The doomsday gangster travels back to the 70s to be an educated youth in the countryside

As time passed, it was close to noon, and the sun was shining hotly. Many people couldn't bear the heat and had already left.

Jiang Wen persisted against his sun until the end, he just wanted to see if anyone could beat Xie Cheng and the others.

Each of the remaining [-] people challenged, but failed without exception.

So until the end, no one had ever fought Tang Jihai.

Wu Ren strikes while the iron is hot, and said in the final summary: "The director promised us that as long as we win the competition, let us set up a martial arts club." Wu Ren looked at the director's position and bowed to thank him. "I am here to announce that the martial arts club has been officially established. Students who want to join can sign up after the next semester begins."

Now everyone has more topics to discuss, and they are all discussing whether to participate.

At this time, there were very few clubs, and this was the first time I heard of the martial arts club, so it was inevitable to discuss it.

When the director heard Wu Ren's words, he nodded to him from the air.

Another referee he invited was his son Han Qing, who walked up to the director and said to him, "These students' boxing skills are extraordinary."

The director was surprised, "Oh? Why is it unusual?"

Han Qing imitated a few moves, "It's somewhat similar to military boxing, but it's not the same kind of boxing. It's more inclined to strengthen the body."

Physical fitness?

The director was surprised, "Can it really strengthen your body?"

Don't blame him for fussing, learning a little kung fu can strengthen your body, but some people are weak and can't do intense movements at all.

"In your opinion, can your cousin use it?"

His brother-in-law's son is sick and weak, if he really wants to improve his health, it's okay to let him practice along with him.

Han Qing thought for a moment, "The movements are simple and gentle, you can try it."

Hearing that he could try it, the director became happy, and didn't care about Wu Ren's arrangement with him just now, he patted his son on the shoulder, "You go home and have dinner with your mother first, don't wait for me."

Han Qing smiled, "Dad, you can ask about boxing again, no, I'll ask you together."

The director waved his hand, "No, you go home quickly, come back after a while, and follow me to work, and your mother blames me again."

Han Qing still wanted to stay, but the director insisted on letting him go home, "I'll ask myself, don't tell your mother when I get home, what if it doesn't work."

"I know." Han Qing picked up his things, "I'm leaving."

He actually wanted to stay and take a look at the overall movements of this set of boxing. He didn't know much about boxing, but he still had a basic judgment. This set of boxing was suitable for his cousin.

After Han Qing left, the director waved, and Wu Ren brought everyone over, "Director, what do you want us to do?"

Wu Ren thought that the director wanted to train him, after all, the director only said that there would be a competition, and he didn't promise that a club would be formed after the competition.

"Your boxing skills were all taught by Tang?" However, the director asked an irrelevant question, "Who did Tang learn from? Can you introduce me?"

"Huh?" Tang Jihai was puzzled, "The director is..."

The director looked at the big sun in the sky, "Come on, the teacher invites you to dinner, let's talk while eating."

Tang Jihai and the others looked at each other and followed silently.

The school exams ended yesterday, and the canteen will be closed for three days. The director took them to the canteen. There were many people in the canteen, all of whom were students who had just left the playground.

They ordered a few dishes, three big plates of steamed buns, the director greeted them to eat, and told about his nephew himself.

After listening to Tang Jihai, he said: "I learned this boxing technique from an old gentleman. Those two years were difficult, and the old man died soon."

He purposely made it ambiguous, and the director, including Xie Cheng, believed it to be true after hearing it. After all, the previous ten years were indeed difficult, and many capable people were buried here.

"Then do you think this set of boxing skills is suitable for weak people to practice?" The director didn't pursue the source anymore, but asked Tang Jihai, "If my nephew comes to learn, who can teach him?"

The director was naturally inclined to Tang Jihai. Xie Cheng and the others were also taught by Tang Jihai. They were very good at teaching, so they should be a good teacher.

Thank them: "...heh..."

Tang Jihai smiled lightly at this moment, and said modestly: "I'm ashamed, mainly they are easier to take care of."

Xie Cheng and the others: "..." Can you take it well?When disobedient and sparring, you will be beaten.

When the director heard that Tang Jihai was a good student, he was modest and kind, and he felt relieved to entrust the child to him.

So, the director smiled and thanked: "Then I will trouble Classmate Tang."

Tang Jihai agreed with a smile, and then turned to say: "Since the child is weak, it is better to find a separate room and make some arrangements on the floor, which is more secure."

"Yes, yes, yes." The director praised repeatedly, "You are still thoughtful. However, a separate room is not easy to handle."

In fact, the school has many empty rooms. The school has a profound heritage, but in the first year of recovery, the students admitted were obviously dissatisfied, so that many classrooms were left empty.

Wu Ren knew the meaning of the song, and immediately suggested: "Our martial arts club is established, and we also need an activity room. Why don't we have classes in our activity room."

"This..." The director hesitated. Martial arts clubs can be established, but independent activity rooms...

"Students who join the martial arts club can not only exercise, but also watch the news together and pay attention to national affairs." Tang Jihai also proposed, "We can figure out how to do it by ourselves."

Watching the news is a good suggestion. There are too few ways to obtain information now. How many people dare not think about being able to watch the news on TV.

If you can really watch it in the activity room, it will be a great thing for students who participate in the martial arts club.

The director couldn't sit still, and hurriedly said: "I'll talk about it after I go back and study with my comrades."

When the director came home at night, he told his wife about his nephew practicing martial arts. Zhang Feifei was both happy and worried, "It really works and makes him feel better. My brother and sister-in-law won't be so worried about him."

Director Han knew that his wife had been worrying about her elder brother's children, so he also thought about it, otherwise Xiaoyu's health would be unwell, and the whole family would feel anxious.

"But, Xiao Yu's temper, can he learn it honestly?"

This is the biggest problem, Zhang Feifei slapped the table: "I'll go over to have a look tomorrow, and I have to drag it for him."

When I arrived at her brother's house the next day, the brother and sister-in-law were very happy to hear that, no matter whether it worked or not, it would be fine to let Xiao Yu go out and meet more people.

"Martial arts?" Zhang Xiaoyu, who was pale and weak, sneered in his eyes, "What kind of martial arts is the disease caused by Meng Zhi's womb? If you want such powerful martial arts, why do you need doctors and hospitals?"

Father Zhang was furious, "Zhang Xiaoyu! If you don't go this time, you have to go!"

"I want you to go, I won't go." Zhang Xiaoyu was not afraid of his father, and after he finished speaking, he walked back to the house slowly while leaning on the wall.