I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

As Rainbow Hair said this, he pretended to kneel down and kowtow to Uncle Feng.

"I saw everything just now. Your technical moves are very difficult. Can you teach us?" His tone was full of admiration.

"Boss! This old man bullied me, and instead of avenging me, you acknowledged the thief as your father." The yellow-haired man shouted unconvinced.

"I told you to read more books, but you read so much that it became a dog's stomach? Is this how you recognize a thief as your father?"

Rainbow Hair knelt halfway and stood up again. He kicked Yellow Hair, but was not satisfied and grabbed him by the collar.

"This is a senior, you are not allowed to be rude. You have to call me uncle."

Rainbow Hair was about to hold Yellow Hair down to apologize to Uncle Feng, "Senior, you are a magnanimous person. Don't bother with him."

"I really want to learn some skills from you. As long as you agree, we can become sworn brothers in Taoyuan."

Rainbow Hair held the struggling Yellow Hair tightly under control.

Uncle Feng wanted to teach Huangmao a lesson, but he didn't expect Huangmao to be punished.

After listening to the speech of "Rainbow Boy", Uncle Feng patted him on the shoulder in a heavy tone and said, "Little boy, your key task at the moment is not to learn skateboarding, but to go back and read more books and prepare for the high school entrance examination."

"That's not how the Peach Garden Oath of Brotherhood works."

"What happened today should teach this little yellow boy a lesson. He should pay attention to others when he skates next time."

Uncle Feng had no intention of doing anything to them. These kids were just a bunch of people who were usually ignored and were just looking for a place to make a presence felt.

When he saw people with bad habits, he would help them correct them.

He has other important things to do. Uncle Feng is preparing for the "International Skateboard Competition", which is an international event with no age or nationality restrictions. He plans to participate in the competition in his personal capacity.

He was about to leave when "Rainbow Boy" grabbed Uncle Feng's arm and cried sincerely, "Master, please accept me. I really want to learn."

"Those two moves of yours are so cool. Teach me. I'll do anything you ask me to do."

"Rainbow Boy" clung to Uncle Feng like an octopus, and his little brothers behind him followed him like little tails, except for Little Yellow who stood alone on the side.

Uncle Feng sighed, "I can teach you, but you have to be obedient."

After all, they are children, so we still need to reason with them. Uncle Feng decided to set three rules for them first.

"First, you can become my disciple, but I cannot make you an uneducated person. Each of you who wants to learn can write an essay tonight and hand it in to me at this time tomorrow."

"The title of your composition is... 'My Hobbies'. It must be 800 words and not a single character less. If you can finish it, I will accept it from you."

Several young people looked at each other in bewilderment. Why do they have to take cultural exams to learn skateboarding?

"Forget it if it doesn't work. Don't waste my time." Uncle Feng waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Rainbow Boy" once again used his octopus magic power, "Write! I will definitely write 800 words."

Uncle Feng nodded, "This kid is teachable."

"Second, my disciples cannot be impolite. From now on, you must apologize to those you have offended. You must express your true feelings and earn their forgiveness. Can you do this?"

"Rainbow Boy" gritted his teeth and admitted: "Yes, I can."

"Third, I won't accept students who can't endure hardship. If you want to practice with me, you must first practice the basics, practice balance, and learn from the beginning."

"No problem, I agree to whatever you say."

"Rainbow Boy" responded first, and the younger brothers behind him also looked at Uncle Feng with admiration.

Uncle Feng conquered this group of teenagers, except "Xiao Huang", with just a set of silky skateboarding combos.

Xiao Huang straightened his back stubbornly, "I will never take you as my master. I hate you."

After saying those harsh words, Xiao Huang ran away.

The remaining teenagers stood in a row, with "Rainbow Boy" as the spokesperson, "Uncle, when do we start practicing?"

"Don't call me uncle, call me Brother Feng." Uncle Feng inspected his soldiers with his hands behind his back.

The recruited bad boys shouted in unison: "Hello, Brother Feng!"

Uncle Feng nodded with satisfaction, "It is now 7: in the evening. Your first training item is to go back to your homes."

"Ah?" they asked.

"You are all minors, right? You are still growing, so of course you have to go to bed early and get up early."

"I have to go back and do my homework too. Can you remember the essay I assigned to you and hand it in tomorrow to practice with me formally?"

Uncle Feng waved his hands, feeling that he had done another good thing.

"I used to be very cool, but later I was forced to go to school."

The "Rainbow Boy" behind him rushed up.

Hug Uncle Feng tightly.

Uncle Feng was confused, "What are you going to do?"

"Sorry." The teenagers lined up to hug Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng was furious: "Who told you to apologize? I apologized and you need to read more books, young people!"

Uncle Feng's unintentional move actually allowed him to pick up some good talents, and the "skateboard army" was being created.

……

On the other side, at the night market, the "sharpshooter" Mr. Huang was showing off his skills with an air gun.

His 5-year-old granddaughter Ningning clapped her hands vigorously: "Grandpa is so great, so awesome!"

The grandparents went out to the night market. Ningning wanted to hit the Pikachu doll at the "balloon" stall, and Grandpa Huang agreed immediately.

The boss looked at the old man and the child, and felt that they would definitely not be able to hit the target, so he gave the "gun" to Grandpa Huang with confidence.

As soon as Mr. Huang started, the boss knew that he had met an expert this time.

The first two shots missed, but the subsequent shots hit the target without missing a single balloon. All the balloons in the row fell in an orderly manner.

The few shots that Grandpa Huang fired in vain were not misses. He was adjusting the trajectory. After adjustment, he could hit wherever he pointed.

The boss's face turned black. Twelve bullets cost 10 yuan, and Mr. Huang just bought one for 50 yuan with a wave of his hand. The boss thought he had met a "big shot", but he didn't expect that he would become a big victim.

With this accuracy, Mr. Huang could carry all the balloons on his wall.

While hitting the balloon, Grandpa Huang was still talking to his granddaughter: "Ningning, tell Grandpa which toy you want?"

"I want Pikachu, the biggest yellow one." Ningning jumped and danced excitedly.

"You mean that yellow rat? No problem, grandpa promises to catch it for you." Grandpa Huang said confidently.

The boss counted the number of balloons that burst, and thought to himself, "Pikachu is the biggest prize in his stall, the special prize. According to the rules for redeeming the prizes, if you hit all twelve balloons in a hand, you get the special prize, eight to eleven are the first prize, four to seven are the second prize, and the rest are participation prizes."

This is Mr. Huang's third shot. Except for the first two shots from the first test, the rest all hit the mark.

"He pulled the bolt back with his hand to load the gun. Who is this old man?" The boss's face turned pale. "Uncle, let's discuss something. Let the children choose any toys on my stall. Don't play with the remaining two. I will refund your money."

"If you continue to fight, I'll give you my stall as compensation, and you'll be my boss."