Morning light, rhythmic hut.

There were sounds of hitting near the balcony on the third floor.

“Don’t, do it, do it…”

Sometimes it is short and sometimes it is long. Standing outside the house and listening carefully, it is clearly the sound of hitting wood.

The early birds have returned from feeding and spread their wings in the air. Their graceful figures are leaping in the green forest, like elfs in the world. They seem to be attracted by this troubled place in the forest. They thrust and jump to the balcony. Their agile eyes are circling with their restless heads, and their eyes are full of a huge and strong body.

"flap……"

As soon as the violent airflow suddenly frightened it, and after balancing its body in the air in panic, it looked at the other person who suddenly appeared in anger. After crying twice, it flew away in a grand manner. It wanted to search for its own sky, but it had no time to waste it on the two humans.

...

The morning jog that was soaked in sweat had just ended and had been living in the cabin for several days. Like Xingcheng, he now gets up very early every morning. The time is arranged very carefully.

After running around the entire campus for two laps, his body was already moving. He began to practice Bajiquan in the backyard of the cottage. Bajiquan's movements are simple and simple, vigorous and crisp, and there are many movements that shock the feet and force it needs to be practiced in a relatively spacious place.

The backyard is a great place to be shaded, spacious and secluded.

Hearing no sound inside, Big Head smiled slightly, knowing that the madman had finished practicing. He kept slapping his hands all over his body, prompting blood circulation and relaxing his muscles. After a while, he walked in.

"How is it?" he asked, looking at Chen Feng who was wiping his sweat.

"Yes, it's already a little bit high." Chen Feng replied with a smile, knowing what he meant.

Since he moved into the Rhyme House, he has been practicing boxing every day in order to master Li Shixun's fist skills as soon as possible. With an experience of amnesia, he has to prepare early, and while the memory is still clear, he turns some things in his mind into his own.

Memory is memory after all.

He knew the moves, formulas, key points, etc. of boxing, but he really had to use them perfectly and freely. He still had no strength. What he did now was to learn and master the boxing skills through continuous practice.

Wing Chun, Xingyi, Tai Chi, Bagua, Baji, Hands and Swords, etc., whether it is fist, kick, football, weapons, etc., he has been studying and training all the time recently, and is now very skilled.

"Do you want to take a break?" asked Datou.

"No need, come on!" Chen Feng shook his head, and after saying that, he came to stand aside.

Datou walked over, and the two stood face to face, stretching out their hands at the same time.

There was no sign, the two of them started to fight at the same time, and they both attacked each other, spreading left and right.

The two of them were exactly the same, and they were back and forth. It was so lively.

They are practicing Wing Chun's hands. Unlike most other boxing techniques, Wing Chun is difficult to learn by herself. Because Wing Chun pays the most attention to practical combat, and each has its own merits. If no one feeds the tricks, it will not be able to understand them.

In addition to teaching Datou Bajiquan, Chen Feng was not stingy with Wing Chun. But Datou liked Baji more, so he paid more attention to the practice of Bajiquan. Chen Feng was deeply influenced by Li Shixun's memory and was more concerned about Wing Chun. After teaching Datou, he had to practice it every day.

You push me and block me, spread my arms, and it took about half an hour before the two of them could barely stop.

It’s not that they stand still. The two of them are still moving, and they can only exert their power by coordinating the kung fu of the sheep and horse Wing Chun.

When the two stopped, the east sun was coming out, and the fiery red light shone on the earth of China, sprinkled onto the balcony through the gaps of the branches, and walked through the bay window to the side of the two. The two men, who were emitting a fiery breath, kept swelling like a bellows, their huge chest muscles kept rising and falling, and their arms to their wrists were astonishing red.

Practice is not a house-playing house. Every time you go back and forth, a strong force is spinning in the hands of both of them. In just half an hour, the lack of energy is consumed a lot.

The two of them didn't say anything in the gym, but just breathed the morning air quickly and greedily. Perhaps because of the sun, the originally cool air gradually became warm. After breathing into their chests, the blood was ignited like gasoline, and the muscles on their bodies couldn't help but beat.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Chen Feng asked with concern.

"It's okay, let's do it again!" Big Head held his hands and said firmly.

Chen Feng nodded, took out two teams of short sticks from the wall, and threw them to Datou's pair. After he caught them, Chen Feng rushed over like a cheetah.

The sound of wooden sticks fighting continued to spread again, making the quiet woods noisy.

...

Every morning, both of them spend this.

The three chefs will stop when they come to work. After taking a shower and coming downstairs, the chefs have each made a delicacy on the table for the two to taste.

This is a special dish that Rhyme House has ordered every day. If the two are not satisfied, they will not be put out to sell it. Only one of the three dishes can be selected to make the special dish, which means that only one chef can get the bonus of the day.

After Chen Feng set this rule, the three Western restaurant chefs obviously became much more active and had no leisure as they had been a few days ago. Because they had just opened and Chen Feng did not advertise, the rhythm has been very quiet until now, and the guests they receive every day have not exceeded the double digits.

After eating, the two of them slowly went to school.

On Teacher's Day, Class 1 of History was gathered for a brief meeting. In addition to introducing himself, they were just electing the class. Hu Lidao, the boss of the dormitory, got a class leader. Because he helped Class 1 establish the first group, no one competed for it, so he decided to do it.

On campus, the two separate.

Different majors, different courses, and class time are naturally different.

Datou is not a person who can endure loneliness. The university courses are so easy, he doesn’t want to sit at home and stare blankly, but prefers to chat with a few friends to watch beautiful women.

...

After being separated from Datou, Chen Feng walked on the lively campus path and clearly felt a different atmosphere than before. After a little attention, he suddenly realized that he wanted to report the welcome party.

The Magic City University holds a welcome party every year, and this year marks the 60th anniversary of its founding. Of course, the school will vigorously organize it. It is not an exaggeration to have such a lively atmosphere on the campus.

As soon as I arrived at the class, I found a corner to do it, and the three of them surrounded me.

"What are you doing? Why don't I mess with you? Don't drag me into the water." Chen Feng looked at the three of them with a pretentious warning, holding his arms and teasing.

"The third brother is getting cheaper. Alas, it's a pity that the reputation of our four talents has been ruined. This really makes me sad!" Liu Zijun said with emotion as if he was holding on to the West.

"Three are joking. Among the four of us, except for the second, men, women, and young, we are all serious men. Don't be misunderstood." Colin said seriously with his glasses.

"Little Linzi! Everyone said you were asked to call me the second brother. Don't put such a famous word on my head." Liu Zijun said furiously, "Also, who is young and old, and men and women are not afraid of it. I am also a serious man."

Colin glanced at him faintly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You..." Liu Zijun was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

God is sorry to see, didn’t I just let this kid see the beautiful art of a certain island country? As for what I have complained about it so far?

Colin studied orthodox Chinese studies. Although he was humorous and witty on weekdays, he had his own persistence. The so-called art that Liu Zijun showed him was simply dirty and disgusting in his opinion.

Cough, of course, this is also a blaming Brother Liu. He played the famous Hundred People Battle. The content can be imagined. There are both young and old, and men and women will not fall behind.

"Okay, okay, you two are poor in the dormitory. Let's talk about serious business." The boss Hu Lidao immediately turned the topic around, and he patted Chen Feng on the shoulder and said, "Third brother, I have serious things to look for you."

"Tell me," Chen Feng said without comment.

"That's right. Isn't the school going to hold a welcome party?" Seeing Chen Feng nodded, Hu immediately said: "The student union has always been responsible for organizing the party. In the morning, the officer of the Propaganda Department came and asked our class to publish a few programs. If I want it, let's do it? Let's do it? Just support my brother and I'm doing it."

Chen Feng frowned slightly and said, "Why do you have to go on stage for this welcome party? And it's too late to start the show, right? It's about to start at 7 o'clock in the evening and there's no time for rehearsals."

"Who knows what those people from the student union think?" Hu Lidao also said a little annoyed, "There was no news before. In such a hurry, what programs can we come up with? He still kept saying that it was a test of the quality and talent of our new students. It's a hell."

"No one in the class signed up?" Chen Feng asked.

"There were people at the beginning," Liu Zijun, who was standing beside him, snatching, "especially those girls, there are no shortage of singing and dancing, but when they heard that they were going to go on stage at night, they all gave up."

"So you decided to go to the table by yourself? Boss, you, the squad leader, are unqualified." There were at least forty or fifty people, and they all pretended to be deaf and dumb. Either Boss Hu was not majestic enough or had no information. Chen Feng said this.

Hearing Chen Feng say this, Class Leader Hu's face was a little embarrassed. After all, they are all freshmen who have just entered school. The first time they deal with each other, even if he is good at dancing, it will take time.

He said, "There is nothing to do about this. You can't have a show, right? Isn't this a joke for other classes?"

"How is that?" Chen Feng pondered for a moment, then looked at Boss Hu's ugly face, and decided to help him. He said, "Do you have any show that you can show? You can't stand there so stupidly, right?"

"Of course not," Collin explained: "We have an idea to get four people together. Isn't this waiting for you?" (To be continued.)

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