I just want to play games quietly

Zhou Wen has been used to being pointed out and discussed in private recently, especially after the incident of Wang Mingyuan. This situation is very common. As long as he is recognized in the college, few people have to point out to him.

Of course, it's not all malicious. Most of them are just talking.

After Wei Feng came, the lively lecture hall was quiet. It seems that those students are still afraid of Wei Feng.

Zhou Wen looked at Wei Feng secretly, and saw that although he was not too tall, he was very powerful. His skeleton was relatively strong, and he had a lot of strength. Zhou Wen only saw him in those soldiers. Although the general tutor was strong, he didn't have that strength.

"Today we will talk about the application of Yin force in boxing." Wei Feng really likes to demonstrate himself in his lectures.

Zhou Wen saw that Wei Feng took out a transparent silk scarf, hung it on a rope, hit it with one fist, and directly punched the hanging silk scarf through a hole.

"Which one of you will have a try?" Wei Feng's eyes swept over the students.

Zhou Wen originally thought that most students would not be willing to do experiments when the tutor asked them to do so. In the past, he had been taught by other tutors, and only a few studious students would be willing to cooperate.

However, the students in the classroom enthusiastically raised their hands to sign up, one by one higher than the other, for fear that Wei Feng would not win them.

"What's going on? Is Wei Feng so popular? " Zhou Wen was a little surprised.

"The student who didn't raise his hand, please come up." Wei Feng glanced around, and finally he looked to Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen looked around and behind, and found that he was the only one who didn't raise his hand, while the other students looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Wen suddenly understood why other students raised their hands so enthusiastically. It was clear that they had already understood Wei Feng's character. The more they didn't want to go up to do experiments, the easier they were to be named by Wei Feng, so they were so active one by one.

"Don't look, it's you." Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen and said.

Zhou Wen had to stand up and walk towards the platform.

He had also heard some tutors' lectures before. It was the first time for him to have such a temper as Wei Feng.

When he called the roll in this way, there were so many students coming to his class. On the other hand, it also shows that Wei Feng's lecture is really good, otherwise no students would have come to his class long ago. After all, Wei Feng is not the only tutor who teaches boxing in the College.

"I haven't seen you before. Come to my class for the first time? What's your name? " Wei Feng asked Zhou Wen as he tied the new silk scarf to the rope.

"Zhou Wen." Zhou Wen replied.

Wei Feng didn't seem to have heard Zhou Wen's name. He just nodded slightly and said to Zhou Wen, "OK, you can punch. With the strength of your fist, if you can punch through the silk scarf, I can consider giving you ten credits."

Generally, credits are allocated by class tutors. For pure lecturers like Wei Feng, there are few credits that can be allocated, but not all of them. Occasionally, they can be used to reward students.

"Thank you, tutor." When Zhou Wen heard that he still had credits to take, he was in a good mood.

"Confidence is a good thing." Wei Feng said with a smile that he obviously didn't know Zhou Wen, otherwise he would not offer credit.

Besides practicing, Wei Feng usually reads some federal news and reports on the war situation ahead. He is not interested in the gossip of students and teachers, so he doesn't know anything about Zhou Wen. He knows about Wang Mingyuan, but he doesn't have a deep understanding.

In Wei Feng's opinion, even those legendary top students, if they don't have the strength of Yin, it's impossible to break the silk scarf with empty hands.

The silk scarf is tough and light. If you hit it with your fist, you can hardly bear any force. You don't have good Yin strength cultivation. No matter how strong your strength is, you can't wear it. It will only make the silk scarf swing.

Zhou Wen went to the silk scarf, raised his right hand, swung his wrist, and did some wrist activities.

When he used to practice Cunjin, he did the same practice. But at that time, he used paper, which was easier to break. The silk scarf, which was thin, light and tough, was more difficult than one or two grades.

Of course, today's Zhou Wen is not the same as before. After moving his wrist, he raised his fist and wanted to smash the silk scarf tied to the rope.

"Classmate, your posture is not right, your body is a little bit side, when you punch, don't punch straight, but swing sideways..." Wei Feng went forward to correct Zhou Wen's action.

When Zhou Wen saw that Wei Feng was so serious, it was hard for him to refuse. With his entanglement, he set up a standard posture.

This kind of posture really helps to exert force, but Zhou Wen has already exceeded that level. Even if he lies on the ground, he can still play strong enough Yin force.

"Well, now you can try boxing. Remember to use the strength of wrist and arm flexibly, relax the arm, and don't use too much muscle before Boxing..." Wei Feng instructed.

According to what he said, Zhou Wen threw out his fist. He saw that his fist hit the light, thin and almost no force on the silk scarf. He directly cracked the silk scarf and made a hole.

Wei Feng was stunned. He wondered in his heart: "is it because I taught so well today that this boy can learn it? No, even if I taught him well, he also fully understood that without a year and a half of practice, it is impossible to wear silk scarves. "

"Classmate, have you practiced Yin power before?" Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen and asked.

"In high school, I practiced Cunjin." Zhou Wen replied truthfully.

"No wonder." Wei Feng suddenly realized, said with a smile: "yes, give me your student number, ten credits, a lot of you."

"Tutor, can I exchange these ten credits for one request?" Zhou Wen took the opportunity to ask.

Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen with great interest and said, "tell me, what's your request?"

"I'd like to ask my tutor to be my companion and practice when you are free. Is that ok?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Yes, of course. I like you most. After my class, you can practice as long as you want." Wei Feng's eyes narrowed and the wrinkles on his smiling face ran out.

He is really happy that some students want to practice with him. This is Wei Feng's favorite program.

"I hope you can hold on a little longer, but don't want to run too fast." Wei Feng thought to himself that he was not afraid of Zhou Wen's enthusiasm for learning, but he was afraid that Zhou Wen would shrink back too soon.