I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 4: Can you operate a sewing machine?

"Coach Fang, I feel so sore here, am I training incorrectly?"

"It's normal to not practice when you feel sore, swollen, or numb."

"Coach, I seem to have gained another two pounds in the past two days. Do I need to practice more?"

"You need to eat less."

"Xiao Fang, I have a class scheduled for Saturday, don't forget it. By the way, how many classes do I have left? Are you short of performance this month? Do you want Sister Wang to buy 5,000 yuan for the class?"

Fang Yu’s students are basically all women, of all ages. After five classes, Fang Yu felt that her hands were covered with a layer of powder.

After dealing with the young ladies, older ladies and older ladies wearing vests, suspenders, yoga clothes and sports bras, Fang Yu quickly took a shower in the bathroom, changed clothes, and prepared to leave the gym and return to the dormitory.

If I don't go back, the curfew will be over. There is an exhibition near the school these days, and all the hotels within a five-kilometer radius are fully booked. Once the curfew is over, I won't be able to stay in a hotel, so I'll have to stay at Wang Xiaoya's house like I did yesterday.

When I was in my sophomore year, there were no more dormitory inspections. I thought I could do whatever I wanted. But the school started to implement door access control, and many students who used to study in the classroom until one or two o'clock in the morning had to go back to the dormitory to study. It was really fucked up.

This vice president from the Academy of Social Sciences is crazy. He wants to control everything, but he can't control anything well.

Previously, the Academy of Social Sciences was an independent college, but it was merged into the National Academy of Social Sciences at the end of last year.

The original president of the Academy of Social Sciences was transformed into a vice-president of a national university with a relatively low ranking.

Being in charge of discipline, the administrative level is considered to have been promoted.

Since the start of the second half of the school year, the National Xiguan Campus student dormitories have started to implement access control. It was this guy who did it.

When he was in charge of dormitory access control in a double first-class comprehensive university, many students laughed at him on the campus website, saying that he was transferred from a non-double first-class university.

Previously, at the National Xiguan Campus, there were many students studying in classrooms until 1 or 2 in the morning, even when it was not exam season. Now, all of them have to return to the dormitory on time, otherwise they have to find accommodation on their own.

Wang Xiaoya lives alone in a 280-square-meter flat. There is no problem with living there, but her waist cannot bear it.

"Xiao Fang, don't go yet. Come here for a moment. I have something to talk to you about." Fang Yu, who was zipping up his clothes with his head down, looked up and saw the store manager Sun Yang waving at him with a sunny face.

Sun Yang is in his early thirties. He has never been to a sports school and does not come from a professional background.

It is said that Sun Yang started working as an apprentice for Mada, the boss of Chaoyue Fitness, when he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he also worked as a coach for several years.

After Chaoyue grew bigger and opened more than a dozen branches, Sun Yang became the manager of the Joy City store and was considered Mada's confidant.

Fang Yu sighed, put on his clothes, and went to Sun Yang's office: "Brother Sun, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Fang, look, it's like this, Sister Zhou, which Sister Zhou? It's your student who just bought 30,000 lessons last week. Do you remember?"

Sun Yang had a pleasant expression on his face. "Ms. Zhou told me today that she wants you to go to her house and give her lessons one day a week. One lesson will count as three lessons. What do you think?"

Fang Yu rolled his eyes: "Brother Sun, I won't go out on stage."

Sun Yang's face tensed and he scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Chaoyue is a formal fitness organization, what do you take us for?"

Then, he changed his tone to one that was earnest and earnest.

"Xiao Fang, Sister Zhou said that the child at home is young and needs to be taken care of."

"You don't have classes every Wednesday afternoon, so why don't you go there on Wednesday afternoon? This way, it won't take up your part-time job on Saturdays and Sundays. Is that okay with you?"

The child at home is young? Her son is already a junior in college, one year older than me, how can he be young?
So small is considered small?
Fang Yu scratched his ear with his little finger, looking dazed.

You little brat, if it weren't for your good monthly performance, I would have beaten you to death long ago.

Seeing Fang Yu indifferent, Sun Yang cursed in his heart but spoke sincerely on his face.

"Xiao Fang, I am optimistic about you."

"Look, we have so many coaches. You said you only have classes from 7 to 9 pm. OK, I agreed to that before, right?"

"You said you have exams every June and December, and they're only held on Saturdays and Sundays. I agreed to that, right? Other coaches don't have this treatment, right?"

"Even if you do the store a favor, several of our students were introduced by Sister Zhou, and they can contribute tens of thousands of dollars to your sales every month. You should think about it carefully."

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Brother Sun, don't think about it, I definitely won't go."

"I make tens of thousands of dollars in sales every month, but I only get 30% of it. Other full-time coaches get 40%. Why don't you say anything?"

Sun Yang was furious when he heard this.

Other coaches sold classes, and 10 out of 7 classes were “dead classes”. The store only needed to give the coaches a one-time commission and the tuition fees for those three classes.

Fang Yu was different. Among his students, not even two classes out of ten were dead classes.

Nominally, it's 10% less than other coaches, but in reality, he gets a lot more.

The more the coach gets, the less the gym gets.

The so-called dead classes mean that students pay the money and buy the courses, but do not come to class. They fish for three days and dry the net for two days, and never come to the next class until the deadline.

Gyms love these types of students the most because they make money from them.

But for private trainers, such students are useless.

You don’t have to pay the instructor for fixed classes.

The gym makes pure profit for the part where the money is paid but not attended. Apart from a one-time bonus when signing the contract, the gym does not pay a single cent for the lessons.

Sun Yang tried to persuade Fang Yu again and again with all his heart, but seeing that Fang Yu remained unmoved, and looking at Fang Yu's nonchalant expression, his suppressed anger suddenly rose up.

Sun Yang slammed the table and yelled, "Fang Yu! Why the hell are you pretending to be so noble!?"

"You think you're great just because you're a college student! Who hasn't been to college?!" "You've never been a prostitute? Don't think I don't know. You just think Sister Zhou is too old. You flirted with that bitch Wang Xiaoya, and you thought no one could see it!?"

Fang Yu had been leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed. When he heard what Sun Yang said, his face darkened and he crossed his arms: "Mr. Sun, listen to me carefully. You said I can do it, but don't say anything about my students."

"There's nothing wrong between me and Sister Xiaoya. You're ruining her reputation. Aren't you afraid that someone will smash your store?"

"If you like pimping so much, why don't you sell it yourself?"

Sun Yang didn't expect Fang Yu, who had been smiling all the time, to suddenly turn hostile. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Who are you talking to, you little brat!?"

"If you don't go, get the hell out of here, and don't even think about getting a penny of this month's commission! What, do you still want to hit me?"

After saying that, Sun Yang glanced at Fang Yu's bulging deltoid muscles with a little fear.

Sun Yang used to be a coach and had a pretty good body, but after being a store manager for so long, the little skeletal muscles in his body had been sucked away by various female demons.

If Fang Yu really took action, he would probably be beaten down by another person.

Fang Yu leaned back in his chair and raised his chin.

"Sun Yang, you really are the wooden fish in the temple - born to be beaten."

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

"Last month, my sales totaled 60 yuan. I taught classes. The class fee plus bonus totaled yuan. If you don't give it to me, don't regret it."

Sun Yang crossed his legs and sneered, "Regret? Little brat, let me teach you a lesson, it's useless to say harsh words, you know, if you don't want to do it, get out!"

Fang Yu laughed: "Okay, I don't want this money, you can keep it."

After saying that, Fang Yu threw his sports backpack over his shoulder, stood up and left.

Sun Yang was stunned. He didn't expect Fang Yu to give up such a large bonus so easily. But then he thought, he was just a young man under 20 years old. He was probably scared by himself.

Seeing Fang Yu walk to the door and turn around, Sun Yang sneered: "Regret it? Little brat, let me tell you, it's too late to regret it."

Fang Yu had a strange smile on her face: "Can you operate a sewing machine?"

Sun Yang was confused: "What sewing machine?"

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't know how to do it, practice it quickly. It will be useful in the future."

While Sun Yang was still wondering what this guy meant, Fang Yu had already pushed the door open and walked out.

A lot of people had gathered outside the door. In addition to the coach, there were also many students who were looking inside curiously.

"Stop looking, stop looking, hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave." Some smart coaches saw Sun Yang's expression and began to take the initiative to maintain order.

The crowd automatically made way for a passage, and several coaches who were familiar with Fang Yu winked at him, secretly gave him a thumbs-up, and clicked the "like" button.

Fang Yu grinned, stretched out his long legs and left the gym.

"Fang Yu! Fang Yu! Wait for me!" As soon as Fang Yu walked out of the back door of Joy City, he heard a familiar voice calling him.

Fang Yu sighed helplessly and turned around, only to see a tall girl with a ponytail running and waving. Her tight training suit outlined her youthful lines, and the ponytail behind her head formed a figure eight.

"Fang Yu, are you quitting? Why?" The girl's eyes were sparkling like an innocent little deer.

Fang Yu said helplessly: "I had a falling out with that grandson of Sun Yang, what else could it be? Cheng Yuxin, you'd better stay away from me, otherwise it will be difficult for you to survive in the store in the future."

"I'm not afraid!" Cheng Yuxin shook her ponytail and said stubbornly, "If you don't do it, I won't do it either." After that, she reached out to pull Fang Yu's arm.

Fang Yu took two steps back in fright, raised his hands and kept his distance.

"Don't do that. I'm different from you. I'm just a part-timer. I can stop working if I don't want to. But you guys still have to rely on this to make a living. Our mountains and rivers will remain unchanged. We'll see each other again if we're lucky."

"Fang Yu!" Seeing Fang Yu's aloof look, the girl's eyes turned red. "Do you like Liu Xinyan?"

Fang Yu sighed: "Cheng Yuxin, this is not the problem. We are not suitable for each other."

Cheng Yuxin pursed her lips, her expression stubborn: "What's wrong with it? How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried it?"

Ouch? I can't tell. Are you driving? You should be driving, right? Fang Yu looked at Xiao Cheng with new eyes.

Cheng Yuxin used to be a professional synchronized swimmer. She just graduated from the Sports Rehabilitation Department of the Institute of Physical Education this year. Before graduation, she worked as a coach at Chaoyue for half a year.

Fang Yu came more than three months earlier than her and helped her with a few small favors.

Ever since Fang Yu helped her solve the entanglement with a thirty-something working-class man who ran a small loan company, the girl seemed to have set her sights on Fang Yu.

Almost everyone in the Chaoyue Joy City store knows that Cheng Yuxin is pursuing Fang Yu.

As for Fang Yu, he really had no interest in Cheng Yuxin.

"Uh... maybe it's because you're too young?" Fang Yu pondered for a moment.

Cheng Yuxin's eyes widened, "You are two years younger than me!"

Looking at where Fang Yu's eyes were directed, Cheng Yuxin suddenly realized what was going on. She stomped on Fang Yu's cheeks and said, "You rascal! Bastard!"

Fang Yu grimaced in pain: "Cheng Yuxin, that's enough, I have to go back to the dormitory. Look at you, you are so violent, we are really not suitable."

While Cheng Yuxin was feeling ashamed and angry, Fang Yu quickly ran away.

"Where is it small?" Looking at Fang Yu's running back, Cheng Yuxin blushed and weighed it. Is it at the normal level?

After turning two corners, Fang Yu looked back and found that Cheng Yuxin had indeed not caught up with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and jogged into the subway station.

(End of this chapter)