Luck in the heavens starts from the Red Mansion

A ball kept bouncing and falling above the head, shoulders, chest and back, and then was kicked out hard.

The ball accurately flew through the hole high in the middle and was caught by Jin Rong on the opposite side.

I saw this guy standing on his head with his hands on the ground, catching the flying ball with one kick, and passing it to his companions.

His partner shouldered it and passed the ball to another partner.

Another companion jumped into the air, twisted his waist and swung his legs to sweep the ball away.

In this way, passing through the high holes is like juggling, and the ball never hits the ground from beginning to end.

It’s really beautiful!

Every player is a juggler who can use every part of his body to perform various difficult tricks in an endless stream.

As long as the ball can be lifted up, no matter what method is used, the whole body becomes active.

Hang the golden hook upside down, sweep the legs in the air, the scorpion swings its tail, the spine dragon turns over...

There is nothing unimaginable and nothing impossible.

Although it lacks intense body collision, the exercise effect for the whole body is not bad at all.

Especially in terms of physical flexibility, agility, balance and explosive power, the requirements are not low.

Jia Huan is definitely the most outstanding performer on the Cuju court!

He can be seen everywhere, with his feet flying in a chain, and his body constantly leaping into the air. Sometimes his whole body is twisting like a centipede, sometimes like a dragon wagging its tail.

But after a while, I was sweating profusely and steaming, and all my muscles and bones were exercised.

If you observe carefully, his breathing rhythm is not disordered, it is as smooth and smooth as ever.

The rest of the students couldn't do it. Even Brother Cong, who had started basic martial arts training, could only persist in the tea kung fu and had to step aside and take the initiative to rest for a while.

Jia Huan is keenly aware that playing Cuju has a very strong physical training effect.

Just like modern sepak takraw matches, when watching, you will always be amazed by the physical fitness of the players and their various tricks.

What surprised him the most was the progress bar of Goldfinger's breathing column. It had reached 0.5%. After such a long time of pondering and research, there was still a lot of results.

At this time, not only did he grow taller, he was comparable to the height of an ordinary nine to ten year old boy.

Physical strength, agility, speed, etc. have all been greatly improved!

The overall physical fitness is no worse than that of an ordinary eleven or twelve year old boy!

Unfortunately, the place on the Ethnic Studies side is still too small. We barely built a Cuju court, but there is no other large free space to use.

Otherwise, he really wants to build a martial arts training ground with commonly used weapons and stone locks and wooden stakes for training.

Again, there are too few ethnic studies students who are motivated and willing to take the initiative to learn.

More importantly, he has no interest in serious study, but is very enthusiastic about all kinds of fun.

Jia Qiang, who is fifteen years old, will participate in the afternoon Cuju competition whenever he has time. According to him, it is to exercise his body, and he is very happy.

Brother Cong, who received special care and spent more than a year recuperating and exercising, has now grown a lot taller and has a much thicker body. You can tell at a glance that he is a powerful guy.

When you are ten years old, you can think of ways to start learning more advanced martial arts and tactics.

Here, Jia Huan and his classmates Yi Qian were sweating profusely on the Cuju court. Suddenly someone shouted from the side: "Master Huan Sanye, Sanye Huan, look here, look over here!"

Jia Huan took advantage of the opportunity and glanced at him casually. He turned out to be the errand boy beside Mr. Zheng.

Not daring to neglect, he waved to the students to play by themselves. He immediately came down and curiously asked: "What brought you here? This is your first time to come back to the clan, so why not learn here!"

"Mr. Huan San, I've invited you, let's go there quickly!"

The boy who came to call for someone didn't say any nonsense and just urged him.

Jia Huan didn't delay, changed his clothes in a hurry and went out.

"Master, is there anything important?"

After leaving the clan school, Jia Huan stuffed a handful of copper coins into the boy who called him. He must have had twenty or thirty coins.

The other party also knew that Jia Huan was an out-and-out pauper, at least on the surface. Naturally, he would not mind being given less, and said softly: "It seems to be the matter of the Xue family!"

Uncle Xue family?

Oh, it’s Xue Pan, the stupid overlord.

Jia Huan knew that the second master Zheng asked him to come over to talk. It was probably because Xue Pan went to the clan to study.

In the past, Mr. Zheng would not have asked Jia Huan to come over. He would have just sent someone to talk to Jia Dairu.

But things are different now. Mr. Zheng Er knows the situation of ethnic studies very well and knows the importance of Jia Huan.

Of course, I guess I am worried about Xue Pan, so I need to give him some advice.

As expected, when Jia Huan returned home and came to the big study room to report, what the second master Zheng told him was that Xue Pan went to the clan to study and he wanted Jia Huan to 'take good care of' him.

Jia Huan agreed directly without saying any nonsense.

Xue Pan didn't go to the clan school to study, but Aunt Xue wanted to restrict him to study in the Jia family. Who knew that Xue Pan didn't follow common sense and smashed the clan study into a brothel with money? .

We can’t blame the ethnic studies students for their lack of determination, as adults can’t stand it either!

You know, Jin Rong in the original novel Red Mansions earned almost a hundred taels of silver a year just by running errands and saying good things to Xue Pan.

Looking at the entire capital, a family with an income of one hundred taels a year is definitely a top-notch well-off family.

If on the street, some people are even willing to die for money, it is not an exaggeration at all!

In Ethnic Studies, except for a few students whose families are not short of money, the rest of the students' families are considered wealthy and can easily be taken over by Xue Pan's sugar-coated bullets.

Of course, that's unlikely right now.

No, Xue Pan came to the family study with great interest the next day.

Then, a group of primary school students swarmed up and surrounded the guy.

"You guys, what do you want to do?"

Xue Pan was startled. This was different from the life he had imagined in the Jia clan.

"Are you Xue Pan?"

Jin Rong looked this guy up and down and chuckled: "I heard you are very popular in Jinling!"

"Of course, I have a nickname called 'Jinling Little Overlord'!"

Xue Pan sneered: "In Jinling, I can walk sideways!"

"So arrogant?"

Jin Rong chuckled and said, "That means you are good at fighting?"

Changing the conversation, he leisurely said: "Just in time, the students of ethnic studies want to see something, so don't hold back, we have all seen the big world!"

With that said, he yelled and punched the tall but fat Xue Pan.

"Don't fight, don't fight. Ouch, ouch, I admit defeat, I admit defeat, don't fight!"

Xue Pan was knocked to the ground and shouted for mercy.