Start with push-ups to gain experience

Chapter 25 The Power of Dreams (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
"Crunch", "Crunch".

The streets are dimly lit on a winter night.

A tricycle with traces of time and exposed primer was driving slowly.

The bed rocked slightly and the wheels turned dry.

The wind blew in with a chill, making the atmosphere even more desolate.

Fang Cheng held the handlebars with his hands and pedaled, trying to ride as steadily as possible.

So that this second-hand car, which is unable to bear the weight, can feel less bumpy while driving.

"Xiu Mei, how much money did you make tonight?"

Seeing that his childhood friend spoke very little during the trip, Fang Cheng took on the role of livening up the atmosphere.

"I don't know. I need to calculate first."

Hearing this question, Zhou Xiumei, who was sitting behind him, immediately made a rustling sound.

Then, there was the rustling sound of flipping papers.

As if she was in a good mood, she took out a notebook and sat in the truck bed to do the math.

"The first transaction was selling a bear doll and earning 35 yuan."

"The second transaction was selling the Ruyi ornaments, earning 19 yuan, which adds up to..."

She carefully recorded every bill in a notebook to calculate the cost and profit.

Suddenly, Zhou Xiumei said in a slightly surprised tone:

"Brother Cheng, my total income tonight actually exceeded 200 yuan for the first time!"

She couldn't wait to share her joy.

However, his happiness did not last long, and he immediately let out a long sigh.

It was like a gust of bleak wind blowing gently past my ears.

Fang Cheng turned around and glanced at Zhou Xiumei, who was wrapped in a scarf and had a frown on her face.

"Why don't you charge me for today's loss? After all, I was the one who threw those guys away."

"How is that possible!"

Zhou Xiumei immediately became anxious, and her weak voice became a little higher:
"Don't think too much. I'm just sighing that I'm so unlucky. I've never done anything completely satisfactory since I was a child..."

Fang Cheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"Xiu Mei, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future, or what your dreams are?"

"dream?"

Zhou Xiumei was stunned when she heard this, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"For example, I could open a handicraft shop, do business, and be a boss in the future."

Fang Cheng tried to guide her.

"No."

Zhou Xiumei immediately shook her head like a rattle:

"Opening a shop is too risky. I am very satisfied if I can make more than 100 yuan a day by setting up a stall."

Fang Cheng continued in a serious tone:

"Xiu Mei, the reason why you always feel that everything is not going well for you is that you just lack dreams."

“Once a person has a dream, he or she will have the power of belief.”

“This kind of power can make you look down upon temporary gains and losses, give you the courage to challenge difficulties, and help you find the meaning of life again.”

“So, I think you can try to find your own dream.”

Listening to Fang Cheng's words as if he had been through it all, Zhou Xiumei's eyes were hazy, with some realization and some confusion.

After saying so much, she gradually opened up and asked cautiously:
"Brother Cheng, you have been practicing martial arts. Is your dream to play professionally?"

This time it was Fang Cheng's turn to shake his head:
"Some things are too early to say now."

"But I should have an answer soon. Then I will tell you secretly just like when we were little."

As he said this, he smiled at her mysteriously.

Zhou Xiumei's mouth corners slightly raised, then she pursed her lips and restrained her smile.

She raised her eyes and exhaled a small breath of hot air.

Looking at the figure so close at hand, my heart suddenly beat faster.

Just like before, some secret was quietly blossoming between the two of them.

The sound of words was like a light breeze blowing past.

Before we knew it, the dimly lit tube-shaped building had emerged under the night sky.

No matter how dark and cold the night is.

A new and bright day always comes...

12 month 3 number.

Thursday, 12: p.m.

Global Elite Fighting Club. Coach Hu walked into the No. 2 training hall slowly, holding a thermos cup in his hand.

In fact, he seldom comes to this place.

Looking around, I saw students wearing white uniforms, preparing for class, and practicing some fancy stuff.

Such as karate, kendo and taekwondo.

It just so happens that these projects have good commercial promotion and are most sought after by fashionable young people.

Therefore, it was taken seriously by the club's top management and was specially arranged to stay in Hall No. 2, which was newly renovated and had better facilities.

However, boxing, Sanda, Muay Thai and Jiu-Jitsu, which are more practical, can only be squeezed in Hall No. 1.

The boxing department that Coach Hu is in charge of achieved better results than karate a while ago, which made him brag about it for a long time.

Now I suddenly lost my confidence.

All the changes during this period were due to the appearance and departure of that young man.

Thinking of this, Coach Hu turned his gaze forward.

I saw a bunch of people gathered together, it seemed extremely lively.

Most of them were trainees in training uniforms, but there were also a few coaches and staff from other departments.

In the middle of this group of people stood a young man with a fair face and gentle temperament.

"Master Xu, you're here so early!"

Coach Hu stepped forward and shouted to the crowd in a loud voice.

Xu Maocai glanced at him coldly, then turned his head away, obviously not wanting to pay any attention to him.

Coach Hu smiled secretly.

He just deliberately greeted someone who was in a similar situation as a way of avenging himself for being poached.

"Everyone is here, let's get started."

The head coach of the karate club suddenly stood up and spoke.

The main purpose of recruiting sparring partners this time is to fill the staff vacancies in this department.

Therefore, he should also be responsible for the on-site assessment.

As long as he signs his agreement, the new sparring partner will pass the test and can then go to the Human Resources Department to get an employment contract.

As for the coaches from other departments gathering at the scene, they can only play a supervisory role at most to prevent cheating.

Of course, this does not mean that if you choose a certain department, you can only be a sparring partner in that department.

In principle, sparring is a technical job that can be flexibly adjusted.

If other coaches are interested, this department may also be short of staff.

Then, afterward, you can go to the Human Resources Department to sign and you will also have the right to hire the other party.

Coach Hu and Xu Maocai had no interest in the specific matter of recruiting sparring partners.

The two men's eyes were always fixed on the young figure in the center of the crowd, and they each had their own thoughts.

Fang Cheng, who was being watched, looked calm and relaxed.

He did a few single-leg squats, then stretched his arms until his joints crackled.

Then he nodded and responded:
"I can get started."

The first test consisted of continuous push-ups.

It mainly tests a person's physical endurance and cardiopulmonary function, as well as the most important upper body strength as a sparring partner.

At this moment, there was a counter with a red button on the ground in front of Fang Cheng.

When your forehead hits the button, the electronic display will sound and count once.

This ensures that the posture is standard while preventing any miscounts.

Fang Cheng let out a light breath, then supported himself on the ground with his hands, straightened his back, and leaned over.

The first standard two-arm push-up was completed with great stretch, stability and power.

If we were to score the moves on the field, everyone would definitely give us full marks.

Coach Hu and other coaches couldn't help but nodded.

Just like fitness and martial arts, you will know whether you have the ability or not once you make a move.

Don't be fooled by this young man's gentle and thin appearance.

Just from these two moves, we can tell that he definitely has the habit of exercising regularly.

Fang Cheng performed the movements continuously with a rhythmic frequency, neither fast nor slow, and clean and neat.

His posture was impeccable and he was obviously well prepared.

Coach Hu's lips curled up slightly, and he murmured to himself:

"I didn't realize this kid had a hidden trick up his sleeve. Interesting..."

Xu Maocai, who was standing next to him, had a complicated look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)