MTL - Final Priesthood

 Chapter 1 Martial Arts Class

Lu Yuan was sitting on a black bench, holding a gray water bottle in his hand.

About twenty meters in front of him, there were more than thirty black boxing stakes almost as tall as a person on the ground covered with a thick layer of soft cushions.

There is a big Chinese character "source" printed on the boxing posts, and in front of each box stands a student wearing a blue martial arts uniform.

The students hit the boxing pile in front of them hard and made various cheering sounds in coordination with their mouths.

The crowds came and went, making the atmosphere on the field extremely lively.

Lu stared at the lively scene from afar, looking very quiet.

 Until the sound of "get out of class is over" brought him out of his trance.

 He stood up.

Take the initiative to meet a figure who is running through the crowd and running towards him quickly.

 “It’s a long way!”

The person who came to Lu Yuan was a young man of similar age to him with slightly dark skin.

Has a pair of very thick eyebrows, slightly curly hair, with wet locks sticking to her forehead, and her whole body exudes a kind of heat after strenuous exercise.

“How about it? Is the atmosphere in our martial arts school very good?”

The young man started to untie the bandage on his palm.

“Practicing martial arts can also be used for self-defense, and its uses are much greater than those badminton, swimming and other sports you mentioned before.”

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, handed over the water bottle in his hand, and said, "I have to go back and discuss it with my parents."

The young man saw Lu Yuan's intention and said quickly: "Don't worry, I'll call my uncle later and make sure he agrees to your coming here.

From now on, we can have company when we come to class together.

Looking at how skinny you are, you should learn some fighting skills to save yourself from being bullied. "

The young man touched Lu Yuan's shoulder lightly with his fist, then took the water bottle he handed over, unscrewed the cap and took a swig.

 After he drank most of the bottle of water in one go, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and continued: "And our martial arts school is holding activities. If you sign up for classes now, it will be much cheaper than usual."

"Um."

Lu Yuan hummed and did not answer.

The young man didn't say anything more. He just said "I'm going to take a shower. You can wait for me in the hall for a while" and hurried away.

Lu Yuan watched the boy go away, then picked up the backpack on the chair, turned around and walked towards the gate of the venue.

The boy's name is Cheng Peng, and his classmate and best friend is an enthusiast of deep fighting sports.

I heard that he recently wanted to sign up for an extracurricular interest class that could exercise and improve his physique, so he forcefully dragged him to the martial arts gym where he usually trained to "audit".

Persuading him earnestly, wishing he could sign up and join immediately.

We walked a long way to the entrance of the martial arts hall and stood on the steps.

 On top of his head is a huge signboard with ancient Chinese characters.

  Yuanwukan.

 There is an enrollment advertisement posted on the wall at the door.

 On it are simply written words such as "ancient martial arts", "strengthening", "fighting", "summer enrollment warm-up" and "special offer".

Lu Yuan stared at the price information marked on the advertisement for a long time, and finally chose to turn his head and stop looking at it.

 During this period, people kept passing by him.

 Men and women, everyone appears confident and flamboyant.

Compared with them, Lu, who was thin and frail, looked lifeless from a distance.

Lu Yuan looked at these people with some envy.

To be honest, he was still very moved by Cheng Peng's suggestion.

 The body after time travel is weak and thin, and lacks exercise for a long time.

　　The phrase "thin dog" is the most appropriate way to describe it.

 This is why he is eager to change.

 Practice martial arts and learn fighting skills at the same time, which seems to be a very good choice.

but.

 The high tuition fees made Lu Yuan hesitate.

“Given the current situation at home, there is a high probability that I will not be allowed to sign up for this martial arts class.

 The price is too much beyond parents’ psychological expectations.”

Lu Yuan thought silently in his heart.

 “Goodbye, coach.”

 Cheng Peng's voice came to his ears, attracting Lu Yuan to turn his head and look.

He saw Cheng Peng, who had changed his clothes after taking a shower, appeared at the door of the martial arts gym at some point.

Was waving goodbye to a man of medium build and in his thirties.

　　Seemingly noticing Lu Yuan's gaze, the man glanced in his direction casually.

Lu Yuan suddenly felt a tingling feeling in his heart when he met those eyes.

It was as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast, and the hairs on the back of his hands almost exploded.

 “Bang bang—bang bang—”

Lu Yuan felt his heart beating rapidly, and it was easy to suppress the throbbing.

Looking again, the man who gave him this unprecedented sense of oppression had turned around and entered the martial arts gym. “Who is this person?”

Lu Yuan kept his face calm and pretended to casually ask Cheng Peng who was walking in front of him.

"who?"

 Cheng Peng looked back along Lu Yuan's gaze, and soon showed a surprised expression.

“You said he is the coach of our martial arts school and a very powerful fighting master.

 You don’t know that our coach can punch the boxing pile used by students for training seven or eight meters away!

 It’s not an exaggeration at all, it was really knocked away with one punch, I saw it with my own eyes.

　That scene, tsk tsk”

 Cheng Peng's face unconsciously revealed a look of envy and admiration when he said this, and Lu Yuan was even more stunned when he heard it.

He had just seen the boxing pile used by Cheng Peng and the others for training. It must have weighed over a hundred kilograms.

　One punch can knock something weighing over a hundred kilograms away seven or eight meters?

How much punching power does this have to have?

 The boxing champions in previous lives may not be able to do it.

Although he didn't know how much Cheng Peng emphasized that "it's not an exaggeration", Lu Yuan could not help but feel a stronger impulse in his heart.

Then this impulse quickly turned into greater helplessness.

“Coach Qin is the direct disciple of the gym owner, that’s why he is so powerful.

 It is said that he has won prizes in provincial fighting competitions. "

“Hey, it would be great if one day I could be accepted by the museum owner as his personal descendant.

  No, even just becoming Coach Qin’s official disciple is enough.

Then why don’t I kill people indiscriminately in school? .”

 Cheng Peng was still chattering, but Lu Yuan had no intention of listening anymore.

Took off the backpack on his body and walked towards the bus stop in the distance.

"I'm home."

"Forehead"

 Cheng Peng's conversation stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he looked at Lu Yuan's back.

 “You won’t accompany me to surf the Internet? Didn’t we agree to get points together?”

 “Who told you, I want to go home and eat.”

 “Gan, dove to me again!”

 Cheng Peng raised his fist towards the back of Lu Lu.

 Ten minutes later, Lu Yuan was already sitting on a bus.

“There are six hundred and thirty-eight yuan in my mobile wallet.

 Including the class scholarship rewards for progress in the first two monthly tests, the total is less than 2,000 yuan.

 It’s too far apart”

Lu Yuan put down the phone in his hand and sighed softly.

His original idea was—

I told my parents to sign up for a general sports interest class. After I got the money, I secretly signed up for a martial arts class. I used my own small coffers to make up for the shortfall.

 But after a rough calculation, it was found that this idea was simply not feasible.

 The cheapest course package at Yuanwu Hall is more than twice the price of ordinary sports interest classes.

 The difference between the two is too big, that part is empty, and the little money he has saved is far from enough.

 Although he now has a strong curiosity about this field that he has never been exposed to in two lifetimes.

 But with the cruel reality in front of us, we can only choose to give up.

Lu Yuan has never considered asking his parents to pay all the money to enroll him in martial arts classes.

Grandpa recently suffered a cerebral infarction and needed a lot of money for surgery.

 The small shop at home encountered financial problems again.

 At this juncture, he really couldn't open his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that the unified examination required a sports-related specialty, he wouldn't even want to attend a general interest class.

 If you just want to exercise, you can just run by yourself every day.

“.At 3:27 pm on June 5, my country’s third off-terrestrial base was officially completed. The list of the first batch of personnel to go there has been determined. It is understood that the list includes”

 “Clear out all the items! Clear all the items! On the last day, all items are cleared!”

ˆ “.”

 The news was playing on the bus’s on-board TV, and the sound of horns from the shops along the street came from outside the window.

Lu Yuanyuan leaned on the hard seat of the bus and stared at the hurried street scene outside for a while. Soon he heard the announcement of the arrival of the destination station.

 He got out of the car through the back door.

The eleven o'clock sunshine in June caught him off guard with bursts of steaming heat.

He crossed the road, then quickly hid under the shadow of the building, and walked straight along the road.

Soon, a small shop with the words "Xinghua Food Store" printed on a red background with white letters came into his sight.

 (End of this chapter)