Wen Wen hesitated slightly, "This curator ......"

"My name is Wu Feng. The curator smiled rustically.

It turns out that this martial arts hall is named after the curator.

Warmth and kindness flow, "Director Wu." ”

She paused, "Participating in the competition, I personally don't think it's feasible. A-Ning's own wishes are not mentioned, his father's status is special, and he should not be allowed to show his face in public. ”

Wu Feng suddenly showed a little regret, but he still insisted on stuffing a leaflet into the warmth.

"If you change your mind, you can always get in touch with us. ”

Wen Wen roughly scanned the contents of the leaflet and chuckled, "A-Ning has just taken the yellow belt exam, and the competition must be at least a blue belt level, right?"

Curator Wu Feng also smiled, "I'm also a professional, this kid's strength is around the green belt, and there is still a considerable period of time before the competition, so it's not a problem to get a blue belt." ”

"Then you should know that between the blue belt and the green belt, there is not only the difference between the three chapters of Tai Chi and the five chapters of Tai Chi. Warm and sharp response, "I won't tell you, A-Ning has an introverted personality, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it in terms of momentum and voice." ”

"Furthermore, the consistency of movement is not something that can be trained overnight. ”

Hearing this, Wu Feng looked at the warm gaze more seriously, "It seems that you also know something about taekwondo." ”

Most parents don't even know what to assess for each level, let alone the specific differences between the two levels.

The woman in front of her is not good-looking, but she has a style of everyone and speaks decently, so she must not be an ordinary person.

Warm smile, "After a few years of study, I only took three paragraphs, and I smiled." ”

Three paragraphs.

Wu Feng's expression suddenly froze, he is now only at the level of the fourth rank of the black belt, and the third stage has at least the treatment of a top tutor in the martial arts hall.

The woman in front of her, who looks gentle and introverted, turned out to be an expert?

No wonder they can teach such a good child.

"In that case, I can't force it. ”

Warm was about to leave with the little one, when suddenly, the corner of his clothes was pulled.

"A-Ning?" met the little guy's watery pitiful eyes, and his heart softened, "You want to go to the competition?"

The little one grabbed his clothes and nodded his head as if he had made a lot of determination. Under the slightly curled eyelashes, the big eyes flickered.

"I'll discuss it with you, okay?"

Warmth was in no hurry to refuse.

Wu Feng's face was visibly filled with joy.

"Wufeng Gym is the No. 1 Taekwondo Gym in Jiangcheng, how can there be a shortage of people?"

Lu Jingchuan hadn't come yet, so Wen Wen couldn't help but ask.

"Because of this competition," he paused, a little helpless, "there is no prize money, but an entry fee has to be paid." ”

It's warm.

"I have to make this clear to you in advance. ”

When it comes to money, Curator Wu Feng seems to be a lot shorter, and he has a sense of grievance that he is oppressed by life.

"The competition has to be participated in in the provincial capital, and you need to pay for food and drink, pay in advance, and add the cost of registering for the competition, which is about 5,000 yuan for a child. ”

One of the reasons why Wufeng Gym is so popular is that the fee is not high.

Wen Wen immediately understood, "Then why don't you increase the tuition fee? Taekwondo teaching is not easy, so that you can not only screen out students whose family conditions are not very good, but also increase the income of the gym." ”

"When I opened the gym, I initially just hoped that the children would learn taekwondo, and if I was the only one, I would have enough food and clothing. Now I have to support so many teachers that I have to collect tuition fees as a last resort. ”

I see.

In fact, Wen Wen also had the idea of finding a high-end taekwondo gym for A-Ning to study.

She inspected several companies in a row, either the level of the head coach was too low, or the atmosphere was not good.

Although the grade of this Wufeng Daoist Hall is not satisfactory, the person's character is here, and the rest is not so important.

"I'll go back and talk to his father, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. ”

At this time, Lu Jingchuan, who was being warmly chattered, looked at the long queue in front of him and sighed.

Traffic jam, as soon as I went out, I encountered a traffic jam.

It's not early, it's not late, it's not a holiday, and Lu Jingchuan never dreamed that he would be blocked on the elevated road.

Looking at the current situation, it will take at least half an hour to drive this road of less than 200 meters.

He suddenly remembered that Wen Wen had deliberately asked him to carry a handbag.

It looks like there's a plastic box in it?

He suddenly became a little curious, and picked up the handbag on the co-pilot.

Only...... Just take a look?

He took the box out, stunned by the temperature transmitted to his hand through the hard plastic.

It turned out to be a lunch box.

The cartoon pattern on the box seems to be exactly what the little one likes.

The devil sent the gods, and he opened the lid.

When Nuan received the news of Lu Jingchuan's traffic jam, he was confused.

She almost thought that it was Lu Jingchuan who really didn't think about how to explain Xi Muzhi's matter, so he made up such a clumsy excuse.

Later, I checked the real-time traffic conditions of that section of the road, and I couldn't laugh or cry.

"Wait a minute, you're stuck in traffic. Warmth rubbed the little one's head.

However, it is a good choice to talk about things at this time.

Warmth: What do you think about the curator of the taekwondo gym inviting A-Ning to participate in a toddler taekwondo competition?

When Lu Jingchuan received this sentence, half of the lunch box in the lunch box had already been eaten.

I didn't eat much in the morning, but after a busy morning, I couldn't help but see the bento with harmonious colors and attractive aromas.

The warm news ripped his sanity back.

This bento is probably prepared for the little guy with warmth, but now it is eaten by himself......

At this time, the attitude should be good.

Lu Jingchuan quickly tapped the virtual keyboard of the chat interface and responded: Just ask him his own opinion.

"His father said," Wen Wen couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Baba as he looked at his Wu Feng and the little one, "let him decide." ”

"In that case, let's add a friend and go back and finalize the specific matters. ”

It was a happy ending, but Wen Wen negotiated with Director Wu Feng for a while, and before he could sit down, he received a second message from Lu Jingchuan.

Lu Jingchuan: I was too hungry on the road, so I ate Aning's bento.

A warm smile immediately froze on his face.

This guy isn't sick, is he?

However, he must have been hungry.

In the morning, I specially brought her breakfast, but because I wanted to stay in good condition, I participated in a high-precision complex meeting, and reluctantly put two pieces of sugar in my mouth.

"If Curator Wu has nothing else to do, we will wait outside slowly, and it is not appropriate to stay with you all the time. ”

"Please—"

Warmth led the little one and walked to the corridor facing the door.

On a row of seats in front of the corridor, a few people sat sparsely.

"Find a place to sit and rest for a while. ”

It's really hard to look at him warmly.

The weather is hot, and I have just done a lot of difficult movements.

The little one's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his fleshy little hand, hooked his warm fingers, and walked towards the row of seats.

Found an empty two-seater, and was about to sit down to rest, when he heard a young man with a cigarette next to him speak in an unkind tone.

"Ugly, get out of here. ”