncle taught like he wanted to eat people. The standards were very high and the intensity was very high. Even Li Yan was repeatedly denied that this move was not right and that move was not up to standard.

In his impression, his uncle never seemed to praise anyone.

Li Yan 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 used much in normal times also began to swell and ache during the training, making it difficult for him to slowly get into the correct punching posture, let alone punch quickly.

Li Yan could understand that the force was transmitted from the feet to the ground, along the legs, waist and back, and finally exploded from the fists. He also wanted to try the feeling of hitting the sandbag, but unfortunately his body could not keep up.

Uncle Lin also stopped. After all, he was just an elementary school student with no basic training, and the intensity was indeed a bit too high.

But Li Yan could sense that a long-lost voice was about to appear.

Ding!
[Physical strength +1, total 14; Sports +1, total 9]

[Muscle endurance +1, total 27; Muscle strength +1, total 28; Explosive power +1, total 28; Body coordination +1, total 27; Fighting activated, total 20]

"Kid, try to hit the sandbag using the method I told you to use. Pay attention to tensing up and exerting force the moment your fist hits the bag to avoid getting hurt. See the difference between your weak and limp fist at the beginning. Your physical strength has reached its limit, so take a rest after you're done."

When Lin Zhiyuan heard the word "weak and powerless", he couldn't help but make a face.

Then the uncle and nephew saw Li Yan push off the ground and swing his arms and punch, hitting the sandbag like a whip, making a crisp sound.

There was a small hole in the sandbag, and it was shaking noticeably.

The little fat boy thought he had heard it wrong, but he saw the strict uncle showing a surprised smile:

"Wow, this is incredible, he really is a genius?"

At this moment, Li Yan, who had recovered his strength, stood as still as a pine tree, with a gleam in his eyes, feeling full of strength.

"Uncle, why not learn the grappling technique as well?"

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