Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

Song Tingnan is very satisfied with her current life. She goes to school, practices martial arts, runs errands, and does housework. Every day is fulfilling.

Gao Haoran began teaching Tingnan Fist, focusing on practicality. He first taught some self-defense techniques for women. Tingnan Fist was very well mastered, and it was more than enough to deal with a big man.

"Ting Nan, have you heard of Ip Man? Do you know 'Wing Chun'?" Gao Haoran prepared to systematically teach Ting Nan the new boxing style.

“Master, I’ve heard of it. When I was in the county town, I watched the TV series ‘Huo Yuanjia’ in a store. Ip Man fought Huo Yuanjia using Wing Chun.”

"Isn't it beautiful? Do you want to learn Wing Chun?" Gao Haoran knew that Nanmi Wuxia was popular, otherwise he wouldn't have squatted down to practice with him for more than half a month.

So Gao Haoran never interfered with her watching martial arts dramas or reading martial arts novels, as long as it didn't interfere with her work.

"Wow, Master, is it really possible? That's great!"

"Let's first learn about Wing Chun. Wing Chun is one of the Southern styles of Chinese martial arts, which was popular in Guangdong and Fujian in the early years. This style of boxing was first introduced in Wing Chun County, Fujian Province, and was created by Yan San Niang of the county. It was named after the place and is called "Wing Chun". Some people also call it "Wing Chun" because of Yan's name.

It is a martial art that combines internal martial arts techniques with close-quarters combat. Based on practical application, it is characterized by varied moves, flexible application, elastic punches, short stances, and a focus on delivering powerful, short-range force. It is particularly suitable for women. It is an internal martial art that relies on the sensitive sensation of the skin and muscles in the hands to generate powerful, short-range force.

"Wow! Master, that sounds amazing!"

"Stop yelling, you can be really good if you practice hard." Gao Haoran smiled and continued:

"You've seen the famous martial arts star Bruce Lee, right? Jeet Kune Do, which Bruce Lee founded, has an inseparable relationship with Wing Chun."

"Wow, Bruce Lee—Chinese people are definitely not the sick men of East Asia!" Song Tingnan couldn't help but imitate.

"Haha, you! The one-legged horse stance, turning horse stance, advancing horse stance, and retreating horse stance that I had you practiced before are all basic skills of Wing Chun. There was also the snake hand technique, which is a basic hand technique in Wing Chun. Today, we practiced gripping chopsticks to train finger strength, wrist strength, and forearm strength. After a while, we'll practice continuous punches, practicing in a relaxed manner to develop speed. When you reach a certain level, the power will naturally come out, and then you can combine it with horse stance practice..."

"Master, I will definitely train hard and fight the Japanese devils in the future."

"Good, practice hard. When the time comes for the assessment, we'll use the candle-lighting test to measure your skill."

"Master, is it using the force of a punch to extinguish the candle? That's amazing! I feel like I'm becoming a master too."

"Anything is possible if you work hard!"

Practice is essential; my master is truly a treasure trove.

The other "father" – Song Wanli – visibly became "kind," no longer urging Ting Nan to do things every day.

Instead, when Nan was doing her homework, he would occasionally come over to take a look, but he wouldn't say anything, and he would act as if he was just walking by unintentionally.

Qian Shuzhen couldn't help but laugh, given her awkward personality.

Song Wanxing would sometimes wander around the school area. At first, he tried to avoid listening to Nan, until one day a child from the same village called out to him, "Uncle Song, are you here to see Brother Nan at school?"

This kid is a real tiger. Before Song Wanli could say anything, she shouted loudly, "Brother Nan, Brother Nan!" Who could blame her when Brother Nan is so popular? Of course, her family couldn't underestimate him.

Just then, Ting Nan was on the playground. Hearing this, he looked over and saw Song Wanli.

After making eye contact with Ting Nan, Song Wanli turned away in embarrassment.

Song Tingnan chased after him: "Uncle, Uncle, don't go, are you looking for me?"

Song Wanli remained silent.

“Uncle, you’ve come at the right time. Teacher Zuo was just about to visit my home. I’ll take you to her office now. Could you go and invite her to my house on Friday?” Ting Nan didn’t want to see her uncle looking embarrassed and ashamed.

"You silly girl, why didn't you say so earlier? The time should be set by the teacher, depending on when the teacher is available. You really don't know any better!" Song Wanli immediately turned around and walked towards the school gate.

Okay, if you're being immature, then you're being immature. As long as you're happy.

Teacher Zuo was surprised to see Song Wanli, but also quite happy. "Listen, Mr. Nan, please sit down. Your daughter is truly remarkable. She's been first in several unit tests, and she's very sensible, getting along well with her classmates."

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, teacher. Thank you, thank you, teacher!" Song Wanli said excitedly, standing up from his chair.

Respect for teachers is highly valued, and everyone from children to the elderly knows deep down that they must listen to their teachers and that everything they say is correct.

"Listen, Mr. Nan, I originally wanted to visit your home, but since you're here now, I'll talk to you about it here."

"No, come to my house, Teacher Zuo. You can also check out my house while you're at it."

"No need, let's just say it here."

"Teacher Zuo, you can talk about Nan's matter here, but there are still some things to take care of. Why don't you come to my house for a visit?"