Lin Feng looked at the old boxing book in his hand, a little deflated, and even more regretted the contribution points he had paid, which meant several delicious meat dishes.

The more Lin Feng thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, since it had cost so much, it couldn't be wasted, simply, after reading this information, it would be regarded as a long insight.

When you let go of your mind, it looks more relaxed. But as he got to know better, his interest gradually became stronger. It seems that this Shaolin Temple is really very mysterious, and the attraction is quite big, and even the gringos who don't know a single Chinese character in Douda have to go to learn art. Of course, there are eye-catching factors, but the charm of Shaolin Temple cannot be denied, and Shaolin Kung Fu still has the effect of strengthening the body.

Looking back at myself, my physical fitness since I was a child is far inferior to other peers of the same age, not to mention that I can't realize my ideals, and I have to serve a flock of sheep here all day long. Can his situation be any worse? As the saying goes, "a dead horse should be a live horse doctor", since practicing boxing will not make your situation worse, and there is even a possibility of improvement, so why not practice? Practice, you must practice, even if it is a very small opportunity, you must seize it, and you must not let it slip out of your hands.

Lin Feng read the information and made up his mind to practice boxing. He hadn't thought about it at all, how this thing appeared on this starship, and how he should practice it. Of course, the first question is not a problem at all, thousands of years have passed, and many things cannot be traced back to the source, let alone a tattered and old villain book? The second question is also something that Lin Feng can't answer, it is estimated that the whole starship can't find a person who knows Shaolin boxing, who do you ask him to ask? It is true that the people on the ship worship strength and pursue strength, but this is all based on their own physical fitness, and then long-term training, and I have never heard of anyone who has gone to the road of strength by practicing ancient boxing techniques. Therefore, everything has to be figured out little by little on your own.

Of course, the matter of practicing boxing by yourself must be kept secret, and even your parents can't tell you, otherwise, after a few years of hard work, you haven't grown at all, wouldn't it make people laugh?

After all, Lin Feng was only 16 years old, and he was only a half-old child. Everything is very simple for him, and that is to do what he wants. The time he has is; Patience, he also has it, he believes that he has also inherited his parents' firm surname, "insist that the green mountains will not relax, and let the wind blow from east to west, north and south"; As for the outcome, it's not up to you to decide.

After making a decision, Lin Feng was no longer entangled. He put down his fist, calmed down his slightly agitated mood, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, he had a dream, a dream that made him excited and excited: he wrestled with his father, who was the commander of the space fighter force, fought in martial arts, and even fought in the air, without losing a single defeat, until his father lost his armor and fled in embarrassment. Throughout the night, eerie, creepy laughter echoed in the dorm room.

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Lin Feng slept soundly. It was only when the smartwatch beeped that he came back to his senses from a wonderful dream.

"Dreams are just dreams after all! No matter how beautiful a dream is, it is as illusory as a mirage. Lin Feng smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"This is the end of the dream, the nightmare is officially begun." Lin Feng stood up a little helplessly, straightened the clothes on his body, and walked towards his studio with great interest.

The workshop was cramped, with nothing but a computer for automatic control and a chair of unknown material. The walls around him were empty, mottled by age and little maintenance, and the shadows seemed to be grinning wide, mocking everyone here.

"It's a terrible place, it's like a garbage dump." Lin Feng cursed in a dissatisfied voice.

At this time, Lin Feng's watch suddenly lit up. Immediately after, a three-dimensional figure phantom appeared in front of Lin Feng.

It was a man who looked a little old, with gray hair curled over his slightly smaller head, wrinkles crawling on his forehead, and his eyes squinting but glowing from time to time. It can be seen that this is a shrewd person.

"Lin Feng, what did you do the day before yesterday?" The old man's questioning was a bit of a fierce one.

"Oh, it's Director Claude. Didn't everyone have a holiday the day before yesterday? Lin Feng was a little puzzled, but he didn't take it to heart and replied easily.

"I knew it was a holiday. The question is that have you asked your superiors for leave? Do you have a class concept? Do you have a sense of discipline? If everyone is as free and loose as you are, isn't everything messed up? ……”

As if he was irritated by Lin Feng's indifferent demeanor, the old man suddenly broke out and reprimanded him with a slashing head and face.

Lin Feng was stunned all of a sudden, it didn't seem that the matter was so serious, right? Isn't there a formal leave of absence? This old man must have deliberately targeted himself, he has long looked at me unpleasantly. But, it seems, I haven't offended him lately.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's anger gradually surged up, his face turned red, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

The old man, Claude, didn't seem to see this, and still chattered to himself:

"Don't use your age as an excuse to do whatever you want. Here, you're just a little character, a little ant, to be manipulated by others. Here, you have to behave, and you can only choose to obey. And the object of your obedience is me, Claude, the director of District D! ”

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are fights. The same is true on the Atlantis, which is far from normal human society. The agriculture and animal husbandry D area seems to have a large territory, but in fact there are only about 30 staff members. Claude, who is of Germanic descent, is the immediate boss of the thirty-something. Claude seems to have inherited the seriousness, rigor, and even stereotypical national surname of the Germanic people, who are mechanical and rigid in doing things; treats his subordinates very harshly, and it can be said that to the point of nitpicking, and the slightest mistake will make him angry. When he first came here, the young and ignorant Lin Feng nicknamed him "Fascist Old Man", and it quickly spread in the D area. Perhaps because of this, or perhaps because of Lin Feng's youth, Claude took special "care" of him, and often made unwarranted accusations to show his absolute authority in the D region. Lin Feng was helpless about this.

Watching Claude's performance coldly, Lin Feng stood there straight, behaving respectfully and obediently. But the clenched hands and the chill in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts:

"Yes, I'm really just a small character, a little ant, and you can handle it. But I'm sure that one day, I'll trample you under my feet, I'll stand at a height you'll never reach, and you'll only have to lift up your humble head and look up at me! ”

"I want to be strong! I need strength! I'm going to change all that! ”

The fascist old man seemed to be too addicted to officialdom, and Lin Feng's silence seemed to confirm his authoritative position in the agriculture and animal husbandry D area. Finally, he nodded in satisfaction, and the light flickered, and the old man's image flashed a few times before disappearing.

Lin Feng turned around silently, his face pale. It's not that he doesn't want to have a seizure, but he can't, he has to endure it. At present, he needs to work, and with work, he can do what he wants to do without worries. Of course, he could turn to his parents and brother for help, but his sensitive and fragile self-esteem would not allow him to do so.

"I want to be strong! I need strength! So, get started today! ”

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