ng Fan and Lao Hei went to an upscale steakhouse as soon as they finished showering. Both n had big appetites, so they spent a lot of money on a lavish al.
“Let’s toast with milk. I, Lao Hei, want to offer Master ng a drink!”
Lao Hei had nothing but admiration for ng Fan. He hadn’t known the young man long, but liked spending ti with him. During the al, ng Fan asked a lot of questions, all of which he answered thoroughly.
Lao Hei knows a lot of disciplines. He started with Huaxia martial arts, then learned Chinese kickboxing, snatching, then got to know contact sports like sambo and judo. As mixed martial arts or MMA beca popular dostically, he was preparing to switch to MMA.
Of course, he’s just practicing now. If he was doing competitions, he’d have never dared to eat out so freely.
Lao Hei knowing a lot of martial arts disciplines was great for ng Fan. This way, ng Fan could ask him any and all questions and not waste ti searching online.
ng Fan managed to understand “wrestling techniques” with Lao Hei’s help.
Wrestling was considered the world’s first competitive sport. The sport had two origins: In the West, it began in ancient Greece, becoming today’s classical wrestling in the Olympics. The other version — freestyle wrestling — also originated from Europe. In the East, the sport was known as Huaxia wrestling, and was also called chiyouxi, wrestling, sumo, or fighting and more.
Of course, there’s Mongolian wrestling and others, which were more or less affected by these two origins.
In the Tang Dynasty, Huaxia wrestling was introduced to the country of Japan, evolving into Japanese wrestling, as well as developing into Nihon jiu-jitsu, which beca judo and karate. Brazilian jiu-jitsu also originated from Japanese jiu-jitsu.
During this evolution, the sport was obviously affected by other martial arts disciplines. anwhile, every martial arts discipline developed, evolved, and learned from other disciplines, gradually becoming today’s modern martial arts.
The thods used may vary, but the principle was the sa. It had to be said that wrestling, judo, and jiu-jitsu all have a lot in common. Wrestling techniques were used throughout the three sports; the difference was, wrestling emphasized takedowns, jiu-jitsu emphasized floor work, while judo featured both.
With the different nas, the biggest difference was the different rules in the competitions.
The MMA competition Lao Hei wanted to do allowed every martial arts discipline. When ng Fan learned the wrestling techniques, he also understood how he could complete the [Wrestling Competition] task.
After the wonderful al, Lao Hei watched ng Fan get into a taxi. After he considered a bit, Lao Hei went back to the dojo. He wanted to see how Jin Taiyun was doing. He really hoped this fight wouldn’t affect ng Fan’s training at the dojo. The double pay for teaching throwing was one thing, and next was that he really liked working with ng Fan.
“Lao Hei.”
As soon as he ca in, several coaches and students ca over to ask him about ng Fan. After all the questions, he understood how ng Fan and Jin Taiyun got into a fight.
“Lao Hei, get over here.”
Lao Hei was busy talking when a cold voice interrupted, making him sheepish. He followed the man who spoke into an office. “Brother Ji, you wanted to see ?”
“That ng Fan left?” The man asked. When Lao Hei nodded, he asked, “Is he coming to train tomorrow?”
Lao Hei stiffened his neck and answered, “Of course, he is. Why shouldn’t he? He paid the tuition. Brother Ji, you are not going to let that Korean…”
“I’m not asking you to make comnts, ok?” The man glanced at Lao Hei and asked again, “When is he coming tomorrow?”
Lao Hei’s neck turned stiff again, “Brother Ji, you’re not going to take revenge for that Korean, are you?” He weakened after another look by the man. The man was his MMA coach, so Lao Hei didn’t dare to go up against him. Lao Hei answered honestly, “Tomorrow after nine.”
“OK. Get out of here.”
“Alright!”
…
“Still working?”
ng Fan didn’t go to the school nor his ho, instead, he headed toward Da i Studios. It was near the Xizi Lake scenic district and just a few minutes walk from the restaurant. On his way there, he sent off a WeChat ssage to Wu Tong.
During lunch, ng Fan already ssaged her, telling her that he was back. Wu Tong replied that she was rushing to complete so work with her teacher.
ng Fan wanted to know if she was still busy. If she was done, he’d go et up with her.
“Not yet. I’ll be pretty late. Do your thing. See you tomorrow. (sad emoji)”
“OK. (crying emoji)”
Soon, ng Fan reached Da i Studios. It was almost six p.m. Though it was dark, there were many people working at the studio.
“Get away from !”
Zhang Zhouwei, who was playing with his phone near the entrance, backed up as soon as he saw ng Fan. “I’m afraid you’ll throw .”
ng Fan was surprised. He glanced over at the other workshop employees and said with resignation, “You all know? I guess good news never leaves the house and bad news travels miles.”
“It’s on Weibo’s Hottest Topics. Of course, we know!”
“It’s not a bad thing. At least everyone knows you’re the real Iron Hero now.”
“Boss, you’re incredible!”
“What happened to that Korean?”
“Is he faking fainting? He looks like he really passed out.”
“Iron Hero, why are you always fighting Koreans?”
“It’s not Iron Hero vs. Koreans, it’s Koreans picking fights with Iron Hero.”
Everyone at the studio joined in, all of them looked at ng Fan excitedly. Maybe it was because the online video was so impressive, or ng Fan’s 11 Charm, or maybe both, everyone thought ng Fan was simply incredible.
Since most of the studio’s employees were females, their heated gazes made ng Fan a little uncomfortable.
Well, if they were all n, he would be even more uncomfortable.
After getting answers to things he needed, ng Fan uttered an excuse and left in a hurry.
As soon as he got to the door, he ran into a man holding two packs of milk tea and coffee. He was in his mid-twenties, had buzz cut hair, and was good-looking and upbeat.
He almost collided with ng Fan. When he looked up at ng Fan, he was taken aback and then seed overjoyed. “ng Boss, how are you? I’m so happy to et you.”
ng Fan smiled and nodded. “I haven’t seen you before. Are you new here?”
The buzz cut guy replied. “I’m Xiang Ping. Oh, my pen na is FlatHeadBro. We’ve chatted before.”
“FlatHeadBro?”
ng Fan imdiately thought of the author of “Rampage and Repair the World,” which was the first book he illustrated for. He asked curiously, “What are you doing here?”
FlatHeadBro blushed.
anwhile, Zhang Zhouwei ca over and glanced at Yan Xixi, the studio’s manager and the chief artist.
When ng Fan saw Yan Xixi also blushing, he understood.
This was one master kneeling to another master, ah!
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