After The School Belle Emperor Bing Was Lost, There Was A Sixth Child Picking His Teeth.

As a martial artist who specializes in boxing.

Lu Nan is quite proficient in this kind of boxing martial arts, among which Fuhu Fist is the best.

So.

He has an extremely deep understanding of this boxing technique.

Now after hearing Chu Mo's words, he couldn't help but taste it carefully.

Action twenty-seven.

It is an attack move similar to retracting the arm and then adding a jab.

If you slightly change it according to the other party's wishes and simplify the movements...

It seems like it can really increase punch speed! Improve explosive power! !

Holy shit!

How come I didn't notice this before?

"There are still thirty-two actions..."

Without paying attention to the reaction of others, Chu Mo continued, "Although your punch movements are accurate, they lack variety. You can try to add some flexible punch combinations to increase the diversity of attacks and unexpected effects."

"in addition..."

"The last suggestion is about your defensive actions. Although your attack power is very strong, you are still lacking in defense. For example, in the thirty-ninth action, you can strengthen your dodge and blocking skills to improve your defense. ability to respond to the opponent’s different attacks.”

Chu Mo said hi all of a sudden.

Originally, we agreed to only two points of optimization, but ended up saying four or five points in a row.

Lu Nan's hands in front of him had already been put down, and he was currently holding a small notebook.

Whenever Chu Mo throws a point, he bites the pen holder as if thinking, then nods suddenly in realization, and finally records it.

The level of concentration is like that of a student who listens carefully to the class.

"..."

Many students nearby had already fallen silent when they saw their curator's appearance.

Everyone's mouths opened wide, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Zhou Wenwen on the side looked at Chu Mo with beautiful eyes. How could she not see at this moment that this handsome little brother was really here to apply for a coach!

And the level of professionalism makes even Director Lu admire him?

"That's all for now."

Chu Mo cleared his throat, turned to Zhou Wenwen with a smile, "Is there any water?"

The sudden eye contact caught Zhou Wenwen off guard.

She subconsciously tightened her legs, and her eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

"Huh? Water? There is...some!"

After saying that, Zhou Wenwen immediately ran to the drinking fountain in the distance.

...

"Gulu gulu."

After drinking a few gulps of water, my throat was moistened and rejuvenated.

At this time, Lu Nan finally wrote down all the details mentioned by Chu Mo.

"This...Mr."

He originally wanted to call "this classmate", but when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed it to "Mr."

No matter how.

Chu Mo's professionalism and knowledge base are worthy of my respect.

Lu Nan looked a little unnatural and said, "I was wrong before. Your suggestions are indeed very effective. After I put these items in one by one, I found that my Fuhu Fist has indeed been significantly improved."

"but..."

"If you want to become a martial arts coach, this alone won't do it unless..."

Chu Mo answered, "Unless you practice it yourself, right?"

Lu Nan nodded awkwardly, "This is a rule, I hope you can understand."

After all, I am here to apply for a coach.

How can there be a coach in this world who only relies on words?

Being able to see the lack of other people's martial arts does not mean that he has the ability to teach students.

Only your own strength is the best proof.

Chu Mo knew the truth and was not angry. No matter what industry, interviews were required, and martial arts coaches were no exception.

"It's okay, then I'll show it again."

Say it.

He put down the water glass and walked to the warm yellow floor mat in front of him.

Then he faced everyone so that everyone could see his movements clearly.

"..."

Whether it was Lu Nan, Zhou Wenwen, or the surrounding students, they all looked at Chu Mo attentively.

They all want to see it.

How far can this high school student in school uniform practice Fuhu Fist!

"drink!"

Just then, Chu Mo moved.

He let out a low shout, and then suddenly punched his fist. The fast and powerful fist grazed the air, causing a burst of air.

A set of boxing techniques can be executed smoothly.

While full of explosive power, it is also extremely beautiful!

Zhou Wenwen, who was the closest, could even feel the impact of the strong wind blowing across her cheeks.

It was as if the whole house was shaking along with it.

"What a powerful force!"

"so amazing..."

The shock in their minds limited the trainees' thoughts, and they could only subconsciously utter very concise sounds of admiration.

It's obviously such an understatement, but you can see the hidden killing move in every move!

If they didn't all know that the other party was using the Fuhu Fist, they would even suspect that a certain master was teaching him a special skill that would defeat the enemy!

"call!"

After a while, Chu Mo finished the last move and looked at Lu Nan with a smile, "How was it?"

"Gulu..."

The latter swallowed deeply, and then opened his mouth in disbelief, "You are actually... at the micro level?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent scene exploded instantly.

"What? Entering the micro level? You are so fake!"

"Holy crap! Isn't he just in high school? How did he practice?"

"A student from No. 1 Middle School... has entered the low-level Fuhu Fist... Damn it! Is he the great master who eats books?"

"He is the best. There is no one else but that brother who can practice micro-level martial arts at this age!"

"hiss..."

Chu Mo ignored the commotion around him, "Yes, can we talk about the application now?"

"Ok, Ok!"

Lu Nan nodded repeatedly, looking at Chu Mo's eyes as if he were looking at a ton of ownerless gold.

...

In this situation where you and I are willing.

The application process went surprisingly quickly.

ten minutes later.

Chu Mo has one more identity - the martial arts coach of Fenglei Martial Arts School!

Of course, part-time.

It only lasts until the last day before the martial arts exam.

Working hours are from 5 pm to 7 pm every day, and the daily salary is 10,000.

This condition can be said to far exceed the original recruitment budget.

But despite this, Lu Nan's smile never stopped.

In his opinion, Chu Mo is completely worth the price!

Lu Nan was extremely polite to Chu Mo. Not only did he take the initiative to advance three days' salary, but also paid 30,000 yuan to Chu Mo's card on the spot, without signing a contract.

Even after negotiating a good salary, he invited the other party to his home for dinner.

"No."

Chu Mo looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost six o'clock, and there was a little sister waiting for him at home.

"I have something to do later, so I won't disturb Brother Lu."

"Fine..."

Lu Nan was slightly disappointed, "Come to my house when you have time. Your sister-in-law is very good at cooking."

Now they are colleagues in the same martial arts school, and their relationship is that of brothers.

"Okay~"

After chatting for a few more words, Chu Mo stood up and left.

"Eh..."

Looking at the other person's retreating figure, Lu Nan was filled with emotion.

At the age of only 18, he was able to master Fuhu Fist to a very fine level. He was an unheard of genius!

It is an honor for such a person to serve in his own small martial arts gym!

Even if you lose money in the end, if you can get to know such a genius, in the long run, you will still be the beneficiary...