Less British Art Gym!

Mu Chen led An An and stood in front of a slightly dilapidated building.

This is a martial arts practice hall in Jinling City, focusing on teaching children's martial arts, but what is interesting is that compared with the booming scene of a taekwondo gym called "Qingtao Pavilion" in the Olympic Sports Center opposite, the door of the young British martial arts hall is full of birds, and it is deserted.

"Baba, where are we going?"

An An put on the newly bought clothes and asked with a smile.

"An An, is it okay for Baba to teach you kung fu?" Mu Chen took An An's little hand and pointed to the Young British Art Hall.

That's right, Mu Chen's idea now is to take the opportunity of teaching An An to practice kung fu to get rid of some of her pampered little problems, after all, practicing martial arts is very hard, and it is also very good at sharpening people!

"Kung Fu?"

An An was eager to try, but soon, she was attracted by the noisy scene across the road, and immediately stared at Mu Chen with pleading eyes: "Baba, it's so lively over there, An An really wants to go and see it." ”

Her eyes were sharp, and she clearly saw that there were many children over there, and there were many people crowded together, very lively, and laughter was heard from time to time.

"Okay. ”

Mu Chen nodded, picked up An An, walked to the Olympic Sports Center opposite, and after pushing away the crowd, he looked stunned and smiled slightly.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

An An's eyes lit up, and a few seconds later, he clapped his little hands excitedly, watching a handsome big brother jump high, volley and kick, kicking a wooden board suspended in mid-air in half on the spot.

It turned out that this taekwondo gym called "Qingtao Pavilion" was holding a performance, which attracted many parents and children.

Especially when the big brother wearing a handsome white taekwondo practice uniform performed several handsome and cool actions such as "flying back wheel kick", "360° turn side kick", "volley kick" and so on, it was exciting and exciting, and the scene suddenly burst into excited cheers.

"That's amazing!"

"Mama, I want to learn, woo, I want to learn......"

Many of the children were stunned, clapping their little hands and cheering.

Subsequently, the scene sounded the coquettish voices of a group of children, and the staff of Qingtao Hall also greeted them with a smile on their faces, enthusiastically explaining to parents the various benefits of learning taekwondo, such as exercising children's bodies, tempering their will, and teaching them strong and resilient character.

After a while, most of the parents were pulled by their children to the registration point with a wry smile.

"Baba!"

An An's little eyes became brighter and brighter, puffing out her small mouth, looking at Mu Chen playfully, and said excitedly: "Baba, I want to learn that too!"

She pointed to the registration point of taekwondo, and pulled Mu Chen with one hand and was about to run over excitedly.

"An An!"

Mu Chen's expression was calm, and after a slight smile, he asked, "Do you want to learn taekwondo?"

"Hmm!"

An An nodded heavily.

At this time, Mu Chen was a little scoffed, shook his head and refused: "What's the point of taekwondo, Dad taught you to practice national arts!"

"What is the national art?" An An asked curiously.

"National art is martial arts, the kung fu passed down from our ancestors!" Mu Chen squatted down and said solemnly.

"But ......"

An An looked at the handsome big brother, received the children, and issued a set of practice clothes, and the children couldn't wait to put on the white practice clothes, and then tied the black belt, and suddenly a heroic and handsome and tough atmosphere came to the face, which made An An stunned.

"Look good!"

An An's eyes couldn't move, and she screamed in surprise.

Seeing the little girl's expression, Mu Chen secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly pulled An An and pulled her back to the Shao Ying Art Hall.

"Woo, baba, I don't want to learn kung fu, I want to learn taekwondo, I want to learn taekwondo!"

Under the expression of this little girl who was aggrieved and about to cry, Mu Chen pulled her into the Young British Art Hall.

Well, the first impression is that it is shabby.

However, the environment was quite clean, Mu Chen glanced around and found that there were very few students, compared to the hot scene of the Qingtao Pavilion opposite, it seemed extremely quiet here.

"Hello, do you want to help your child sign up to learn Chinese arts?"

A lively girl who was in charge of the front desk saw Mu Chen's father and daughter walking in, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly greeted them.

"So handsome!"

At the first glance, facing Mu Chen's star-deep eyes, the girl's heart was as if she had been struck by lightning, and then the whole person began to be confused, and her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

"Hello. ”

Mu Chen said hello to the girl, seeing that her expression was a little dazed, and she didn't react for a long time, he couldn't help but cautiously push her: "Hello?"

"Ahh

The girl with delicate facial features and a lively temperament woke up with a startled voice, followed by a slightly red face, lowered her head, and said, "Hello sir, do you want to help the child sign up to learn national arts?"

"That's right, I see that your venue here is quite large and the facilities are quite complete, I want to ask if this venue is open to the public?"

Mu Chen replied, "As for learning national arts, oh, that's not necessary. ”

He thought to himself, I myself am a master of Yixingyi, and I must have come by myself to teach An An, where do I need other people to help?

"Well, yes, sir, the venue is for rent. ”

When the girl heard that the little girl was not here to sign up, she was a little disappointed, but she still showed a warm smile and took Mu Chen and An An to visit.

Ten minutes later, Mu Chen chose a practice room, paid the fee, and walked into the practice room with An An.

An An still pouted, looking unhappy.

"Bad Baba, never play with Baba again!"

She deliberately broke free from Mu Chen's hand, pouted and walked to the side, clasping her hands in front of her chest, expressing her protest against Poop.

But after a while, An An saw that after Baba said a few words to the young lady, the other party smiled and nodded, and then brought a pink dress.

"Mr. Mu, this is the little girl's practice clothes, there are all sizes and sizes, you look at it and change it for the little girl, I hope An An will like it." ”

The last sentence was said to An An'an, and the lively girl waved her hand to An An'an, and withdrew from the practice room with a smile.

"Wow!"

An An couldn't wait to rush forward.

"Baba, give it to me, give it to me!"

The little girl has never seen this style of clothes, and she screamed excitedly in an instant.

Soon, An An changed into a set of pink practice clothes that fit well, the clothes are made of silk cotton, very refreshing and clean, and on the chest and back, there is also a handsome and martial five-clawed golden dragon, An An is happy to see.

"Baba, look good. ”

An An said excitedly, and turned around in place a few times, almost going crazy.

"An An, now Baba has begun to teach you to practice kung fu, remember, what I taught you is Xingyi Boxing...... Forget it, I know you don't understand, follow the movements of Baba to ......"

Mu Chen began to teach An An, his expression pretending to be very serious.

The first lesson is to teach An'an Zama step.

After changing into a practice uniform, An An showed her little hands and long legs, her little face was pink and red, and under the "fierce" gaze of Baba, the little girl bit her lower lip lightly, and had to follow the gesture.

Of course, the little girl didn't know what a horse step was, but Mu Chen was teaching on the side, and after changing her wrong posture, Mu Chen nodded after seeing the little girl put on a slightly sloppy posture of horse step.

"Okay, come on, hold on for ten minutes. ”

Then, he walked to the side by himself, picked up the drink that the lively girl had just brought in and drank it, while staring at An An's movements.

"Goo......

An An walked on his horse and saw Baba drinking soda, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Another minute later.

An An was crying and mourning, and couldn't help complaining aggrievedly: "Baba, my legs are so sore." ”