Chapter 3 My Punch, Twenty Years of Kung Fu!

Wu Liwan brushed the magic sound on the bed, and before he knew it, two hours had passed.

By the time he came to his senses, it was time for dinner.

"Otherwise, let's order takeout. Wu Li suddenly didn't want to move, he kind of understood why Chen Dong could lie in bed for a day and not get down.

However, after watching the video for so long, Wu Li also gained something, he found that the videos that really show traditional martial arts or explain and teach martial arts are not very high, indicating that there are not many people who pay attention, but those videos that can attract attention and have excellent visual effects are popular.

Among them, in addition to jumping high flips, funny and cute, as well as crotch opening and film and television drama editing, etc., there are two kinds of popular and closely related to martial arts, one is to hit or break the video of the real thing with various techniques, such as splitting bricks with bare hands, splitting wine bottles with bare hands, kicking steel pipes, etc., and the other is to demonstrate the use of martial arts in actual combat, two people fight, and dismantle moves.

The use of martial arts in actual combat Wu Li will also, and he can also let his roommate cooperate with the demolition tricks or something, but the person who teaches martial arts in the video is either a gray-haired old man or a Taoist priest with fairy wind and crane bones, and the most unfortunate is also a calm and heavy middle-aged uncle, Wu Li is like this, at first glance, he is a hairy boy, who would believe that he is a martial arts master?

And other people's opponents are all sturdy, and at first glance they are people who have practiced, Wu Li looked at his roommate, Chen Dong was fat like a ball, and there was one who didn't come back, thin like a bamboo pole......

"It seems that I can only show the violent beauty of martial arts. Wu Li sighed.

After receiving the blessing of the steel body, splitting bricks with his bare hands, kicking steel pipes or something was no longer difficult for Wu Li at all.

"Bang!" came a heavy slamming of the door.

Wu Li looked over and saw that it was Wang Xuecheng, the last roommate in the dormitory, who came back, and the other party put down the basketball in his hand with an angry face, "I'm so angry!"

"What's wrong, I lost the game?" asked Chen Dong.

Wang Xuecheng: "Wu Li, Chen Dong, you touch your conscience and say, how do I usually treat you?"

Wu Li frowned, got up and looked at the other party: "What's wrong?"

Wang Xuecheng's tone was sad and indignant: "I treat you as brothers, but what about you?"

Without waiting for Wu Li and Chen Dong to speak, the thing suddenly laughed, "You actually treat me as a father?"

"Damn!" Chen Dong directly threw an empty can over.

Wu Li was also angry and laughed at this goods, Wang Xuecheng is a native of Chuhua City, he is outgoing and loves to play treasures, he is in the bedroom, and the atmosphere is always happy.

The atmosphere in the boys' dormitories is mostly harmonious, probably because everyone wants to be the father of the rest of the people, so naturally they will not be really angry with their sons.

The three of them laughed, Chen Dong talked about Wu Ideal going to be an Internet celebrity in a live broadcast, Wang Xuecheng slapped his thigh after hearing it, "Yes, old Wu, I have a high school classmate who is an anchor on Moyin, and she has tens of thousands of fans, so I will ask her to help you promote it when the time comes." ”

"High school classmates, men and women?" Chen Dong said curiously.

"Girl, my high school class flower. ”

"Yes, Lao Wang, what's the relationship?"

"Classmates, classmates. Wang Xuecheng waved his hand with a smile on his face.

"Seeing that you are smiling so lewdly, you know that the relationship is not ordinary. Wu Li also smiled, "Okay, then I'll notify you when my video is uploaded." ”

"No problem. Wang Xuecheng patted his chest, "But what video are you going to shoot?"

Wu thought for a while, "Let's take a tribute to our predecessors." ”

......

"Okay, you give me his ID number, and I'll help him spread the word when the time comes. ”

"Haha, it's okay, you're welcome. ”

"Okay, well, bye-bye. ”

Zhang Jiaer hung up the phone and sighed.

She is the class flower of Wang Xuecheng High School, because the two are neighbors, the relationship has always been good, this time Wang Xuecheng asked her for help, and she readily agreed.

Zhang Jiaer has been in contact with live broadcast since her freshman year, with the rise of Moyin, she began to post some dancing videos on Moyin to gain fans, she learned dance since she was a child, plus she is beautiful and has a good figure, she quickly has a group of fans on Moyin and earns some pocket money.

These days, eating with your face is no longer a joke.

At the beginning, Zhang Jiaer's fans grew rapidly, but when her number of fans exceeded 50,000, the growth rate stagnated significantly, and even slowly decreased, and the number of active people in the live broadcast room was not as good as once.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that there are a lot of beautiful girls now, Zhang Jiaer does not have a particularly obvious advantage compared with the rest of the female anchors, if you want to be popular, you need luck, and you need the packaging and operation of a professional team.

It's a pity that Zhang Jiaer has been an anchor for more than a year, and she has not been favored by any big company, and the Moyin platform has not asked her to sign a contract.

In addition to some malicious invitations and scammers, several professional Internet celebrity operation teams she has met have no exception to her requirements, all of which hope that her videos can be more bold and open, in other words, they want her to take the sexy and charming route.

Although Zhang Jiaer also wants to be popular, after all, she is still a student, and she can't accept the style that the other party said, so in the end she didn't sign a contract with any team, and now she is just working alone, trying her luck, I don't know when I will become popular.

received a call from Wang Xuecheng today, the other party asked him, a big anchor, to help bring a newcomer, Zhang Jiaer felt a little ironic, what kind of big anchor is she? She actually wants someone to help her increase her fans.

"Ding. ”

On WeChat, Wang Xuecheng sent an ID number.

Zhang Jiaer opened the magic sound and searched for this ID.

"Xingyi - Wu Li. ”

"Promote Chinese martial arts and convince people with reason. ”

The name and introduction are very simple, and the avatar is a back figure wearing a white practice uniform, standing on the top of a mountain to practice boxing.

Zhang Jiaer clicked in and found that this 'Xingyi - Wu Li' was 0 likes, 0 followers, 0 fans, and only one work was released, and the release time was three minutes ago.

"I'm a newcomer. Zhang Jiaer couldn't laugh or cry, she thought that Wang Xuecheng was looking for her help, the other party was at least a person with a certain foundation, even if there were not thousands, hundreds should always have them, right?

"Presumably for fun. Zhang Jiaer clicked on the only work released on this account.

"If you want to practice martial arts, you have to work hard!" said a teenager in a white practice uniform standing on the lawn and facing the camera.

"What is Kung Fu? Kung Fu is honed by time!"

The more Zhang Jiaer listened, the more familiar she felt, and then remembered that this was a line from the movie "Huo Yuanjia".

"My punch, twenty years of hard work, can you stop it?"

As he spoke, the other party walked over to a large tree.

The tree was about as thick as a person hugging each other, and the treetops were snow-white and covered with snow.

After the man in the video finished speaking, he punched the tree.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the trunk shook for a moment, the camera quickly zoomed in, the dry bark splattered, and a visibly recessed fist print appeared on the trunk.

The camera zooms out, and the snow on the treetops falls one after another, like a silver rain.

Between the snowflakes flying, the young man under the tree stood with his hands in his hands, with the bearing of a grandmaster.

"It's so handsome......"

Zhang Jia'er opened her mouth wide and looked at the video with a surprised expression.