I chase after the actor by lifting iron

Everyone present squeezed Ming Chen's big arm with their hands, and finally came to a conclusion - "It's okay".

Then break up the meeting.

Mingchen followed Pingzi to the management office to get presents, the corners of his mouth drooping.

"What does it mean to have it? It just has it." Ming Chen inserted the key into the door lock, and twisted it, feeling stagnant.He twisted it harder, and pushed the door with the other hand, but it still wouldn't open: "...so obvious."

Pingzi smiled: "Get out of the way."

Then he raised his foot and slammed it on the door.

The old wooden door burst open at the sound, hit the wall and bounced back, and sawdust fell miserably on the ground.

Pingzi: "Go in."

Ming Chen pulled out the key silently, and applauded Brother Ping in his heart.

The management office withdrew the department two years earlier, leaving an empty room as a warehouse.

All the gifts received by the company are piled up here, and when they are full, they are asked to take them back.

The curtains in the room were drawn, there was no ventilation, it was drowsy and stuffy.Mingchen turned on the light, looked at the heat wave outside, hesitated for a while and still didn't open the window, choosing to believe in the power of the air-conditioning in the corridor.

Pingzi has squatted in front of Mingchen's pile of presents, quickly unwrapped them, glanced at them, and threw them to the left or right.

Ming Chen squatted down, took a big bag and stuffed the pile of no brains on the right.

"There's not much to throw away." Ming Chen glanced at the pile on the left.

"Well," Pingzi lowered his head and kept moving his hands: "Don't look at it."

Ming Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled, but didn't go there.

Not all the gifts sent by fans were well-intentioned, but Ming Chen couldn't tell the difference.

In the early years, he made a joke and was ridiculed by the sunspots. The three brothers in the regiment were furious and once refused all gifts and letters.

Later, Ming Chen relented and let the matter pass.

After that, in addition to the first checkpoint filtered by the company, Pingzi would help him go through it again, picking out the blurred things and throwing them away.

"Did something good happen?" Pingzi asked suddenly.

Ming Chen was packing a cat's head felt into a small box, when he heard this, he was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

"You're very excited today." Hirako said.

Ming Chen touched his nose, moved his numb legs, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Well... I got the male god's autograph yesterday."

Pingzi looked at him in surprise: "Not bad."

Ming Chen endured it, but still couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes: "I almost posted on Weibo to show off."

Both Lu Mang and Wednesday were full of hostility towards Si Yan'an, and Ming Chen rarely acted like an idiot in front of them.But Pingzi can't, and his mouth is very strict.

Mingchen told the story in a straight-forward manner.

"...He even took the initiative to give me a business card." Ming Chen was so proud that his tail cocked: "Ask me if it's okay to sign on the back, and he also wrote blessings. Wish me happy every day."

"Did he recognize you?" Pingzi asked.

"Probably, he called me by my name. I put on my foundation all afternoon, it's probably a bit muddy, and I smashed my glasses... But he actually knows me..."

"Youngest." Pingzi called him, smiling quite calmly.

Ming Chen turned around.

"Don't get too involved."

Ming Chen laughed: "I know."

This is a bit sad, but what he said is also true, he really knows, he really didn't expect anything.

Before he could get emotional, the sound of frantic footsteps outside approached.

Come rushing in on Wednesday.

"Youngest! I just asked a brother!" Wednesday held up his phone, covering the bottom of the phone with one hand: "Don't you want to learn to fight? My brother knows a very good coach, who came down from the mountain... All in all, it’s awesome! That coach has just been let go by a student, and there’s a schedule, do you want to follow suit? Don’t wait for the time!”

Ming Chen was about to stand up, but his legs were numb, and he accidentally tilted and fell into the pile of presents.

"Don't get excited!" Wednesday rushed to pull him up, cheering up: "I know what you mean, I'll reply now! Hey——Brother Liu, I just asked my little brother——"

Ming Chen: "Huh?"

Wednesday: "Yes, he is very willing! You can tell Coach Zhu now to settle it quickly!...OK, no problem, after drinking beer and soaking goji berries, hahahaha!"

The phone hangs up.

Ming Chen: "..."

I was sweating a lot on Wednesday, and I don't know how excited I was to force out so much water in such a cold air conditioner.

Ming Chen sighed: "I haven't spoken yet..."

Waving his hand on Wednesday: "Don't thank me."

Ming Chen sighed again.

Wednesday: "The main thing is that Coach Zhu has a really big background. He has been a martial artist in many dramas, and he hasn't led anyone for a long time. You just said that you want to learn to fight. I asked casually, and it happened to be a good opportunity, which shows that you are destined. Ah! This thing has no disadvantages other than the high tuition fees!"

Mingchen and Wednesday have known each other for five years, and it's not the first day they've seen his miraculous interpersonal relationship. Hearing this, he didn't know how to react other than to sigh.

However, the film crew's martial arts skills are really good. There are many people in the circle who come into contact with them, and they are strict with their mouths. The expensive tuition is reassuring.

He also can't watch videos kicking punching bags at home every day. The system also said that it's better to go to the gym or boxing gym if possible.

But Wednesday's "down from what mountain"... what mountain?

The next day, Mingchen knew.

It is Songshan.

This coach Zhu is a bald man from Shaolin Temple.

And according to the coach's self-introduction, Shaolin Temple actually has a branch, called Mingwutang, on Fengshan Mountain in the suburb of their city.

Ming Chen was stunned, nodding his head.

He came here by taxi in the morning.

Because of the suspension of work, the recruitment of new assistants has also been put on hold, and he is alone in this remote place, looking at the address like a headless chicken, and the heat is going crazy.

After finally finding a place, even though the martial arts hall is big and empty and no one is looking at him, he still feels a little stuffy.

The discomfort made him want to lie down in place.

"Don't be nervous." Coach Zhu has a strong figure, looks as if he is twice as big as Ming Chen, and has a cheerful face.

But what he said was not very friendly: "I heard from the introducer that you have no foundation, so go for a half-hour run first. Is the treadmill useful?"

Ming Chen smiled subconsciously: "The coach will."

Turn around and go to the treadmill.

This is intentional, Ming Chen is a little sluggish.

Idols are actually quite tiring. No one practiced less when they were trainees. If you want to talk about the per capita fitness in any industry, except for fitness coaches, the entertainment industry has not left.

Since this coach is in the circle, it is impossible not to know, probably because he is not happy to see him late.

After half an hour of running, the coach didn't make things difficult for him anymore. He first pressed his ligaments, and then took him to the free training area, saying that he would "try" him.

Ming Chen was a little dazed, he didn't understand that he was still a beginner in running just now, why should he try an advanced level, but the coach had already prepared his posture, so he also took a deep breath and kicked it.

The system is taught by item. Ming Chen has practiced the legwork for half a month, and he can remember the movements very firmly, and the attack is fast.

Although the coach resisted one by one, he continued to praise him with "good!", "beautiful!", "great again!".

After a few rounds, the coach's movements changed, and Ming Chen suddenly realized that he couldn't kick out. The coach pinned his legs, and in a very comfortable posture, he subconsciously punched him.

"Come again!" the coach yelled.

He hadn't learned how to hit the road yet, so Ming Chen punched all by instinct, and he knew he couldn't punch well.

But the coach didn't stop, he could only continue, the irritability accumulated in the morning gradually piled up, the exhaustion followed, and his mind gradually went blank.

A gap suddenly appeared in his line of sight, he didn't even think about an elbow, the next second his arm hurt, the world was spinning, and he was violently thrown to the ground.

"Hmm!" Ming Chen yelled hastily, collapsed on the ground and panted for a while, the coach smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him.

Catching the approach of this hand, Ming Chen almost instinctively raised his hand to cover his face instantly: "Brother, big brother, don't..."

The coach was stunned.

It was obviously begging for mercy, but it sounded like being coquettish to please.Ming Chen heard his own voice, and in the next second, his whole body was swollen from blushing to his ankles.

Embarrassed enough to want to disappear in place.

The coach smiled and pulled him up, paused and said, "Have you practiced it? The legwork is standard and the reaction is quick. Although the movements of the hands are messy, the movements that guided you to do twice will soon be used by yourself." .very talented."

Ming Chen lowered his head and dusted off the ashes.

"It's just that there are some small habits of street fighting in some movements, which need to be changed."

awkward.

And a little anger and shame.

Ming Chen calmed down and his voice trembled a bit.

"Come again," he said.

The coach smiled and made an up gesture.

Ming Chen rushed up and kicked, his eyes were unseasonably sharp, and the corners of his mouth were pursed.He was much more serious than before, with a subtle dissatisfaction and fierce moves.

The coach couldn't resist anymore easily, and finally Ming Chen pressed him on the mat and pointed at his Adam's apple. His arms tightened, and then he let go and patted the ground: "Admit defeat."

Ming Chen got up wheezing, rubbed his eyes, he was a little bit ashamed just now.

"Mingchen, right?" The coach smiled honestly, and jumped up: "It's great, I can't teach you."

"?" Ming Chen was taken aback for a moment, feeling that cold water had been splashed on his head, and he calmed down instantly: "It's not...I..."

"Literally, it doesn't mean you are bad." Coach Zhu took a towel from the sidelines and threw it over his shoulder, took two bottles of water, unscrewed the caps and handed them to Ming Chen.

Ming Chen was still in a daze, a little dazed.

"There are two points," he said: "First, you are very talented, let me waste it here. Second, you."

He pointed at Ming Chen's eyebrows: "It's not quiet enough, it's hostile."

Ming Chen: "..."

No, I'm too lazy to be a salted fish. I was cut off by Liu Na, banned by the photoelectric, and I was not angry by this... where did the hostility come from! ?

"Arrogance is a big taboo for martial arts practitioners. If you are not calm, you will not be able to perform well." Coach Zhu went to the sidelines and brought back a business card, and handed it to Ming Chen.

"Let me tell my master, you can go there for a few days when you have time, and let him guide you." He said with a smile: "Your tuition fee will not be charged."

Ming Chen turned over the business card.

Fengshan Mingwu Hall.A certain enlightened monk.Address: Mingwu Hall, Chanxin Temple, No. 387, Fengshan Road, Fengshan District, Chongshi City.Phone: xxxxxxxxxxxx...

Mingchen looked at the business card carefully again, and confirmed that the monk still had his business card, and the monk still had his mobile phone.

Eye-opener.

"Thank you coach." Ming Chen tried his best to calm himself down and bowed.