Chapter 8: Does the martial arts hall manage the rice?

"You are here to work as a sparring partner?" In the large mahogany-style room, a short man sits in a large leather seat. He is about forty years old. He has a thin face with a shaved face. The cyan stubble he had passed before, the wide martial arts uniform set off the extraordinarily thin body, with the smooth and sharp voice in the eyes, it was difficult to connect him with the martial arts hall, more like a shrewd businessman .
　　 "Yes." Mu Fan lowered his eyelids and leaned forward slightly.
"I am Channison, the middle-level manager of Xingluo Budokan. The second and third floors are exclusive venues for VIP customers of our Budokan. Your task as a sparring partner is to serve as a guest practice object, in other words a sandbag, because you can't fight back. The salary is settled on a daily basis, 500 stars per day. The tip given by the guest is yours. The Budokan provides meals and daily treatment. If you are accidentally disabled, you will have a one-time compensation of 30,000 stars and no other responsibility. Hey~~ If you accept, Just sign it." After speaking, he picked up a contract from the table and threw it over.
　　 Mu Fan looked at the contract in front of him. To put it bluntly, it was just two simple pieces of paper. After scanning to confirm that it was correct, he signed his crooked name.
　　 "Tear off your own contract, Man Kun, you take this kid to the first floor to take a shower, change clothes, then tell him the specifics, and start formal work in the afternoon."
　　 "Yes, boss."
　　 When the mahogany gate closed, Channison touched his chin and chuckled, "Another silly boy, so good money? The martial arts sandbags are a bit insufficient in the last few days, huh~"
After getting off the elevator along the original road, to the lobby on the first floor, turn right at the exit and Man Kun pointed to the row of rooms in front of him, and said, "That's a bathroom. You can pick one of them and take a shower first. This smells of oil. It’s too heavy. I’ll put out a training suit for you in a while. This is considered to be provided to you by the martial arts gym for free."
　　 Ten minutes later, Mu Fan was already standing at the entrance of the hall wearing a gray training suit. Man Kun couldn't help but brighten up when he walked over, "The kid is energetic!"
Mu Fan was originally tall, and a clean training suit was particularly upright. At this moment, the oil on his face was gone. The young man’s unique vigor and vigor, his eyes were bright and tough, standing there as if he was standing there. Cheetah ready to go.
　　 "Go to training ground No. 5 and I will explain to you the basic steps of the sparring team, and then conduct a combat training. This money is not as good as I imagined. I don't want you to be disabled."
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　　 Training Field No. 5, the dedicated training field for the staff of the Star Fall Budokan is already very lively, and a group of people who also wear gray training uniforms are practicing against each other.
"Haha, is this a rookie here? Isn't it 20 years old? You can earn disability expenses at a young age? Hahahahaha" a big man with a scar on his forehead and a height of 1.9 meters With a fist target, he easily responded to the attack in front of him, and then he found Mu Fan who was brought by Man Kun at random. Seeing that thin body, he couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Jerf, shut your stinky mouth. If you want to make money in the martial arts gym, be honest. If you break the boss's business, you know the consequences." Man Kun glanced over the big guy, and the words came out in the end. chill. Jeff is the stabbing head of the martial arts training partner. He is thirty-three years old this year. He was born as a mercenary. Later, because he broke an employer’s business and provokes people he shouldn’t provoke, he has since retired from the life of licking blood Because of his strength, he came to the Xingluo Budokan two years ago. Because the outstanding 13-level physique standard has been high, there are too many ordinary people with an average of 6-level, and he has a wealth of fighting experience. Jeff has never He was seriously injured and gradually became famous in the sparring circle. Now everyone is warming up, and Jeff, whose mouth has always been vicious and belligerent, will naturally not let go of the opportunity to have fun when he sees Mu Fan.
"Hmph, if the kid is awkward, just get out. You have been beaten and disabled by four before, but you can't get out of it. You must sign a contract. Let's talk about it after playing three games first, little rookie, ha Haha." Jeff stared at Mu Fan again, turned and laughed loudly.
Mu Fan looked at Jeff calmly and then withdrew his eyes. Jeff saw such a disregarding attitude as if he was irritated. It was not easy to have Mankun on the scene, so he roared at the person who beat him: "The grandmother's legs, how come you are like a woman, face like a puddle of water, hard!! Hard! Like a mosquito, what a waste!"
Walking to the empty field on one side, Man Kun stopped and took out a boxing target from Mu Fan who was holding a boxing target from the wooden cabinet on the side and threw it to the back. "Boy, take it, hold your hands firmly. First practice the boxing target to accompany practice. The guests of the martial arts gym have all kinds of punches. This is the only item to protect yourself. If you can’t handle it well, you may be seriously injured. Come and try."
　　 Mu Fan took the fist target and waved it on the forearm of his right hand, then bent his elbow and put it on his chest. Instead of supporting it, his left arm was placed on his side to prevent accidents.
"Heh, kid, I'm pregnant, let you take a lesson first." Man Kun's 11-level physique standard, the federal level 6 physique standard has an instantaneous burst of 75KG, and then 150KG, 250KG, 400KG, 600KG, 850KG. Corresponding to levels 7 to 11, the standard will increase by 50KG for each level. Seeing that Mu Fan didn't follow his instructions, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He appreciates this kid, but it doesn't mean that he will be uncontrolled. If he can't hold his hand with a heavy punch, he will hurt his arm badly.
　　 Mankun took half of his strength, and suddenly turned around with a punch and quickly knocked out, wanting to knock Mu Fan into the air and let this kid suffer a long lesson.
With a "bang" sound as if hitting the broken leather, the intended feeling of retreat from the heavy boxing did not appear, Man Kun frowned, and Mu Fan stood firmly in front of him, with his right leg slightly arched and his left foot at a right angle. Li, the whole body was not shaken except for the broken hair on the right arm and forehead.
Heh~ I picked up the treasure. Man Kun knows what this means. He didn’t expect that his thin body has such power, and he can easily resist a punch of the lower level 9 standard, which means that his comprehensive standard will not be lower than that. Yourself! ! interesting!
"Good boy, I underestimate you. Pay attention to yourself. There are equipments to practice on your own, or you can practice with other people. Do you have anything to ask?" Man Kun pointed to the group of people on the right. There are also various instruments stacked there at ten meters.
　　 "Yes!" Mu Fan's voice suddenly sounded, sonorously and even surprised Man Kun.
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　　 "Does the martial arts hall take care of the rice?" Mu Fan's eyes suddenly flashed hot.
　　 "Yes, breakfast and lunch are provided by the martial arts hall, and dinner is taken care of by yourself." Man Kun looked at Mu Fan with a strange expression. Is there anything weird about this.
　　 "Then can I finish my meal before going to work?"
"Of course, you can go to restaurant 3 to enter the lunch time in one hour, and take a rest for an hour and a half at noon. Then come here on time to gather, and I will assign your sparring tasks in the afternoon. After five minutes, you will be assessed for 50 stars. If there is no reason to time out after 30 minutes, it will not be used." Man Kun looked at the heat in Mu Fan's eyes and felt uncomfortable, and replied at the fastest speed.
　　 "Thank you, then I am going to train now, you can play again."
Man Kun looked at the boy in front of him as if he suddenly had motivation. He was totally different from the calm energy he had before, and let out a laugh, "I just wanted to wake up, boy, go train there by yourself, I'll go with The boss has reported today's situation. Come here when you are full at noon. Don't be late."
　　 "Well" Hearing the words "eat full", Mu Fan seemed to be rushing all over now, and even a little bit unconscious.
　　Mankun looked at the boy in front of him, shook his head amused, and left.
Mu Fan opened his eyes and walked towards the sandbags and boxing drones over there step by step, and then he punched the sandbags with a dazed look in his eyes. "Boom, boom" every moment was unusually rhythmic, but if I stood by and watched for a while Obviously I can detect that Mu Fan is distracted...
　　
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