Dad, Please Try a Little Harder Chapter 106

  Chapter 106 Igarashi Yugiri: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

  After Wang Zhenren and Zhang Xianger left, Qian Quan planned his words and told his parents, Aunt Ding Shuye and Ding Linlang that he had recovered from his injuries.

   "Thanks to the medicinal wine and supplements that everyone sent, the effect is very good. After using it for a while, the stuffy feeling in the chest is gone, and the cough is gone."

  Anyway, everyone doesn't know what kind of injury he suffered at the time and how severe the injury was. It is reasonable and reasonable to recover after such a long time.

   Sure enough, after seeing it, my mother said, "It's been so long. Will you still fight with others in the future?"

  Qian Quan didn't say anything to make his mother worry, and replied: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take care of myself."

  It is natural for mother to worry, but now I am doing something and not doing it.

  Saturday night.

  Qian Quan still went to Vientiane Square for basketball lessons.

   By the way, Huang Lingyan went to get familiar with the whole picture of the industry in which he participated in the investment.

  In addition to the gym and basketball training room, there are Pilates halls, yoga halls, and light fasting and weight loss halls.

  To his surprise, in the Pilates gym, he met a beautiful woman whose name he had heard of before—

  Huang Xiaoxiao.

  She is a Pilates instructor.

   I don't know if she is the “one of the four beauties” mentioned in Funing No. 1 text message, but what is certain is that she is indeed beautiful, as evidenced by poems:

  The ice muscle hides the jade bone, and the tight clothes enlarge the breast. The willow eyebrows are emerald green, and the almond eyes are silver stars.

  In layman's terms, she has a slightly fat and well-proportioned body, plump breasts, round face with long hair, and cherry red lips and almond eyes.

   It looks a bit like a combination of Zhao Liying and Lin Yichen.

  Giving a kind of friendly beauty, combined with her plump and fit, skinny and sensual figure and proud talent, it can be described as full of lethality.

   There are many female students with outstanding figure and appearance in the Pilates hall, but no one can conceal her demeanor.

  Huang Lingyan made an introduction for them.

   "Hello, Coach Huang." Qian Quan greeted politely.

   "Hello, Mr. Qian, just call me Xiaoxiao." Huang Xiaoxiao smiled amiably, without any affectation.

   After watching all the project venues, Huang Lingyan said: "There is one venue left, and we are going to hold another martial arts training class."

  Qian Quan said with a smile: "Yes, if there is someone who wants to learn Wing Chun, I can add another class on Saturday."

   After all, you are a shareholder, so you still need to have a sense of ownership.

   "No problem," Huang Lingyan also smiled, "Bai Yu is coming to be a teacher too."

   "Yes, she is more than enough to teach Xingyi gossip."

  Huang Lingyan nodded with a smile, and said: "I remember that in the college entrance examination, there were many specialties that came from extra points. Now it seems that they will be gradually cancelled, and related training classes have also begun to be affected."

   "I also saw the news, saying that the extra points program for art specialty students will be cancelled."

   "That's good, it's more fair. Otherwise, candidates from rural areas like us wouldn't know what artistic specialties will add points. This kind of information gap is itself unfair."

  Qian Quan nodded with a smile.

  Actually, those special students can still take the special recruitment path of colleges and universities to get admission notices with slightly lower scores.

   "By the way, there is one more thing. Bai Yu's master comes back from the capital tomorrow and wants to meet you. Are you free?" Huang Lingyan asked.

  Qian Quan knew that Gong Xuanzhu had an official background, and this time he went to the capital for a meeting, most of which was to discuss the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition, so he immediately agreed: "I'm free."

  Backing to school from Vientiane Square, Qian Quan took the time to write a chapter of the novel, and the editor informed that the novel would be the first recommendation tomorrow.

   Now he finally realized Ding Linlang's feeling of writing a daily serial, and he couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart. She was able to persist in coding every day under such a busy academic situation in high school, and finally got admitted to Fudan University, which is really amazing.

  However, in her own opinion, it may be just a routine operation, and excellence is also a habit.

  It's like their class. Those who have been admitted to famous universities seem to be punctual in class and get out of class. They are used to keeping track of time and rarely stay up late to study hard.

  If it wasn't for Qian Quan's familiarity with Ding Linlang, he would have suspected that those top students were hiding under the covers every day.

  Until I heard a chat between the head teacher and the geography teacher that those top universities cannot be admitted by hard work alone. There are IQ screening factors, but ordinary 985, 211 and key undergraduates still have a chance.

  Qian Quan realized that he was in the ranks of "putting it all together".

  Right now, the pressure that Ding Linlang was under at the beginning came to him.

  He originally wanted to use the year and a half of recuperating to code words. Who knew that his father was so mighty, taking him off so long in advance, and many plans that had been put on hold had to be put on the agenda again.

  And once the serialization of the new book starts, it cannot be paused at will.

  So, then only multi-line operation can be done.

  Sunday.

  Qian Quan came to Zhao's villa to meet Gong Xuanzhu as agreed.

  When the other party saw him, he immediately cared about his injury, and obviously came prepared.

   "It's almost recovered." Qian Quan didn't need to hide it.

Gong Xuanzhu was stunned when he heard the words. He had already heard from Zhao Baiyu about the history and extent of Qian Quan's injury. Based on his experience, even with the most scientific way of recuperation, it would take at least a year for such an injury. It takes a lot of time to recover, how could it be so fast?

   "You mean, is your injury already healed?" Zhao Baiyu on the side showed the same surprised expression as Zhang Xianger when he heard the news.

   "Well, thank you for the supplements you sent." Qian Quan tried his best to take it with him.

  Zhao Baiyu was still looking at Qian Quan in surprise and joy, in disbelief.

  Gong Xuanzhu said: "Then you are just recovering from a new injury, so you still won't be able to compete this time?"

   "I'll be there."

"I suggest not to be so anxious. This competition will not be held just once." Gong Xuanzhu said, "Although Japan is well prepared this time and wants to use this competition to make a fuss, our Chinese martial arts circle is not something they can do at will." Handy."

   "Well," Qian Quan nodded, thinking to himself, the officials have indeed noticed the obvious rhythm of public opinion on the Internet, "I will do what I can when the time comes."

Seeing Qian Quan's firm attitude, Gong Xuanzhu no longer forced himself, and said: "Originally, I prepared some healing methods to guide Qi and guide Qi, and I planned to discuss it with you in detail, but now it seems that it is unnecessary. You recovered so quickly this time. What method did you use?"

   "The real Wudang Wang taught me a set of breathing meditation, walking and sleeping methods, and I practice it every day, and the effect is amazing."

   "Are you talking about the hundred-year-old Taoist priest Wang Dashun in Wudang?" Gong Xuanzhu asked in surprise.

"Yes."

   "That's no wonder, that's no wonder," Gong Xuanzhu nodded suddenly, "I understand now."

  Zhao Chunjia's heart moved, and he asked, "Who is this real Wang?"

   "It is an old Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in Wudang, and he should have lived for more than 120 years.

   "I followed Master to visit him once when I was young, about fifty years ago, and he looked to be in his sixties or seventies at that time."

   "I see." Zhao Chunjia nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. He felt more and more that Qian Quan's connections were too wide and his way was too far.

   After dinner at Zhao's house, he discussed martial arts with Gong Xuanzhu and Zhao Baiyu before returning to school.

  On Monday, Qian Quan officially submitted the application.

   After the news was fermented on the domestic network, it also quickly spread to Japan, and reached the ears of Okochi Isao, president of the All Japan Kendo Federation.

   After Isao Okochi confirmed the news through his own channels, he immediately told his junior brother Igarashi Yugiri.

   Igarashi Yugiri reacted very directly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!

   "Either it's the same name, or China is playing a trick that can't get on the table, and it's putting smoke bombs on us!

   "It can be said that even if a bear takes my finger, it will lie down for three months!"

  (end of this chapter)

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