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Chapter 382

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    Zhou Wen has become more accustomed to being pointed at and discussed in private recently. Especially after the Wang Mingyuan incident, this situation has become very common. As long as he is recognized while walking in the academy, someone will inevitably point at him.  .

    Of course, not all of them are malicious, most of them are just discussions.

    After Wei Feng arrived, the originally lively lecture hall became quiet. It seemed that the students were still afraid of Wei Feng.

    Zhou Wen secretly looked at Wei Feng and saw that although he was not too tall, he was very imposing, with a thick frame and a sense of energy. Zhou Wen had only seen it in those who were soldiers. Although ordinary mentors were strong,  But there was no such energy in him.

    "Today we will talk about the application of Yin Jin in boxing." Wei Feng really likes to demonstrate personally when giving lectures.

    Zhou Wen saw Wei Feng take out a transparent silk scarf, hang it on a rope, and then punch the scarf, directly punching a hole in the hanging scarf.

    "Which one of you will give it a try?" Wei Feng glanced at the students listening to the class.

    Zhou Wen originally thought that most students would not be willing to have a tutor ask students to do experiments. He had also taken classes from other tutors before, and only a few students who were more eager to learn would be willing to cooperate.

    But the students in the lecture hall enthusiastically raised their hands to sign up, each raising their hands higher than the other, as if they were afraid that Wei Feng would not be able to choose them.

    "What's going on? Is Wei Feng so popular?" Zhou Wen was a little surprised.

    "The student who didn't raise his hand, come up." Wei Feng glanced around, and finally looked towards Zhou Wen.

    Zhou Wen looked around and behind, and found that he was the only one in the entire lecture hall who did not raise his hand, while the other students looked at him with half-smiles.

    Zhou Wen understood immediately and knew why other students raised their hands so enthusiastically. It was obvious that they had understood Wei Feng's character and knew that the less they wanted to go up and do experiments, the easier it would be for them to be called out by Wei Feng, so one by one they were like that  positive.

    "Don't look, I'm talking about you." Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen and said.

    Zhou Wen had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the podium.

    He had listened to lectures by some instructors before, but this was the first time he had seen someone with a temper like Wei Feng's.

    He named him like this, and there are so many students coming to his class. On the other hand, it also shows that Wei Feng's lectures are indeed very good. Otherwise, no students would have come to his class. After all, there are only boxing instructors in the college.  Wei Feng is not the only one.

    "I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time to attend my class? What's your name?" Wei Feng asked Zhou Wen while tying the new silk scarf on the rope.

    "Zhou Wen." Zhou Wen replied.

    Wei Feng didn't seem to have heard Zhou Wen's name. He just nodded slightly and said to Zhou Wen: "Okay, you can punch. Just rely on the power of your fists. If you can punch through the silk scarf, I can consider giving it to you."  Ten credits.¡±

    Generally, credits are allocated by the class tutor. A pure lecturer like Wei Feng has fewer credits to allocate, but it is not completely absent. Occasionally, it can still be used to reward students.

    "Thank you very much, instructor." Zhou Wen felt a lot better when he heard that there were still credits available.

    "It's a good thing to have confidence." Wei Feng said with a smile. He obviously really didn't know Zhou Wen, otherwise he wouldn't have offered to give him credits.

    In addition to practicing, Wei Feng usually watches some federal news and reports on the battle ahead. He is not interested in the gossip of students and teachers, so he doesn't know anything about Zhou Wen. He does know about Wang Mingyuan, but he doesn't go into it.  learn.

    In Wei Feng¡¯s view, even the top students at the legendary level would not be able to break a silk scarf with bare hands if they have not practiced Yin Jin.

    The scarf is tough and light, and there is almost no force when hitting it with a fist. Without good Yin energy cultivation, no matter how strong the force is, it will not be able to penetrate it, and it will only make the scarf swing.

    Zhou Wen walked to the silk scarf, raised his right hand, flicked his wrist, and made some wrist movements.

    He had done the same exercise before when he was practicing Cun Jin, but at that time he used paper, which was easier to break. A thin, light and tough silk scarf like this is more than one or two levels more difficult.

    Of course, Zhou Wen now is not the Zhou Wen before. After moving his wrist, he raised his fist and wanted to hit the silk scarf tied to the rope.

    "Classmate, your posture is wrong.""Turn your body slightly to the side. When punching, don't punch straight, swing to the side" Wei Feng stepped forward to correct Zhou Wen's movements.

    Seeing that Wei Feng was so serious, Zhou Wen naturally couldn't refuse, so he cooperated with his entanglement and put on a standard posture.

    Such a posture is indeed helpful for exerting force, but Zhou Wen has already surpassed that state. Even if he is lying on the ground, he can still exert strong enough Yin energy.

    "Okay, now you can try punching. Remember to use the strength of your wrists and arms, relax your arms, and don't use too much force on your muscles before punching" Wei Feng instructs from the side.

    Zhou Wen followed what he said and threw out a punch. The fist hit the silk scarf, which was light and thin and had almost no force. It cracked the scarf and made a punch hole.

    Wei Feng was stunned for a moment, wondering in his heart: "Is it because I taught so well today that this kid learned it instantly? No, even if I taught well, he fully understood it in less than a year and a half.  Even with all the practice, it¡¯s impossible to break through a silk scarf.¡±

    "Classmate, have you practiced Yin Jin before?" Wei Feng asked, looking at Zhou Wen.

    "When I was in high school, I practiced Cun Jin." Zhou Wen answered truthfully.

    "That's no wonder." Wei Feng suddenly realized it and said with a smile: "Yes, give me your student number, and ten credits will be yours."

    "Tutor, can I use these ten credits in exchange for a request?" Zhou Wen took the opportunity to ask.

    Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen with interest and said, "Tell me, what is your request?"

    "I would like to ask you, mentor, to be my sparring partner and conduct practical exercises when you are free, is that okay?" Zhou Wen asked.

    "Yes, of course. I like motivated students like you best. After my class is over, you can practice as long as you want." Wei Feng's eyes narrowed, and wrinkles appeared on his face when he smiled.  .

    He is really happy that there are students who want to practice with him. This is Wei Feng's favorite program.

    "I hope you can persist a little longer, but don't want to run away too soon." Wei Feng thought to himself. He was not afraid of Zhou Wen's enthusiasm for learning, but he was afraid that Zhou Wen would retreat too quickly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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