Looking at the rapidly assembled national arts team, Zeng Xiaoxian praised from the bottom of his heart: "Yifei, I can't see it, the quality of your students is still very high!"

Hu Yifei looked at the students standing in several rows and said, "Really, why do I think they are still far behind?" The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info: "From the moment he entered the Guoshu Museum, Hu Yifei began to become strict.

"Yifei, I think your requirements are too high. Zeng Xiaoxian said.

Hu Yifei was about to speak, a boy ran over, and one said loudly: "Report to Coach Hu, the national martial arts team has been assembled, and there should be 77 people, but there are 60 people, 10 people are on sick leave, and 7 people are out of the team." ”

After listening to the report, Hu Yifei sternly glanced at the line of students, frowned and said: "I don't care about the 7 people who quit the team, 10 people have to take sick leave, if you don't arrive at the Guoshu Hall within 10 minutes, you will never come!" After speaking, Hu Yifei smashed his fist on the table in front of him, and a fist-sized hole appeared on the table in an instant.

The student captain looked at the fist hole that appeared on the table, shook involuntarily, and said loudly: "It's Coach Hu, I'll notify them immediately!"

"Yifei, are you too strict with these students?!" Zeng Xiaoxian watched the student team go away for a long time before saying to Hu Yifei.

Hu Yifei was moving his hands and feet, and when he heard Zeng Xiaoxian's words, he asked, "Is it strict?"

"Yes, they are just a group of lovers of national arts, not professional national arts athletes. Zeng Xiaoxian said.

Hu Yifei finished his activities, stood in front of Zeng Xiaoxian and said: "It is because they are not professional national martial arts athletes that I have to be more strict with them, because they have a big gap with professional national martial arts athletes, and my task is to train them hard, strive to narrow the gap, and even surpass professional athletes, so that I can get the championship trophy back in the national martial arts competition." ”

"I think ......" Zeng Xiaoxian was about to say something, but was interrupted by Hu Yifei: "Zeng Xiaoxian, recognize your current identity, now you are my teaching assistant!"

Zeng Xiaoxian also wanted to give Hu Yifei some advice and continued: "Okay, I'm just ...... as a friend"

Hu Yifei interrupted Zeng Xiaoxian's words again and said, "Attention, you are an assistant coach, and you are in the Guoshu Pavilion, please call me Coach Hu!"

"Well, you have the final say. Zeng Xiaoxian found that the current Hu Yifei was simply not in oil and salt, and said speechlessly.

The student captain ran over again and shouted, "Report!"

Hu Yifei looked straight ahead and said loudly: "Say!"

"All 10 people on sick leave will return to the team, please instruct. ”

Hu Yifei looked at the 10 students who had just come to the Guoshu Pavilion, nodded and said, "Very good, all of them are listed!" The students who had just arrived quickly returned to the queue of students.

Zeng Xiaoxian found that the 10 students who had just arrived all seemed to have some minor injuries, some of them walked with some crutches, and some obviously had some bandages on their heads or other parts. Zeng Xiaoxian asked strangely, "Why are they all injured?!"

Hu Yifei said lightly: "I hit it." ”

"Why?" Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't believe it when he heard Hu Yifei's words.

"To make them stronger!"

"Then you can't hit anyone!"

"I didn't hit anyone," Mr. Hu said.

"You just said that you hit it. Zeng Xiaoxian questioned Hu Yifei's words.

Hu Yifei didn't want to explain, but Zeng Xiaoxian was not a professional teaching assistant after all, and he was his friend, so he explained: "They were injured when they were training with me. ”

"Then you're too heavy. Zeng Xiaoxian was still dissatisfied with Hu Yifei's violence against the students.

Hu Yifei was a little impatient: "Assistant Teacher Zeng, you go and tell the students to warm up first, run 50 times back and forth, and then gather here." ”

"Oh," Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Hu Yifei, who was not in the oil and salt, and had no choice but to inform the students.

After 50 round-trip runs, the students reassembled. Hu Yifei began to speak: "Look at your appearance, you are tired of this bear after only 50 round-trip runs, just like this, how can you win the championship of the Demon Capital National Arts Competition, how to win the championship of the National National Arts Competition!!!"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the students who were trained by Hu Yifei, and felt a burst of sympathy, thinking that fortunately Hu Yifei was not his national arts coach, and he was stricter than his special training in the National Intelligence Bureau.

"Today, I'm going to teach you the special moves in the national arts, all of which are one-hit kills. Hu Yifei finished his lecture and started a new national arts course.

Hearing that Hu Yifei had a new national arts course, the students collectively gasped, and a few students involuntarily took a step back.

"Those who took a step back were out of the ranks," Hu Yifei shouted.

Several students walked out tremblingly, and Hu Yifei shouted again: "Two hundred push-ups per person, hurry!"

Hearing Hu Yifei's words, several students showed inexplicable smiles and quickly fell to the ground and started push-ups.

Hu Yifei continued to explain today's lesson, the national art nirvana.

After completing the two hundred push-ups, the students returned to the queue and left, and Hu Yifei's nirvana decomposition action was also explained.

"Now, I'm going to demonstrate the nirvana in action. As soon as Hu Yifei's words were finished, the students took a step back almost at the same time. Hu Yifei glared at the students who took a step back and shouted, "A bunch of waste!" and then pointed at Zeng Xiaoxian and said, "This is the teaching assistant I invited today, Teacher Zeng, and he will demonstrate the nirvana with me just now." ”

As soon as Hu Yifei's words fell, the students welcomed Zeng Xiaoxian's appearance with warm applause.

Zeng Xiaoxian stretched out his hands to signal the students not to applaud, and then said: "Students, I ......" Zeng Xiaoxian didn't finish speaking, he felt a whole wind hitting his head, Zeng Xiaoxian instinctively avoided it, only to hear Hu Yifei say: "Assistant Teacher Zeng, I didn't expect you to avoid my sneak attack." Saying that, Hu Yifei kicked Zeng Xiaoxian again, Zeng Xiaoxian rolled and dodged Hu Yifei's killing move, and shouted: "Hu Yifei, you are crazy, how to recruit and hit the key point!"

"Nonsense, the lesson I taught today is nirvana!" said another punch to Zeng Xiaoxian's chest, this time Zeng Xiaoxian did not dodge, and was knocked to the ground by a punch: "Hu Yifei, you are crazy!

"Demonstration is actual combat, training is actual combat, otherwise how can national art progress just by training. Saying that, Hu Yifei kicked Zeng Xiaoxian again, who had just stood up, and Zeng Xiaoxian rolled on the ground several times after falling to the ground......

The students of the national martial arts team looked at the lesson demonstration of Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian seriously (Zeng: Obviously, I have been beaten well), and muttered in a low voice: "This Teacher Zeng is not so good?"

"You're wrong, I don't know what the level of this Zeng teacher's national arts is, but the ability to resist blows is absolutely strong, I just fainted after being punched by Coach Hu yesterday. A student with a bandage on his head said.

"Don't say anything, hurry up and watch the demonstration, we don't need our students to demonstrate by themselves, it's already God bless, hurry up and learn, and you don't have to be beaten by that teacher Zeng." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"This Teacher Zeng is so pitiful!"

"Yes, yes!"

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Zeng Xiaoxian felt that it had been a long time before Hu Yifei stopped demonstrating his national arts. "Students, did you understand the demonstration just now?" asked Hu Yifei.

"See!" the students replied in unison.

Hu Yifei glanced at his students and said with great satisfaction: "Since they have all learned, I will conduct a drill in pairs, and I will do spot checks in a while!"

"Yes!" the students began to practice after listening to Hu Yifei's words.

"Zeng Xiaoxian, are you okay?" asked Hu Yifei as he walked up to Zeng Xiaoxian, who was still lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.

Zeng Xiaoxian opened his eyes and looked at Hu Yifei and said, "Yifei, you called me today, didn't you, just to beat me, right?! I don't seem to have provoked you, right?"

"Of course not!" Hu Yifei said: "I just conduct daily teaching exercises. ”

"The teaching drill used a sneak attack, and it was so heavy!" Zeng Xiaoxian questioned.

"I just want to use your teaching demonstration to tell my students that if you want to defeat your opponent in the arena, you have to use any means to defeat your opponent, and you have to use your strongest tricks to hit your opponent. After Hu Yifei finished speaking, he saw that Zeng Xiaoxian had already stood up: "Can't you see that you are quite resistant to beating?!"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter, I didn't let you beat you down, are you not satisfied?"

"Well, it's kind of interesting!" Hu Yifei clenched his fists with both hands, took a deep breath and rushed over again.

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Hu Yifei who was calling him and shouted: "The demonstration is over......!

"Fight!" Hu Yifei punched out......

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(To be continued)