I can go back to the mysterious age

"It's easy. Just learn a few tricks from the masters outside the school. As long as you are willing to pay, the results will be quick." Milo said.

"Hongta Street?"

"right."

"Are you familiar with it there? I've never been to Hongta Street."

"I'm familiar with you when you treat me to dinner."

"You kid." Phil laughed and scolded Milo.

"Stop talking and listen carefully!" The teacher in the stands was still writing on the blackboard and said without looking back.

"Ahem." The two raised their heads and pretended to listen to the lecture.

Phil made an OK gesture behind the textbook.

Milo on the left gave back a thumbs up.

Jingle bells, the school bell echoes throughout the campus.

Suddenly, students wearing various clothes poured out of the teaching building. Of course Edelweiss Middle School has its own uniforms, and the styles are quite beautiful. However, the school does not have a strict rule that uniforms must be worn on campus, so everyone just takes it as they want.

"Phil, are you going to have a barbecue? Oh, Milo, are you there too? Let's have a barbecue together. There are seven or eight of us here."

Not far away, a red-haired boy carrying a black backpack waved. There were some other classmates in the same class next to them, three boys and four girls. One of the beautiful girls named Yuffie is the class beauty.

She wore a lake blue dress that highlighted her slender waist. The exposed fair skin on her face and arms was as delicate as cream. The long black hair is tied into a braid and placed on one side, giving the overall look a pure and elegant look.

The breeze blew, and she pushed her hair behind her ears from time to time.

Yuffie is indeed very attractive to boys of this age group, and the boys passing by her glance vaguely towards her from time to time.

"How's it going? Are you going?" The red-haired boy waved his hand.

"Forget it, Milo and I still have something to do. We'll make an appointment next time, we'll make an appointment next time." Phil pushed Milo's shoulder and left.

After passing the tree-lined avenue and bypassing the circular flower garden, the two of them walked out of the school gate. Milo couldn't help but say at this time.

"Phil, why don't we allow them to have a barbecue together? It's hard to see Yuffie coming out to play together." Milo smoothed his hair and looked back at the avenue behind.

In the distance there was a small group of seven or eight people talking and laughing.

"Yuffie? She's not Senior Tifa, what's so surprising?" Phil changed his black shoulder bag from the left to the right.

"But Euphie is much prettier than Difa-senpai..."

"Yes, but I never said that I like Senior Sister Tifa because she is beautiful..." Phil took a step forward with his shoulder bag: "Oh, I can't explain it to you anyway, let's go." ”

The two of them first had dinner nearby, and then walked towards Hongta Street. Phil and Milo are both freshman students at Edelweiss Middle School. They are 16 this year. One has joined the school's fighting club and the other has joined the school's fencing club.

Milo's family is not rich, but they are not poor either. Phil's family runs a company and has businesses in several surrounding cities. Therefore, in fact, Phil usually pays for meals with his pocket money, and wherever the two of them go to play, Phil pays for it.

"finally reached."

Phil drank the cold drink in his hand in one gulp and threw it into the trash can.

He glanced ahead.

The red and yellow sunlight in the afternoon shines on the stone road, and there are some faint reflections in your eyes when you look slantingly. The roadside is covered with a layer of golden-red lawn, and there are a few people hanging colorful flags on the trees. It seems that there has been some activity recently.

Milofel and the two walked along the side of the sidewalk toward the depths of Hongta Street. There were also sparse pedestrians walking back and forth beside them. After passing through an arch, the buildings in front begin to become more dense, and occasionally you can see the signs of XX Martial Arts Gym XX Dojo.

Finally, Milo stopped at a corner.

Phil raised his head and glanced at the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall. There are two promotional pictures posted on the wall next to it. One is a very exaggerated artistic bold word "Fight!", and next to it is a simple and clear large fist, which seems to have an explosion effect around it.

Below are some admission notices, fees, etc.

"Is this martial arts gym different from others?"

Phil couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, I only found out about it two or three days ago. This Gray Seal Martial Arts School recruited a new and powerful coach ten days ago, who is very real. Moreover, he also provides what I told you. This service: teaches you fighting skills that can be effective in a short time, but it is said to be very useful.”

Milo took a sip of the drink in his hand and then said.

"Yesterday I came here to hang out with Cina from the fencing club, and I saw him knocking off Coach Kosia in three moves during the sparring match."

"Coach Kesiah!" Phil was a little surprised. Because Kecia is one of the three fighting coaches officially hired by the Edelweiss Middle School Fighting Club, and he is definitely a real person. Coach Coscia likes to go to nearby martial arts gyms to have practical discussions with other coaches in his spare time. There is rarely a defeat and at most a draw.

I didn’t expect that I suffered a loss here yesterday.

"Let's go in and take a look." Milo led Phil directly into the door. There was only one receptionist sitting quietly in the hall.

There was also a gray-white Shirakawa City Evening News in his hand.

"Hello, do you want to practice martial arts? Or are you looking for a coach?"

The top edge of the newspaper moved down, revealing a slightly wrinkled old man's face. His hair is bald in the middle, but the left and right sides are exaggeratedly spread out, like a pair of gray bat wings.

"Ah, let's take a look, take a look first." Milo said.

The two left the hall and walked inside along the stone road.

In the front is a public exercise area, and in the back is a gym that requires payment. In the public area, many men and women wearing tight workout clothes were sweating profusely. Either punching the sandbag continuously, squatting deeply, or using equipment.

Both men and women here seem to have strong bodies and obvious muscle lines. There is probably a white towel hanging around the neck.

The atmosphere here is much better than that of the school's fighting club.

Continuing forward, the two came to a playground. There was a circle of people around, pointing quietly towards the playground.

"Coach Kesiah." Milo said with sharp eyes and a quick mouth.

Phil also looked up in surprise.

On the playground, two figures were confronting each other. The short-haired burly man on the left is the coach of the fighting club, Kosia, and the right is a tall young man with black hair, wearing a beige fighting uniform.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two fighting parties was solemn, and they were constantly changing their positions to adjust their status. Kesiah's eyes were cautious. He took a deep breath and tightened his leg muscles.

Coach Coscia is on!

A fierce straight punch hit him!

one move! Two moves! Three moves!

Coach Coscia lost!

"Awesome! Have you specifically learned fighting skills?" Kesia said with a slight tremor on his face, covering his shoulders to endure the stinging pain.

"That's right." The black-haired young man raised his hands and cupped his fists.

"Oh, no wonder."

Kesiah also clasped his fists and sighed.

"That's awesome! Milo, is this the coach? What's his name?" Phil excitedly patted his companion on the shoulder.

"Levi, his name is Levi."