Earth, China, Liao Province.

By July, the weather in Ben Thanh was getting hot and dry.

In front of the curved floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the Qunhao Martial Arts Club, a young man with a healthy complexion stood. The boy was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with short black hair, plain sportswear, revealing wheat-colored skin, not tall, but his body was as straight as a benchmark, his facial features were well-defined, and his eyes were bright and bright.

At this time, he was holding an A4 piece of paper in his left hand, and he said something in his mouth, "The interview is bound to be successful Rule 1: Be confident and believe that you are the best candidate." Interview Success Rule 2: Echo the interviewer, make a good impression on him, and have his own unique opinions; Interview Success Rule 3: Be ......"

"Number 6! Wanli Yang! A clear female voice came.

“…… Ay! At! The young man hurriedly responded, folded the A4 paper in his hand and stuffed it into the trash can on the side, and trotted away in the direction of the female voice.

Walking through the hall in direct sunlight and into the corridor, the cool air of the air conditioner cleared his drowsy mind a little. He slowed his pace and strode forward with his chest held high.

'Interview Success Rule 1: Be confident and be sure you're the right choice! ’

Even if a strong man with a tiger's back and a height of more than 190 looked at him with a strange gaze and staggered past him, the boy did not squint!

'This is number 5? The opponent is quite strong, but I am not afraid! ’

Ahead, a young woman in professional attire greeted the young man, "Wan Liyang, right?" ”

"Yes, good sister." The teenager responded politely.

"There are really interviewers at such a young age." The professional-dressed woman smiled, "Hello, little brother." Manager Jiang is waiting for you in room 202, good luck! By the way, remember to knock on the door before entering. ”

"Got it, thank you sister for reminding me."

In front of room 202, the teenager took a deep breath, looked at the professional-dressed woman who smiled at him not far away, and muttered in a low voice: "75 points for appearance, 80 points for temperament, 90 points for dealing with people, big companies are different, the quality of an ordinary assistant is so high, it is a world of difference from where I used to work...... Call! Jesus Christ, Amitabha Buddha Avalokiteshvara bless, heavenly spirit, earth spirit, this interview will definitely work! ”

Da Da Da ......

"Please come in!"

The boy straightened his clothes, pushed the door open, and carefully closed the door.

"Hello, Manager Jiang. I am Wan Liyang, the No. 6 interviewer, and the position I applied for is a one-on-one coach of the summer quasi-high school college entrance examination sprint martial arts cram school. ”

Sitting behind his desk, Manager Jiang was a young man of about 24 or 5 years old. The dress was very casual, with big shorts, a big tank top, and exposed arms and legs that were twice as thick as a teenager. But it's not fat, it's robust!

The boy has no different color. This is a martial arts club, and that's how an interviewer should be.

Manager Jiang nodded heavily at the young man and motioned for him to sit down. Then he lowered his head and looked at the page in front of him.

"Your name is Wanli...... Poplar? ”

"No, no, no, it's not a compound surname, my surname is Wan, and my name is Li Yang. But everyone usually calls me Wanli, and you can call me that. ”

Manager Jiang smiled arrogantly: "Wanli...... Good name. Wanli Yang, Yang Wanli, is very similar to the name of the famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. ”

“…… Thanks for the compliment! Wanli blinked, and did not correct that Yang Wanli was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. If you come up, let the interviewer make a mess, it will explode instantly, right?

"You just turned 18 and just graduated from high school, why did you apply for the job?"

Wan Li calmed down and said: "Because the position of one-on-one coach of the summer college entrance examination sprint martial arts cram school is very suitable for me, and it can even be said that I am the best choice!" I have just finished the college entrance examination, and I know the college entrance examination center best, and I can conduct targeted training for the students. I'm also close to them in age, so I can communicate better with each other! ”

Manager Jiang shook his head heavily: "It's good to have self-confidence." Age proximity is indeed an advantage, but your strength is closer. Your martial arts level is Hey Qu, and most of the prospective high school juniors are also Hey Qu level. How do you coach them?

Hey Bi Xidi caresses the chicken, hey go...... If you want to be a coach, you must at least have a chicken level! ”

Wan Li looked confused, and almost blurted out the sentence 'I have', but fortunately, he reacted in time Manager Jiang said that it was a martial arts level.

"Chicken, G? My God, which dialect, Hunan? ”

'Interview Success Rule 2: Echo the interviewer, make a good impression on him, and have his own unique opinion! ’

"Yo, did you just speak Hunanese? Oops, my high school table mate is from Hunan, and that sounds so kind! Wan Li echoed.

"Haha, is it so coincidental?" Manager Jiang laughed.

Wan Li was secretly happy, and said: "You said that only G level or above can be a coach, I don't agree with this." If there is an advanced cultivation concept, even the lowest K level can teach students well! ”

"Advanced Spiritual Practice?" Manager Jiang restrained his smile and took a moment seriously.

Seeing this, Wanli's heart was slightly settled. Now I just need to make up a practice concept to get through the confusion, practice concept, practice concept......

"What? It's hard to say? ”

"Well said!" Wan Li hesitated for a moment, and said in a mysterious gesture: "Manager Jiang, do you know...... Self-restraint? ”

"Self-restraint...... Self-control? ”

"No, no, no, self-control in terms of will can be achieved by every aspiring student. When I say self-restraint, I mean deliberately putting shackles on oneself, pushing oneself to the end of the road, and making rules that are only one's own...... It's more complicated to say, why don't you go to the practice room on the third floor with me and I'll show you? ”

"No, you don't." Manager Jiang leaned over and actually took out two 10-kilogram standard dumbbells from under the table: "Can you use it?" ”

Wan Li hurriedly took it: "Of course." ”

The 25 dumbbell practice methods have long been included in the middle and high school textbooks, and Wanli is familiar with them.

Holding the dumbbell in his hand, Wan Li shrugged his shoulders vertically with his arms and lifted: "Manager Jiang, you are optimistic, now I will put a shackle on myself - dumbbell shrug 1,000 times, if you can't do it, you will deadlift the dumbbell 500 times!" 1，2，…… 12. Do you understand? ”

Manager Jiang shrugged: "Understood, keep doing it." ”

Wan Li was stunned for a moment, and the movements did not stop: "18, 19...... Do you understand? ”

"Got it, you keep doing it." Manager Jiang repeated.

“37，38… 104… 237, whew... 339, whew... 413！ Wanli gasped violently and stopped, leaning over: "Dumbbell shrugging failed 1000 times, so now I have to deadlift the dumbbell 500 times, and if I can't do it, I will raise the dumbbell 500 times before the upright dumbbell alternately!" 1，2…… Manager Jiang, you should understand this time, right? ”

Manager Jiang nodded: "Not bad." ”

Wan Li was overjoyed, but heard Manager Jiang say again: "But the five people in front of you can easily complete 500 dumbbell shrugs." Your martial arts strength is always a hard wound...... Go back and work hard, young man! ”

Wan Li blinked: "My cultivation philosophy is not good?" ”

"Your cultivation philosophy is very good." Manager Jiang was satisfied.

Wanli was stunned, the concept is good, how can you still ...... Something is wrong!

"Manager Jiang, aren't you talking ......?"

"That's it! I still have something. Manager Jiang waved his hand to interrupt, and said righteously: "Yang Wanli is a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, don't you know?" I speak standard English, not Hunanese, so you don't have a high school table in Hunan, right? You can't do it with integrity, which company dares to hire you?! ”

Wan Li stood silently, turned his head and left.

Big company, deep routines, blame myself for being too naïve!