I practiced in the United States

Before leaving, Li Ang also fulfilled his cousin Liu Menglin's last little wish, which was to send her to school.

As expected, in the early morning of the campus, among the students and parents going to school, Li Ang and Katina, who drove the Maybach, still became the focus of the crowd.

At the same time, it also made a lot of people curious, what kind of family does this child come from?

Because of the confidence given by Li Ang, the little girl even got rid of the previous weak voice when greeting her classmates.

"Is this your family?"

Liu Menglin's roommate asked her in surprise, and turned her head to look at Li Ang.

"Yes, it's my brother."

Liu Menglin nodded, without deliberately emphasizing the identity of Li Ang's cousin.

"Why haven't I heard you say it before, and your brother is so handsome."

Even when talking to Liu Menglin, the roommate with double ponytails couldn't help but glance at the direction where Li Ang was standing.

When the school gate was full of winter school uniforms and parents' down jackets and coats, Li Ang was simply wearing a black jacket. He was over 185cm tall and had a good figure. Even without looking at his face, you could imagine that he was definitely a top handsome guy.

At this time, Li Ang and Katina were standing in front of the breakfast stall, each buying a bowl of fried rice noodles.

Having eaten too much so-called high-end cuisine and white food in the United States, Li Ang had been thinking about this for too long.

A considerable part of the reason for his return to China this time was because he missed the domestic delicacies.

He often ate this when he was in high school, and continued to eat it when he went to college. It was not until he went to work in a big city that he ate it less and less.

Liu Menglin was about to enter the school gate, but a classmate came to ask, and a classmate came to ask, so she simply stood at the door, eating the breakfast in her hand while chatting with them.

Unlike the female classmates who were all paying attention to Li Ang's appearance, the male classmates in Liu Menglin's class paid more attention to the scene of her getting off the Maybach.

"I would rather not eat for three years than save money to buy a Mercedes-Benz, Tietie."

Many boys' eyes were almost welded to it.

Although I occasionally meet him on the road in the city, it is the first time to be so close to the owner of the car.

But a boy who came on a bicycle was different. Instead, his attention was on Li Ang himself.

"No, Lao Gong, why do you always look at his brother? What? Do you want to find a husband for yourself?"

Just after looking at him for a few times, another classmate came over and teased him with his shoulder.

The classmate nicknamed "Old Gong" turned around and said unhappily:

"What? Are you jealous?"

Under the strange eyes of the classmates around him, he immediately moved his hand on the classmate's shoulder away in fear, "Brother, stop it."

Gong Guangjun's eyes continued to return to Li Ang, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"I just feel that he is very familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere, but I can't remember where exactly."

At this time, another girl next to him also came over and said:

"I just heard from Menglin that his brother came from the United States and came to China for the first time in the past two days. How could you have seen him?"

"America?"

Gong Guangjun turned around and frowned in thought.

"Fuck! I remember, he is that guy, that guy, a cyclist, this year's Tour de France champion, fuck!"

"No, buddy, don't stutter when you speak, luckily he is a Chinese American, if he was an American black guy, he would have to give you two hits."

Gong Guangjun quickly squeezed to Liu Menglin's side and asked anxiously:

"Well, what's your brother's name?"

"Li Ang, what's wrong?"

Liu Menglin answered confusedly.

She was like holding a press conference this morning, the bowl of hot dry noodles in her hand was almost cold for a long time and she hadn't finished it yet. She was busy answering classmates' questions.

"Fuck, it's true! Can you ask your brother to help me get an autograph?"

Gong Guangjun had a surprised expression on his face when he saw his idol. He looked even more crazy than the girls in the class.

"If you want an autograph, can you talk to your brother? I want a hug."

The roommate with the ponytails also came over and said the same thing as Gong Guangjun.

"Go, go, go, little green tea, don't think I don't know what you're up to. I just want a WeChat ID, isn't that too much?"

A plump female classmate next to him rolled her eyes at the ponytails and said.

Liu Menglin ignored the jokes and continued to ask Gong Guangjun in confusion:

"Why do you want his autograph? He's not a star? Oh, no, I remember, my brother seems to be a UFO professional player, do you like fighting too?"

"What the hell is UFO? That's UFC. You've made your brother have to fight aliens a few times."

A fat guy next to him who was chewing a hamburger interrupted.

The next second, he stopped eating the burger he was biting, "What the hell are you talking about? Is your brother a UFC professional player?"

Xiao Pang immediately dodged among several classmates to make sure he was covered, and then quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

While biting the burger, his hands kept typing Baidu on his mobile phone.

"Li Ang, UFC, damn it! Damn it! Damn it, your brother even set a record for the fastest KO of an opponent!"

Xiaopang's search results not only contained text descriptions, but also photos of Li Ang's posters and photos on the ring. It was easy to see that the man waiting anxiously in front of the fried noodles stall was exactly the man in the picture. One person.

Liu Menglin smiled proudly, "I told you and you still don't believe me."

The last time she got so many looks of envy and recognition was when she was admitted to this key high school.

Several girls also posted it, wanting to see Li Ang's photos on his phone.

After learning about Li Ang's identity as a UFC professional fighter, Li Ang undoubtedly continued to score points in their hearts. It didn't matter that he was tall and handsome, but he also fought fiercely. Who could bear this?

"Little Fatty, don't eat it yet. Search for this year's Tour de France championship. There are still surprises."

Gong Guangjun smiled all over his face, as if he also had a share of Li Ang's honor.

"ah?"

The little fat man had a burger in his mouth and looked at Gong Guangjun with wide eyes.

Although with his physique, it is unlikely that he would like the sport of cycling, but as a man who has been active on the forefront of the Internet all year round, he has naturally heard of the Tour de France.

And he also paid attention to the news about this year's competition. He couldn't help it, mainly because this year's championship was too abnormal. One person won almost all the awards, broke tons of records, became a god right from the start, and focused on an outrageous thing.

After Xiaopang quickly typed, a name popped up on the screen, [Li Ang].

"Crack!"

The half-burger in the fat man's mouth finally fell to the ground, but he ignored his heartache and just slowly uttered a few words, "Liu Menglin, your brother is invincible."

At this time, Li Ang finally waited for the fried rice noodles that he had been longing for. Although they were all made of simple raw materials and stir-fried over ordinary fire, the first bite of fried rice noodles just out of the pot and the gas that came with it were completely delicious. Make people faint.

Even Katina, after eating, stretched out her thumb and said two Chinese words: "Awesome!"

Li Ang couldn't help but laugh and asked:

"Where did you learn this Chinese language?"

"Well, what my classmate taught me seems to express a very good meaning in Chinese. What's wrong? Did I use it wrong?"

Li Ang: "That's no problem."

As the two were eating, they suddenly felt that the light around them suddenly dimmed.

Li Ang turned around and found a group of people standing darkly behind him.

"What do you want to eat?"

The boss at the stall stirred the spatula twice, looked at the large group of students who suddenly came over and asked, wondering what day it was today, it was almost time for self-study in the morning and so many people came all of a sudden.

"We're not going to eat, so we're going to come over and take a look."

Li Ang was also a little confused. I was just eating fried noodles. Why were there so many people watching?

A moment later, Li Ang held a large-scale fan meeting event in front of the fried noodle stall. All the autographs and photos were arranged. It was not until two minutes before morning self-study that the group of students scattered like a flock of frightened birds and headed towards He rushed inside the school.

What Li Ang didn't know was that just because he came to send his cousin to school today, until Liu Menglin graduated, she was always the unique focus of the class and was even elected to the position of monitor by her classmates.

The whole person became more and more cheerful and confident. In the end, he even surpassed his previous results and was admitted to a 985 university.

After breakfast here, Li Ang also gathered the company's employees and embarked on the road to Shaolin Temple.

In fact, not only Li Ang was looking forward to going to the Shaolin Temple, but also the foreign employees who followed him.

In early Chinese Kung Fu films, the Shaolin Temple’s appearance rate can be said to be quite high.

Shaolin Temple is not only the birthplace of Zen, but also one of the birthplaces of Chinese Kung Fu. It is known as the "ancestral palace of Zen and the Holy Land of Kung Fu" and is also known as "the most famous temple in the world".

In the past, it was not easy for ordinary people to enter the Shaolin Temple. Now, you have to buy a ticket.

Before Li Ang came, he had already contacted Nie Zhaofeng, a former Shaolin disciple at Tiansheng Martial Arts Hall. Originally, he just wanted him to give him the contact information of an acquaintance in the Shaolin Temple. However, Coach Nie Zhaofeng was obviously very progressive and very proactive. I want to return to the country in person and take Li Ang there.

After they climbed Mount Song, they agreed to meet at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

Because it is a working day today, there are not too many tourists on the mountain, but obviously there are quite a lot of people who have the ability to travel at any time throughout the year.

Although there are many foreigners coming here to play, it is still relatively rare for a team of ten people like Li Ang to bring a professional team.

Therefore, Nie Zhaofeng, who came early to wait, discovered Li Ang immediately.

"Chairman Li, we meet again. You have to let me be your host today."

Nie Zhaofeng came up to him from a distance, walked closer, bowed, shook hands with Li Ang and said.

"Master Nie came early enough, I have to trouble you this time."

Li Ang smiled, still a little uncomfortable with Nie Zhaofeng's enthusiasm.

"No matter what, I just arrived."

Nie Zhaofeng waved his hand and answered.

In fact, he had already gone up the mountain yesterday, and after having a small gathering with his former brothers, he had not come down from the mountain.

Today, when the first batch of tourists came over, he had already appeared here. He did not just stand there stupidly. While waiting for others, he also practiced his martial arts, and attracted many tourists to watch. .

"This way please."

Nie Zhaofeng knew Li Ang's purpose of coming, and he didn't hesitate at all and took the lead in leading the way.

The photographer brought by Li Ang followed behind and took pictures fiercely. Not only was he taking pictures of Li Ang, it was his first time in such a place, and all kinds of things were very attractive to him.

The purpose of coming here today was not to travel. Under the leadership of Nie Zhaofeng, Li Ang followed him alone into the inner courtyard of the Shaolin Temple, and the others let them move freely.

"Is this Mr. Li Ang? Welcome."

What greeted them was a lean monk wearing gray robes.

Although he said welcome, Li Ang could easily tell from the micro-expressions on his face that his attitude was not that of welcoming him.

This is quite normal. Although I am Chinese at heart, I am actually an American citizen now, and I still have a "delusion" that I can get the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", the most precious treasure of their Shaolin Temple. It is quite reasonable for people to be somewhat hostile to me.

"I wonder what the purpose of Donor Li is in wanting our Shaolin Temple's "Marrow Cleansing Sutra"?"

Yanfeng took a sip of tea and looked at Li Ang with a smile and asked.

Li Ang had nothing to hide from this point. He bluntly stated that he was also a martial arts practitioner and was very interested in various martial arts techniques. He had always heard about the name of Shaolin Temple's "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", so he also wanted to read it. After taking a look, I hope to get some inspiration for my own kung fu.

Yanfeng nodded noncommittally and continued to ask:

"I wonder what kind of kung fu Master Li has learned? You have to know that martial arts are more valuable than finesse. It is not good to learn more than a few things."

Li Ang smiled and said, "I know a little bit about Tongbei Quan, Twelve-way Tan Kou, Thirteen Taibao Hengqigong, Tai Chi, Golden Bell Cover, Tiebu Shi, and Yi Jin Jing."

Yanfeng had always had a smile on his face, but after hearing Li Ang talk about the skills he had practiced, the smile on his face became even brighter.

Nie Zhaofeng was also quite surprised. He knew that Chairman Li knew a lot of kung fu, but he really didn't expect that he would learn so many kung fu at the same time.

He has a deep understanding of what Li Ang said. At least the few kung fu skills he has seen Li Ang display with his own eyes are definitely at the master level.

"I think Donor Li should first master the things he has read before talking about anything else. Just take the Thirteen Taibao Heng Qigong and Yi Jin Jing that I know about. Which one of these is not necessary? To study for the rest of your life?”

When Yanfeng said this, it was obvious that he meant rejection.