Li Guo looked at the young man in front of him. He was really an interesting kid. He wanted to practice combat and learn fighting skills at such a young age. He really didn't know how to do it. "Well, we have a part-time coach here. He used to be a

He's a soldier, and he's very powerful. He knows fighting skills and so on. Why don't you try him out?"

"Where's that other guy? I'll go find him." Zhuo Ziyuan said immediately. Yes, this ignorant boy is Zhuo Ziyuan. As soon as the club opened at 9 o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Ziyuan went straight to the boxing gym and met with coach Li Guo.

He said that he wanted to learn actual combat and asked Li Guo if he knew how to fight.

"He works part-time. He is usually here from Monday to Friday in the afternoon. You can come see him tomorrow. Oh, by the way, his name is Zhao Qiang."

"Oh, okay, then I'll come back to him tomorrow." Zhuo Ziyuan was a little disappointed, but he was not in a hurry. He turned around and left, continuing his day of practice, archery, swimming, and going home to write and draw.

The next day, as usual, I practiced archery in the morning, but instead of swimming in the afternoon, I went directly to the boxing gym to find someone.

Sure enough, the coach was replaced today. Li Guo was not here. He was replaced by a more capable one who was in his 30s and about 1.75 meters tall. Why Zhuo Ziyuan could recognize him at a glance? It was because all the coaches in the club had the same look.

Clothes, otherwise, who would know who is the coach.

Zhuo Ziyuan observed for a while and found that the other party's walking and standing posture had an indescribable smell. It should be a temperament unique to soldiers, or something else.

Zhuo Ziyuan didn't think much and went up to him directly, "Hello, my name is Zhuo Ziyuan and I am a member of the club. Are you coach Zhao Qiang?"

"Yes, you are the one Li Guo said he wanted to learn fighting, right?" Zhao Qiang looked at the young man in front of him, and then thought about what Li Guo told him when he handed over the class, which was basically confirmed.

"Well, Coach Li said that you have been in the military and are good at fighting. I am more interested in this aspect, so I want to learn from you. I don't know if it is convenient for you to coach me." Zhuo Ziyuan said seriously.

"It's not a big problem to teach you some basics. It depends on how much you can learn. But for the club, I don't know if there will be a problem because my main job now is to guide all members in boxing and teach you individually.

, maybe it’s not very suitable.” Zhao Qiang was a little embarrassed. It would be okay to teach him, but he was afraid that it would affect the club’s work. It was not easy to get this part-time boxing coach.

Zhuo Ziyuan pondered for a moment, "Otherwise, you might as well communicate directly with your manager and add a fighting training in the boxing gym. I believe there will be many people who like boxing and fighting skills. You can just teach it.

, it can be regarded as a project to attract people. Maybe your club can give you a salary increase. If not, I will give you 2,000 training fees separately, and you can teach me until the end of this summer vacation."

"This is okay. I'll mention it to Li Guo today and see what he says." Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up, maybe it can really increase his income, so he agreed.

"Then why don't you guide me now? Just treat it as a boxing lesson. You don't need to teach me anything too detailed. You can also guide me in boxing exercises." Zhuo Ziyuan hit the snake and followed the stick.

"Okay, do you have any foundation? Have you practiced anything yourself?" Zhao Qiang thought it was right. No matter what the result was, he was now teaching boxing, and the club had nothing to say.

"I practiced Zama Step at home, which lasted for half an hour. I also signed up for a Taekwondo class and learned the basics."

"Well, let me test your strength first." Zhao Qiang said, putting on protective gear and holding a large baffle in his hand. "Punch twice on this baffle with all your strength, and then kick it."

Two feet."

Zhuo Ziyuan followed the instructions and punched and kicked the board several times with all his strength. When punching, Zhao Qiang did not move, but when he kicked, he obviously took two steps back.

"Well, the strength on the feet is pretty good, and the strength on the hands is pretty good, but it needs to be strengthened. You can practice with a sandbag first and wear a hand guard. You can also continue to practice your horse stance. The lower body will be stable, which will be good for fighting.

"Zhao Qiang feels that Zhuo Ziyuan has a good foundation and his movements are very agile. It is not a rigid exercise.

"Okay, I'll practice punching the bag today first. I don't want to become a muscular man, so I haven't specifically practiced the strength of my hands before." Zhuo Ziyuan said and put on the hand guards.

"Don't worry, if you have strength, you don't necessarily mean you are a muscular man. Look at me, I have muscles, but you can't see them when I wear clothes." Zhao Qiang said, pulling up his sleeves.

Zhuo Zi looked at it from a distance and saw that there were indeed no particularly high bulging muscles, but they looked strong.

"Okay, then Coach Zhao will guide me. It's my first time to play with sandbags." Zhuo Ziyuan thought, and would try to get close first. Even if it doesn't work in the club, he would still ask him for advice in private.

While the two were chatting, they began to teach. In fact, it is not difficult to hit the sandbag. Just find the right spot and don't miss it and slip. The reverberation of the sandbag must be avoided. For Zhuo Ziyuan, it is relatively simple.

If you don't have enough strength, you can't hit the sandbag very far.

"I heard from Coach Li that you have been a soldier. Judging from your appearance, you must have been a soldier for a long time. I see that some of your movement habits have been integrated into your bones." Zhuo Ziyuan practiced while chatting.

"I joined the army when I was 17 and served for 11 years."

"Looking at your accent, you must be a local." Zhuo Ziyuan always communicates in Mandarin, while Zhao Qiang speaks with a strong local accent.

"Yes, I am from Qiantang Village, Sanwan Town."

"That's not far away. You have been a soldier for so many years, so you probably planned to stay in the army. Why did you retire? Did you offend the leader?" Zhuo Ziyuan was a little curious. Logically speaking, a person would be willing to be a soldier for 11 years.

If you are a soldier, you have prepared to be a soldier for the rest of your life. Looking at Zhao Qiang's skills, he doesn't look like he has been injured, so I ask this question.

"No, some personal reasons." Zhao Qiang seemed not to want to mention these.

"Then what level have you reached as a soldier? Which army are you a soldier in? Have you ever fought in a war or killed anyone?" Zhuo Ziyuan still yearns for the army, but it is absolutely impossible for him to become a soldier.

It's not that he can't endure hardships, but that in the army, he is quite separated from modern society and has no freedom, but it does not prevent him from yearning for military life.

"Why, you yearn to be a soldier so much." Zhao Qiang saw Zhuo Ziyuan's excited eyes.

"Yes, I admire and admire soldiers the most."

Hearing what Zhuo Ziyuan said, Zhao Qiang couldn't help but say more, "I was in the local army at first, and then transferred to the border defense. I served as a scout, a squad leader, and the rank of sergeant. It's hard to tell you the name of the army.

said."

"Border defense, have you ever engaged in anti-narcotics, fought or killed people?" When Zhuo Ziyuan heard about border defense, he thought of the border anti-drug and gun battles often seen in Hong Kong movies, and he got excited just thinking about it.

"Yes. There have been many drug raids and many gun battles. Whether anyone has been killed or not is a secret."

"If you don't tell me, I know that I must have killed drug dealers." Zhuo Ziyuan said with some envy that he would never have such an experience in his life. Of course, he didn't want to experience it personally, as it would risk his life.

Zhao Qiang didn't know why, but he felt that he had a close affinity with this young man, so he talked so much without realizing it. Maybe it was because he was still a child.

After that, Zhao Qiang had nothing to talk about, and he didn't talk much about things in the army. He chatted with Zhuo Ziyuan all the time. Gradually, there were more people, and Zhao Qiang also went to guide other members, but Zhuo Ziyuan didn't.
Chapter completed!