In the middle of summer in August, the sun is blazing.

There was not even a hint of wind in the afternoon, and the thick air seemed to freeze, so hot that it made people panic. The heat on the road distorted under the scorching sun, making the figure of the hurried pedestrian a little unreal. Amid the chirping of cicadas all over the trees, only the figure of a girl stood motionless outside the glass window of the storefront on the street.

Jiang Qiao had been standing there for some time, the thin shirt on her back had already been soaked with sweat, and the broken hair on her forehead was wilting along the sweat trail on her round face, looking a little funny. Her eyes were glued to the glass, staring intently inside. Inside the glass was a group of half-grown children about her age, wearing a white practice uniform of Yishui, taking a martial arts class. Every summer vacation, such martial arts classes are all over the streets, and they are very popular with parents. This martial arts hall is newly opened, the decoration is very high-grade, the advertisements are also very loud, and leaflets are all over the street.

Jiang Qiao looked down at the colorful flyer in her hand that had been pinched a little wrinkled by her, with a few powerful photos and a few lines of big characters printed on it: Chengyi Martial Arts Museum opened a summer kung fu school, and the masters of Guoshu gathered together to teach authentic Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, Tai Chi, grappling, children's martial arts and women's self-defense, teaching you how to overcome the strong with softness and defeat the strong with the weak......

Defeat the strong with the weak......

It was these four words that attracted her and made her stand outside for a long time in the 38° heat. But there is only one reason why she hesitates, and that is that there is no girl in it.

Just as he was hesitating, the class inside was over, and a group of teenagers poured out of the door laughing and playing, and soon dispersed.

Jiang Qiao plucked up the courage to push the door and walked in. There is a large poster in a conspicuous position at the door, and the poster shows a middle-aged man in a long robe, posing and looking very imposing. There are also a few big characters printed on the side: Wing Chun authentic Liu Mingchuan, the closed disciple of Pei Zongyuan, the master of Taishan Beidou in the national art world.

A flat-headed man greeted her warmly and asked her if she was going to register for class, Jiang Qiao nodded. Pingtou was very skilled in business, and immediately quoted the prices of several different boxing classes, ranging from two thousand to six thousand, and asked her which one she wanted to learn. Jiang Qiao smacked his tongue when he heard this, silently calculated his pitiful pocket money in his heart, and then plucked up the courage to ask: "That...... Are there any discounts for students......? Not that much money......"

The flat-headed face was less enthusiastic.

"You can go and inquire, our masters who teach here are all well-known grandmaster-level figures in the national art world. The price is really not high. Why don't you go back and talk to your parents?"

Jiang Qiao bit her lip and didn't squeak, she really wanted to learn, but her mother would definitely not agree, otherwise she wouldn't have to secretly save money by herself.

Just as he was hesitating, another person came in the doorway. Pingtou immediately dropped her and greeted her warmly: "This little brother, is he here to register for the summer class?"

Jiang Qiao turned his head to see that there was a white young man standing in front of the poster at the door, tall, thin and straight, with a slight arrogance on the corners of his mouth, staring intently at the poster at the door.

Pingtou immediately turned on the commercial boasting mode: "Little brother, you really have a vision, our Master Liu Mingchuan is the authentic successor of Wing Chun, and the closed disciple of the famous grandmaster Pei Zongyuan Pei Lao in the national art world." Other martial arts halls can't invite such a big-name master, and the people who come to our Master Liu to sign up for boxing are about to break their heads! Of course, the fees are relatively high, and the summer class is six thousand eight, including teaching and baohui!"

The young man turned his head, with no expression on his face, and asked lightly: "...... He is Pei Zongyuan's closed disciple?"

Pingtou shook his head proudly: "Of course, if it's fake, how about it, do you want to apply for his class?"

"Nope. ”

Pingtou was puzzled, "Then what are you here for?"

The boy reached out and tore the poster, and a cold voice exploded in the hall.

"I'm going to challenge him. ”