Chapter 14: Is it a master?

The President's Support Association is a rigorous and powerful organization, which originated in the Maple Group, and is known to include 80% of the female employees of the Maple Group, which can be said to be the largest organization of the Maple Group.

With the help of Fengfeng Group, the 'President's Support Club' is constantly opening up to the outside world and adding reserve members.

I even heard my sister and younger brother brag about what they said that this powerful organization with a 'political party' structure once almost participated in the Standing Committee as an opposition party......

And the creator and current president of the support club is a secretary of my sister.

Well, now it's all connected.

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth twitched, and he glanced at Chen Wen, who was full of joy and looked like a little fan girl next to him.

Was the high cold just now all pretended?

Was all the ability just now pretended?

I didn't expect you to be such a little secretary!

......

The next day, noon.

"Feng Shao, we still haven't found anyone today." A group of younger brothers surrounded Feng Shaohao and complained.

"We searched the entire department and the dormitory, but we still couldn't find it."

Feng Shaohao sat on the side with a gloomy face: "Didn't find it?" So you mean to make me feel angry? ”

He was slapped in the face in front of the public at that time, and the goddess who could have happened maybe something was gone, and this face was lost!

Now whoever he looks at, it seems that he is secretly pointing at him behind his back, saying something inconsiderable, and even this group of little brothers has been beaten a lot.

The younger brothers smiled bitterly, and they didn't know what to say.

"Feng Shao, that kid casually took out so much money in one go, maybe his family is not so easy to deal with, let's not ......" a younger brother said in a low voice.

Feng Shaohao's face turned angry, and he punched him directly.

Bang!

The younger brother's nose was beaten and bloodied.

"Bastard! You're trying to see me humiliated, aren't you? Feng Shaohao said angrily, punching and kicking.

The little brothers next to him hurriedly went over to pull, although this young man was also generous, but this temper ......

Feng Shaohao gasped, he naturally knew that it would be absolutely difficult to deal with someone who could take out a million people to give away in one go.

But he can't deal with it, so he can let someone else come!

Like what...... Hehe, the eldest young master who was slapped by An Yuqing, he wanted to wait for An Yuqing to come over and beg for mercy, but because of Chu Feng's interference, he would not move anything?

"Feng Shao, rest the anger, rest the anger, I don't think that kid is from our school?" A younger brother said softly.

"You see, we went to the teachers today, and we searched all the classrooms of the art and design department, the acting department, the career management department, and the director department, but we didn't see anyone else."

"Counting the work of the previous two days, we have searched the entire academy."

Feng Shaohao was angry and frowned.

Indeed, there were a few eldest young masters in the academy that he didn't know, how could one suddenly pop up.

"Could it be that it's really from a foreign school?" Feng Shaohao squinted his eyes and said in his heart.

Of course, Chu Feng is not from a foreign school, he is a student of the serious Shanghai Drama Academy.

So why did Feng Shaohao's people find the director department, but they haven't found Chu Feng's figure?

Quite simply, he skipped class......

In the park, which was five kilometers away from the school, Chu Feng was running and stopping in the park, tired himself, gasping for breath.

"Ma Dan, those who learn martial arts, do they have to be so tired every day?"

The park is secluded, with lush lawns, neatly built shrubs, carefully cultivated flowers, and silent trees, and street lamps casting an orange halo.

Chu Feng sat on the park bench panting, sweat dripping down his cheeks. The lungs are like old blowers, whirring.

Occasionally, there were vehicles speeding by on the side of the road, and a few old men and old ladies walked together, and they also fed Chu Feng a bowl of aged dog food by the way.

After getting the Tai Chi skill book, he was finally ready to start exercising.

Anyway, it's boring to go to class, so it's better to exercise, and maybe you can complete your dream of becoming a martial arts master sooner.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Feng finally recovered and stood still on the lawn of the park.

Take it lightly and pull the stance. Holding both hands virtually, slowly rotating, pressing down with the left hand, raising the right hand, the distance between the hands reaches the extreme, and then slowly closes, and then takes the dantian as the heart, and draws a big circle with both arms.

With his knees slightly bent, his breathing became fast and slow, with a sense of rhythm and a unique charm with his body movements.

I don't know if my eyes are closed, I empty my brain, I don't think about anything, I just instinctively follow my mind, sometimes stretching, sometimes slamming, sometimes imaginary......

Steel and softness go hand in hand, and there are needles hidden in the cotton, which seems to be bland, but it is faintly dangerous.

In a trance, a warm current seemed to rise in the dantian, surging to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the whole body was comfortable, which also made Chu Feng play more supple.

Tai Chi is born without limits, the opportunity of movement and stillness, and the mother of yin and yang. If it moves, it is divided, and if it is still, it is combined. If you don't do it, you can stretch it out with the song......

I don't know how long it took, Chu Feng finally stopped his movements and opened his eyes.

If anyone notices, they will notice that his eyes seem to flash with a lightning-like look.

"Huh? It's so late, huh? Chu Feng raised his head, okay, it's dark, it is estimated that there is no seven o'clock, but six o'clock.

There are already a lot of roadside stalls set up, and there are many more elderly people walking.

"How long have I been practicing?"

He's been practicing since the morning, and he doesn't feel the passage of time?

Grunt......

"Well, the hunger is felt now." Chu Feng shrugged his shoulders, he decided to go back and treat his stomach.

As for the game...... The world is big, the dinner is the biggest, and then talk about it after eating!

As soon as I walked out of the park, two people walked over.

A woman in a white practice uniform supported an old man in Tang costumes, who was nearly eighty years old.

Very strange combination.

Especially the woman in the practice shirt with a ponytail, her face is cold, her chest is straight, and she is tall. It was not inferior to Chu Yuewei in the slightest, and it was a little more heroic.

"There are still people wearing Tang costumes?" Chu Feng just glanced at it and didn't care anymore.

However, when the three of them passed by, the old man in Tang costume suddenly trembled, and a pair of eyes stared at him.

Especially staring at the swaying of Chu Feng's body when he walked, the leisurely rhythm, and the long breathing.

"What's wrong, grandpa?" The woman in the practice shirt glanced at Chu Feng and asked in a low voice, "This person ...... Is there something wrong? ”

A fiery fighting spirit flashed in her eyes, could she be a master?

The old man was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head: "It's nothing, it should be a coincidence." ”

"After all, that set of kung fu has been lost for nearly a hundred years......"