"Creaky", "Creaky".
The streets on a winter night were sparsely lit.
A tricycle covered with traces of time and with its primer exposed drove slowly.
The bucket shook slightly, and the wheel hub turned dryly.
The wind blew in with a chill, making the atmosphere even more desolate.
Fang Cheng held the handlebars with his hands and stepped on the pedals, trying to ride more steadily.
So that this second-hand car, which could not bear the weight, could reduce the bumps during driving.
"Xiu Mei, how much money did you make tonight?"
Seeing that his friend who grew up with him said very little along the way, Fang Cheng took on the role of livening up the atmosphere.
"I don’t know, I need to calculate first."
Hearing this question, Zhou Xiu Mei, who was sitting behind him, immediately made a rustling sound of groping.
Then there was the rustling sound of paper flipping.
As if she was in a good mood, she took out her notebook and simply sat in the truck bed to count the accounts.
"The first transaction, the sale of the bear doll, the income was 35 yuan."
"The second transaction, the sale of the persimmon Ruyi ornaments, the income was 19 yuan, the total is…"
She carefully recorded each bill in the notebook to calculate the cost and profit.
Suddenly, Zhou Xiumei said in a slightly surprised tone:
"Brother Cheng, my total income tonight is actually more than 200 yuan for the first time!"
She couldn’t wait to share her joy.
However, she didn’t feel happy for long, and then she let out a long sigh.
It was like a bleak wind, gently brushing past his ears.
Fang Cheng looked back at Zhou Xiumei, who was wrapped in a scarf and frowned.
"Why don’t you put the bill for today’s loss on my head? After all, I was the one who threw those guys away."
"How can that be possible!"
Zhou Xiumei was immediately a little anxious, and her weak voice became a few notes higher:
"Don’t think too much, I just sighed that I’m so unlucky. I haven’t done anything completely satisfactory since I was a child…"
Fang Cheng was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked:
"Xiumei, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future, or what dreams you have?"
"Dream?"
Zhou Xiumei was stunned when she heard this, and her eyes were a little confused.
"For example, open a handicraft shop, do business, and be a boss in the future."
Fang Cheng tried to guide her.
"No."
Zhou Xiumei immediately shook her head like a rattle:
"Opening a store is too risky. I can make more than 100 yuan a day by setting up a stall, and I am very satisfied."
Fang Cheng continued in a serious tone:
"Xiumei, the reason why you always feel that everything is not going well for you is that you lack dreams."
"Once a person has a dream, he will add a kind of power called belief."
"This power can make you look down on temporary gains and losses, have the courage to challenge difficulties, and regain the meaning of life."
"So, I think you can try to find your own dream."
Listening to Fang Cheng’s words as if he had experienced it, Zhou Xiumei’s eyes were hazy, with some insights and some doubts.
After saying so much, she gradually opened up and asked carefully:
"Brother Cheng, you have been practicing martial arts. Is your dream to play professional games?"
This time it was Fang Cheng’s turn to shake his head:
"Some things are too early to say now."
"But there should be an answer soon. Then I will tell you secretly like when I was a child."
As he said, he smiled at her mysteriously.
Zhou Xiumei’s mouth corners slightly raised, and then she pursed her lips and restrained her smile.
She raised her eyes and exhaled a small breath of hot air.
Looking at the tall back close at hand, her heart suddenly beat faster.
As if similar to the past, some secrets were quietly blooming between the two of them.
The voices were like the breeze blowing by.
Unconsciously, the tube-shaped building with dim lights has emerged under the night sky.
No matter how dark and cold the night is.
A new and bright day will always come…………
December 3.
Thursday, 12:30 p.m.
Global Elite Fighting Club.
Coach Hu walked into the No. 2 training hall slowly with a thermos cup in hand.
In fact, he rarely comes to this place.
Looking around, there are students wearing white uniforms, preparing for class, practicing some fancy things.
What karate, kendo, taekwondo.
It just so happens that these projects have good commercial promotion and are most sought after by fashionable young people.
Therefore, they are valued by the club’s top management and are specially arranged in the No. 2 hall with a brand new decoration and better facilities.
Boxing, Sanda, Muay Thai, and Jiu-Jitsu, which are more practical, can only be squeezed in Hall No. 1.
The boxing department that Coach Hu is in charge of had a better performance than karate a while ago, which made him brag about it for a long time.
But now he suddenly lost his confidence.
The changes during this period were all due to the appearance and departure of that young man.
Thinking of this, Coach Hu looked forward.
I saw a group of people gathered together, which seemed extremely lively.
Most of them were students wearing training clothes, and there were also several coaches and employees from other departments.
In the middle of this group of people, there stood a young man with a fair face and a gentle temperament.
"Master Xu, you are here so early!"
Coach Hu stepped forward and shouted loudly to the crowd.
Xu Maocai glanced at him coldly, then turned his head away, obviously not wanting to pay attention.
Coach Hu smiled secretly.
He just deliberately greeted someone who had a similar experience to avenge his poaching.
"Everyone is here, let’s start."
The head coach of the karate department suddenly stood up and spoke.
Since the main purpose of recruiting a sparring partner this time is to make up for the originalThe department is short of staff.
So, he should also be responsible for the on-site assessment.
As long as he signs and agrees, even if the new sparring partner passes the test, he can then go to the Human Resources Department to get the employment contract.
As for the coaches from other departments gathered at the scene, they can only play a supervisory role to prevent cheating.
Of course, this does not mean that if you choose a certain department, you can only be a sparring partner in that department.
In principle, sparring is a technical job that can be adjusted flexibly.
If other coaches take a fancy to you, and the department happens to be short of staff.
Then, after signing at the Human Resources Department, you also have the right to hire the other party.
Coach Hu and Xu Maocai have no interest in the specific matters of recruiting sparring partners.
The two of them always look at the young figure in the center of the crowd, each with their own thoughts.
Fang Cheng, who was surrounded by onlookers, was calm and relaxed.
He first did a few single-leg squats, then stretched his arms, crackling his joints.
Then he nodded and responded:
"I can start now."
The first test was continuous push-ups.
It mainly tests a person’s physical endurance and cardiopulmonary function, as well as the most important upper limb strength as a sparring partner.
At this moment, there was a counter with a red button on the ground in front of Fang Cheng.
When the forehead hits the button, the electronic display will sound and count once.
This ensures that the posture is standard while preventing the occurrence of miscounts.
Fang Cheng exhaled lightly, then supported himself with his hands, straightened his back, and leaned over.
The first standard two-arm push-up was completed very smoothly, steadily and powerfully.
If the action was scored on the field, it would definitely be a situation where everyone raised a full score card.
Coach Hu and other coaches couldn’t help but nod.
Fitness is like martial arts. You can tell whether you are good or not by the first move.
Don’t be fooled by the gentle and thin appearance of this young man.
Just these two moves show that he definitely has the habit of exercising.
Fang Cheng continued to do the movements with a rhythmic frequency, not too fast or too slow, and neat and tidy.
The posture was also impeccable, and he was obviously well prepared.
Coach Hu raised his lips slightly and muttered to himself:
“I didn’t realize this kid had a trick up his sleeve. It’s interesting…”
And Xu Maocai, who was standing next to him, had a complicated look in his eyes.
