Chapter 31 My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn

From this stage on, Li Bingyang stopped other exercises. Instead, he only practiced physical fitness, strength, and attack moves, and stopped practicing routines.

There is an outward bound training ground in the university, which can be used for obstacle runs, and every day he runs ten laps on the playground, then takes a break, pulls the single parallel bars, and runs two obstacle courses. This is followed by a morning of throwing exercises, wrist grips, and wrist strengthening.

At noon, I practiced punching, kicking, fighting, covering palms, teasing hands, and pushing palms over and over again. He does not pursue physical beauty in every action, but strives to hit the strength to the maximum.

Li Bingyang's muscles have gradually been enriched in this kind of training, and in just three days, his whole body has changed a lot compared to before. In the past, it felt a little weak, but at this time, it can obviously bring a sense of oppression to the people around them, giving people a sense of prickly heads, and it seems extremely aggressive.

"Students, now we are starting to practice the basics, the foundation of martial arts, and I will be in charge of our professional sanda course in the future!" The teacher who spoke on the playground was also an old acquaintance, Qin Yijun, Li Bingyang had just come to the school and not long after he got into the ring, it was a game organized by Qin Yijun as a referee.

After Qin Yijun finished the team, he began to get up by the way: "Speaking of exercise, we have to chatter well." Look at you, you haven't run more than ten kilometers every day, and you're embarrassed to post on Moments to say that you are exercising, so you will pose for those two shelves!"

Don't say it, sports students don't have any other abilities, seven out of ten people post where they go to exercise every day, and then take a few fitness photos, and send small videos to the circle of friends, QQ space.

"You guys, the actual combat frame is set! The right leg is propped up, and the heel is off the ground. Chest buckle abdomen. yes, that's right. Who is the person in charge of the physical education class!Liu Ke, seeing the pile of bricks in the corner, you lead five people over, and you can move ten pieces by yourself!" Qin Yijun said to a few people, these waste bricks piled up next to the playground, I don't know if they are left over from the school's renovation, or the gradual accumulation of the older generation of previous seniors, anyway, they are now used in the hands of martial arts students.

"It's too easy to practice like this, I'm sorry for our identity as Wu Xiucai, we were admitted to the sports major, not to mention a general in ancient times, at least it was equivalent to a long time. Come on, two bricks in one person's hand, girls can make exceptions, and then the actual combat style is set for me! Moving bricks is the best way, if you want to be on the shelf, we have to make a big deal. "Qin Yijun is obviously a teacher who can speak very well.

This came and went, and twenty of the thirty people held two bricks in their hands, and the distance was very large, occupying almost half of the football field, and it was hard to make a mighty feeling. This will set the actual combat style and it will be interesting.

In less than half a minute, his arms were shaking sorely, and some people couldn't even hold the bricks, okay, Qin Yijun also understood very well and asked them to put them down, and then continued to take the bricks, about two or three minutes, all the people couldn't hold it for the first time.

Qin Yijun changed the way again, everyone gathered, in a group of two, pulled five pull-ups on the horizontal bar, and did ten parallel bar arm flexion and extension. Then come down, the others pick up, take turns in five groups, and then continue to set the actual combat pose.

"Attention students, let's practice footwork, sliding steps, progressing, regressing, and stepping steps. Let's watch my demonstration first. ”

Qin Yijun made a practical action, the back foot kicked the ground hard, the center of gravity moved forward, the front foot slightly lifted the foot off the ground, the left leg slid forward for about 10 cm, and the back foot followed up the same distance, and then returned to the basic posture.

Then Qin Yijun then demonstrated the backward sliding step, and began to gather everyone to practice the sliding step together, and then talked to everyone about progress, regression, and stepping. All students also master these basic movements very quickly.

However, when practicing, time flies quickly, and others feel miserable and want to end it early, but Li Bingyang feels that time flies too quickly.

"Practice these steps, I will see Dongze Song Wang Kui in the future, and the loss should be a little smaller!" Li Bingyang thought secretly in his heart.

"Teacher Qin, when are you going to teach us to punch! What's the use of just practicing these steps!" A bunch of people asked after class, especially male classmates who like martial arts.

"In the next class, I'll check your steps, and if you can practice it, let's practice the basic boxing techniques, leg techniques, elbow methods, and knee techniques of sanda. Punch combination, leg combination, punch and leg combination, you still have a lot of movements to learn. Let's practice hard in freshman year. Qin Yijun replied very happily, I hope these guys can maintain this passion tomorrow!

Now these children can't endure much hardship, and they can't practice hard to form muscle memory, and they want to become masters!

Qin Yijun shook his head, he also won the sanda championship in the province when he was young, and participated in national-level competitions, and he suffered a lot more than this.

Among the bunch of people, only a few such as Li Bingyang are still blindly comparing some movements and exercising after class.

"Bingyang, I learned several basic push-up exercises from the bodybuilding association, let me tell you, in the future, let's practice arm push-ups, open-arm push-ups, spider push-ups, diamond push-ups, high-five push-ups, backhand push-ups, tiger pounce push-ups, folding knife push-ups, printing press push-ups, ......"

Zhai Xuping happily came over to share with Li Bingyang, and showed Li Bingyang one by one, Li Bingyang was worried that there were not many ways to exercise his arms, and this would be a complete set at once.

In sports, whether it is martial arts, taekwondo, jiu-jitsu, gymnastics, long-distance running, basketball, etc. Physical fitness is always right

Athletes have a large limitation, a person does not have sufficient physical fitness, no matter how exquisite the technique, it is impossible to become a first-class.

Li Bingyang insisted on exercising physically, and when he looked up and saw the door of the playground, Chen Hongwei didn't know when he walked in, still holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, full of sloppiness and sloppy, without any image.

He sat on the playground, looking at the sky and the ground with his eyes, looking around casually, seeing Li Bingyang and Zhai Xuping exercising, seeing other acquaintances, without the idea of greeting, he unscrewed the small wine bottle and poured it into his mouth again.

He should have just returned from the martyr's cemetery, and it seems that he should have stayed for two or three days, only eating dry food, otherwise he would not have been sloppy to this point.

It is precisely because of this that others envy his kung fu, but there are not many official members who remain in the martial arts association. Because of his practice, many college students who think they are clean look down on.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. The way is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, and I don't know how to mourn.

"No, that's your president, he's mentally ill again!Just come back!" A person next to him leaned over and laughed at Zhai Xuping at some point.

"Get out!" Li Bingyang heard this, and only felt that he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.