Regarding the discussion of several girls in 2202 about themselves, Wang Chong knows the result without guessing.

Early the next morning, Wang Chong, as usual, got up early for morning exercises, and still boxed at a fixed place to exercise his muscles.

Fighting, there is one more person next to him.

"Miss Lucy?" Wang Chong stopped practicing boxing, picked up the towel placed on the stone bench next to him and wiped his forehead, the fine sweat on his neck, although Wang Chong's practice qi has reached the fifth level, and he has the characteristics of not invading cold and heat, but Wang Chong will not control himself from sweating.

Even Wang Chong somewhat enjoys the feeling of sweating when practicing boxing, but after practicing kung fu to his level, his physique is so strong that it is not so easy to even sweat.

"I was next to you when you caught the glasses man yesterday, and your few clicks looked simple, but whether it was timing or proportion, you grasped it very well, especially the way you restrained the glasses man." Lucy walked up to Wang Zhong and said straight to the point: "Ordinary people can't do it." ”

Looking at Wang Chong's eyes, there was a bit of scrutiny and curiosity.

"Laughing."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I practice traditional martial arts, and the concept is to use the minimum force to achieve the effect of subduing the enemy." ”

"Is traditional martial art so powerful?" Fang Zhiheng asked curiously.

Wang Chongdao: "This question is a bit of a matter of the benevolent and the wise. ”

Fang Zhiheng frowned slightly.

Wang Zhong explained: "Think about it, our country's thousands of years of inheritance, the world is divided and merged, and at that time it was not as peaceful as we are now, thieves and bandits emerge in endlessly, traditional martial arts, in this case, by our ancestors from the fight again and again summarized and refined, you say how amazing he is not necessarily, but it is not possible to use a little show." ”

Fang Zhiheng nodded thoughtfully.

Wang Chong continued: "Let's not talk about anything else, let's just say that Sanda is summarized from the essence of various traditional martial arts. ”

Fang Zhiheng said: "So, you are the kind of hermit master hidden in the market on TV?" ”

Wang Zhong smiled dumbly, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Do you think I look like me?" ”

Fang Zhiheng shook his head and smiled.

"In fact, whether it is traditional martial arts, sanda, boxing, or mixed martial arts that you practice, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than the skills of fighting.

"But now that the world is peaceful, the law is sound, and taking people's lives is to go to prison, and these fighting skills are naturally biased towards subduing people."

"I've been practicing mixed martial arts for five years, and I've never fought against someone who practices martial arts, so why don't we find a time to fight another day?" Fang Zhiheng's beautiful eyes were written with expectation.

"Since you're interested, what are you going to do another day, it's better to hit the day than to hit the day, just now!" Wang Chongdao.

"Now?"

"Oh~ If you don't have time, then you can do it another day."

"I'm free, but I don't have much time, I'm afraid we won't be able to do it here, right?"

"Fighting, passing hands, it's not life and death, it's okay."

"That... Let's go! Looking at Wang Chong's eager look, Fang Zhiheng suppressed the hesitation in his heart.

The two stood opposite each other, about one meter and a half apart, and Fang Zhiheng bent slightly sideways, posing for a fighting stand.

Wang Chongshi smiled, "Be careful! As soon as the words fell, Fang Zhiheng only felt a strong wind blowing in his face, a casserole-sized fist became bigger and bigger, flashed sideways, Fang Zhiheng followed a high kick, and then Wang Chong grabbed his ankle, twisted sideways, and then a huge force struck, Fang Zhiheng's whole person left the ground and fell forward.

"Miss Lucy?" Fang Zhiheng was awakened from his trance, and his whole body hung on Wang Chong's lap at an angle of about thirty degrees, almost making close contact with the ground.

"Come again!" After standing still, Fang Zhiheng challenged Wang Zhong again.

Wang Zhong nodded his hand and said, "Please! ”

Five minutes later, Fang Zhiheng sat on the stone bench with a depressed face, turned his head to look at Wang Chong, who was drinking water with his head up, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

After five years of mixed martial arts, although she is not proud enough to think that she is a master, it is not a problem to fight one or two adult men, and even her coach in the gym praises her for her talent.

Unexpectedly, she thought she was practicing good mixed martial arts, but in front of Wang Chong, she was like a clown jumping off the beam, no matter whether she was trying her best to attack or defend, Wang Chong directly subdued her with one move, and an unprecedented sense of frustration filled Fang Zhiheng's heart.

"What's going on? Hit by it? Wang Chong looked at Fang Zhiheng with a depressed look on his face, and couldn't help but joke.

Fang Zhiheng glanced at Wang Chong dejectedly: "I've been practicing mixed martial arts for five years, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few ordinary adult men, but I didn't expect ······"

"Actually, you have practiced very well, and if you can have such results in five years, it can be seen that you have worked hard, and your talent is also good."

"Are you comforting me?" Fang Zhiheng turned his head to look at Wang Zhong and asked.

"Do you believe there is a genius in this world?" Wang Zhong did not answer, but asked.

Fang Zhiheng was stunned for a moment, and his gaze at Wang Chong changed a little: "You mean you are a genius?" ”

"You must have watched Xing Ye's "Kung Fu"!"

Fang Zhiheng smiled: "Are you trying to tell me that you are the same as the star master in the movie, a martial arts wizard that you have never met in a century?" ”

Wang Chong stretched out his hands: "Otherwise, how can you explain it?" ”

Fang Zhiheng was stunned.

Wang Zhong stood up and asked, "Have you seen the movie "Huo Yuanjia"?" ”

Fang Zhiheng nodded.

"Chuanwu pays attention to killing with one blow."

"I started practicing martial arts at the age of seven, practicing the Baguazhang in Chuanwu, and then learned Tai Chi, Xingyi, Baji, Yanqing, Wing Chun, Hong Boxing and so on dozens of boxing methods, practicing Sanjiu in winter, practicing Sanfu in summer, never slacking off for a day, I am twenty-nine years old this year."

Saying that, Wang Chong turned his head to look at Fang Zhiheng: "In the past twenty-two years, I have been running, standing on piles, and practicing every day, if I am defeated by you, a little girl who has only practiced mixed martial arts for five years, then what have I practiced in the past twenty-two years?" ”

Fang Zhiheng's face showed a look of surprise, and he looked at Wang Chong with a little more curiosity in his eyes, and then nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder you are so powerful!" ”

After listening to Wang Chong's words, Fang Zhiheng didn't seem to be so unacceptable to be abused by Wang Chong just now.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Every move I made just now is the result of my unremitting hard work in the past 22 years, so you don't have to be too frustrated, after all, we practice completely different things." ”

Thinking of the feeling of powerlessness when he was fighting with Wang Zhong just now, Fang Zhiheng asked: "Are there many people like you in China who insist on practicing traditional martial arts?" ”

"There are a lot, and they all start practicing from a young age, but now that the times have changed, the masters teach most of the good-looking moves based on performance routines, which is commonly known as Huaquan embroidered legs in our Chuanwuli."

"But ······"

"But what?" Fang Zhiheng became more and more curious.

"The foundation of martial arts is still the fight of physical fitness, the so-called kung fu is nothing more than the synthesis of strength, speed, and reaction, like in the ring of your mixed martial arts, there is no difference in weight!"

"There is a saying in our martial arts that says that if you want to beat someone, you must first learn to be beaten."

"Generally, tall and obese people generally have more strength, but their reaction and speed will be slower, and those who are thin and small are generally less powerful, but they will be more flexible, but if the two of them start to move, who do you think has a greater chance of winning?"

"Hmm~~~" Fang Zhiheng pondered for a moment: "I think it depends on the terrain!" ”

Wang Chong showed a smile on his face: "Yes, the brain is flexible enough, so to speak, but under normal circumstances, it is the fat man who is more likely to face him, after all, not everyone is Uncle Long in the movie, and any terrain props can be used." ”

"That's right!" Fang Zhiheng also agreed.

After some small talk, the two parted ways, and before parting, Wang Chong deliberately said one more sentence: "By the way, if you are interested in Chuanwu, I recommend you to watch the old movie "The Loser" again." ”

"Wait!" Wang Chong had just taken a few steps before he was stopped by Fang Zhiheng.

Fang Zhiheng looked at Wang Chong, who turned to look at him, pondered for a moment, and said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, I am going to the boxing gym to practice, are you interested in going to the boxing gym for us to practice again?" ”

Wang Chong smiled slightly, strode in front of Fang Zhiheng, and handed out his mobile phone: "Add a WeChat to facilitate contact." ”

"Good!" Fang Zhiheng showed a smile on his face, took out his mobile phone from his sports bag, scanned Wang Chong's personal QR code, and chose to add.

"Reacquaint, my name is Wang Chong!"

Fang Zhiheng hesitated: "Lucy Cai!" ”

"Then make an appointment tomorrow! Good bye! Wang Zhong waved his hand, carried his small bag and mobile phone and walked away.

Saying goodbye to Fang Zhiheng, Wang Chong went to buy breakfast outside the community as usual, but he didn't expect that as soon as he walked into Building 19, he happened to see Yu Chuhui, He Minhong and Zhu Zhe coming out of the elevator together.

"Brother Wang?" Seeing Wang Chong, several women had smiles on their faces.

"Sister Zhu, Xiao Yu, Xiao He! Going to work so early? Wang Chong also smiled and greeted a few people.

"Hmmm! Brother Wang, what are you? "The main thing is that Wang Zhong is wearing a sportswear and a white towel around his neck.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Morning exercise, buy breakfast by the way." By the way, he picked up the paper bag in his hand.

"Then you guys hurry up, don't delay!"

"Goodbye, Brother Wang!"

"Goodbye!"

Today, I talked with Fang Zhiheng for a while, chatted for a long time, and delayed for a while, when the two separated, Fang Zhiheng went home directly, and Wang Chong came back a little later than usual after buying breakfast, so he happened to meet the three beauties of 2202.

In the afternoon, at five o'clock, Wang Chong was ready to go out, and went to the fruit store to buy more fruits and come back, especially the lychees in the season, what they looked like when they were put in the space, what they looked like when they were taken out, a natural storage and fresh-keeping warehouse, how could they not be used, and when it came to autumn and winter, they would eat a bite of lychees in July, and the taste would be comfortable.

As soon as he came out of the fruit store, Wang Zhong was carrying two large bags of lychees, watermelons, and a bag of bananas, and was about to find a place to put them in the space, when suddenly a familiar shout came from behind him, and he was still a little surprised and uncertain when he heard the tone.

"Wang Zhong?"

Wang Zhong turned his head to look and saw Zhu Zhe, who was riding a shared bicycle, driving a bicycle parked beside him, and there was a plastic bag in the basket in front of the bicycle.

"Sister Zhu?"

"Why are you here?" Wang Chong really didn't expect that he would meet Zhu Zhe when he came out to buy a fruit.

Zhu Zhe said: "I just came back from work, passing by the vegetable market, and I bought some food by the way!" ”

While speaking, Zhu Zhe had already gotten off the shared bicycle, and the cart walked to Wang Chong's side, looking at the three big bags full of Wang Chong, he was a little surprised: "Buy so many fruits?" ”

Wang Chongdao: "Didn't you invite me to dinner last night, just now I went to the fruit store, and I happened to see that there were lychees and watermelons, I thought that the weather is so hot now, and it is just right to eat some lychees and watermelons to relieve the heat, so I want to bring you some back!" ”

"You're too polite!"

"What's this, is there still a courtesy!"

"You bought a lot!" There are also a lot of bags in Zhu Zhe's bicycle basket.

Zhu Zhe said: "Tomorrow is not the weekend, I plan to make some beef sauce, do you want to try it?" ”

"That's a good feeling!" Wang Chong's face suddenly showed a smile: "Whether the beef sauce is mixed with noodles or bibimbap, it is an excellent partner!" ”

"Then I'll do it tomorrow, let Xiao He call you!"

"Don't bother so much, let's add prestige, tell me when you make it, just so I'll see how your beef sauce is made." Wang Chongdao.

"I almost forgot, in addition to being a great writer, you're also a senior foodie!" Zhu Zhe said with a smile.

"I don't dare to say anything else, but I have a lot of research on eating."

"Hope my beef sauce is to your liking!"

"It's delicious, and the beef sauce is just the icing on the cake!" Wang Chong made a little joke shallowly, and sent a little fart by the way.

"He is worthy of being a great writer, and he can speak well!"

"Whoever says that a writer can speak the truth, writing and speaking are completely different."

"Really?"

"When we code words, it's a pity that we think, we can think about it, we can consider it, and we can check and revise it after writing, but we can't speak, most of the time it's just a direct blurt out of our brains."

"It sounds like that."

"By the way, tomorrow morning, your neighbor asked me to go to the boxing gym to have a look, won't it be the morning when you make beef sauce?"

Zhu Zhe said: "I want to sleep lazily in the morning, rest, and do it in the afternoon!" ”

"Our neighbors, you mean?" Zhu Zhe asked with some confusion.

"I live in 2201, a girl, a practitioner, I met several times during morning exercises, and I ······ this morning"

After listening to Wang Chong's explanation, Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Chong in surprise: "Can't you see it, you are still a martial arts master?" ”

Wang Zhong said modestly: "What martial arts masters, it's just some kung fu to strengthen the body." ”

"No wonder you dared to stop that perverted candid guy yesterday." Zhu Zhe remembered what happened yesterday, and several of them chased and shouted all the way, but there were so many pedestrians on the road, but none of them helped, including many tall, young and strong boys, fortunately, they met Wang Chong.

"That's right!" Zhu Zhe expressed his gratitude again: "Thank you really for yesterday's events!" ”

"Didn't you thank you all last night!" Wang Chongshu smiled and said: "I just helped once, you thank me when you see me every day, then if I see you in the future, I can't stay away!" ”

Zhu Zhe grinned and changed the subject: "You put a little bit of things in the basket!" Ease of burden. ”

"That's a good feeling!" Wang Zhong said: "I'm worried about buying too much, it's too heavy!" ”

"You too, why do you buy so much at once! There's still a long way to go from here to our community! ”

"Didn't I see that these fruits were fresh, and I couldn't hold back all of a sudden!"

"Poof!" I don't know why, Zhu Zhe, who has a lot of laughter on weekdays, is inadvertently very relaxed when talking to Wang Chong, and he is easily amused.

"I know a lot about this!" Zhu Zhe said matter-of-factly.

"Shopping?"

"What do you say?"

Wang Zhong turned his head and looked Zhu Zhe up and down, shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it." ”

"Can you see that, too?" Zhu Zhe looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously.

"It feels!" Wang Chongdao: "You give me the feeling that you are calm and pragmatic, self-disciplined, and usually should be more frugal." ”

"Can you feel that?" Zhu Zhe said curiously.

"Do you feel it! Not necessarily accurate. ”

The two walked all the way home, chatting all the way, that is, chatting casually, talking about things, and the topics were all superficial and not in-depth.

"Sister Zhu, I'll hand over this fruit to you, and I'll go by myself!" In the elevator, Wang Chong handed Zhu Zhe a large enemy who had been divided.

Zhu Zhe nodded and took the bag: "That's okay, I'll help you give it to Zhenzhen." ”

"Then I'm sorry for you!"

"Goodbye!" Wang Zhong in the elevator smiled and waved his hand.

Outside the elevator, Zhu Zhe also smiled slightly and waved goodbye: "Goodbye!" ”

Although it is only a slight smile, it is as brilliant and gorgeous as a blooming flower, which makes people's hearts break.