The way of football

"With a score of 580, I should be admitted to the key class of No. 580 Middle School." Zhang Fan let out a long breath, as if he had let go of the pressure of the exam, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart.In more than a year, he almost made up all the courses from elementary school to the second year of junior high school, and his grades also entered the top ten from the bottom of the original class.The score of [-] this time may be able to break into the top five of the class.

In the past year and a half, Zhang Fan has never played football or watched a game.

For a year and a half, he has been practicing the "Marrow Washing Sutra" under the guidance of Zhang Youjin, and walks to school every day with five kilograms of iron leggings.In addition to studying, his only hobby is playing basketball, because his elder brother ** said: Playing basketball can increase height.

In the past year and a half, Zhang Fan's 12-meter speed has been run in 15 seconds. He can almost touch the rebound when he takes off from the spot. He is already 145 years old, but his height is fixed at [-] centimeters, and he has never grown any taller. point.

Zhang Fan has become a little monster in the eyes of others, with terrifying speed and jumping ability, but he is always short of height.For this reason, Li Hai, the basketball coach in the town, found his home three times, wanting Zhang Fan to practice basketball instead, but Zhang Youyin politely refused.

Li Hai regretted and said to Zhang Youyin with great heartache: "If you don't let such a talented kid play basketball, it's a waste of money."

Zhang Youyin couldn't tell: "Coach Li, I am very grateful for your kindness, but you also know how important height is to a basketball player. Zhang Fan is not tall enough."

Li Hai felt that there was a door and said eagerly: "Children grow up early and late. As long as Zhang Fan can grow to 1 meters, I can guarantee that he can enter the national team. If he can grow to more than 1.8 meters, he can enter the NBA." No problem either."

Zhang Youyin sighed and thought, let alone 1.7 meters five, even if he can grow to 1 meters, Xiao Fan will not come back from Argentina.He saw that Coach Li was too difficult, so he pushed it on Zhang Fan: "It's not that I don't let Xiao Fan practice, it's that Xiao Fan doesn't like basketball."

"Nonsense!" Li Hai stood up excitedly, "Zhang Fan plays basketball every day, how could he not like it!" He looked around Zhang Fan's home, "Without money, the clothing and basketball school can be taken for him. "

Zhang Fan stood up silently and said, "Teacher, I really don't like playing basketball. I just play to grow taller."

Li Hai opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan and him looked at each other, eyes full of sincerity and pain.

Li Hai understood that the Zhang family must have something to hide, he let out a long sigh and patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and left.

Zhang Fan never thought that his high school life would be so difficult.

When he entered the school gate on the first day of school, the guard stopped him, "Hey, little guy, go out and play, you can't enter here casually."

Zhang Fan gave him a sideways look, without answering, and pointed to the school badge on his chest.

The guard Li Yanzhi glanced at the school badge casually, and smiled: "The little guy is so naughty, did he steal your brother's?"

Zhang Fan became angry and glared at Li Yanzhi: "I am a student here!"

"He is a freshman, and we are classmates." At this moment, a girl in a green windbreaker and riding a small red electric scooter stopped beside Zhang Fan charmingly and said, "She is Zhang Fan." classmate An Chun.

After Li Yanzhi heard this, he immediately thought of the kind of genius boy advertised on TV, and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, Zhang Fan, who went to high school at such a young age. You are indeed a genius boy. I still went to high school when you were so tall Primary school."

People in their 40s who can be their uncles say sorry to themselves, what else can Zhang Fan say?Seeing more and more people, he hurried to the school.

"Wait for me." An Chun shouted from behind.

Zhang Fan didn't slow down, and waited until the crowd was far away before stopping and waiting for An Chun to catch up, "Thank you for helping me out." Zhang Fan said gratefully.

"It's nothing, a classmate, Zhang Fan, what class are you in?" An Chun asked.

"Class Thirteen." Zhang Fan said flatly.

"Oh, we are in the same class, how many points did you get in the test?" An Chun asked excitedly.

"580 points." Zhang Fan answered with some pride. Anyone who can improve their scores from the last few to this level in more than a year will be proud.But he doesn't like walking with An Chun very much. It's not that An Chun is too ugly, but that An Chun is too beautiful and eye-catching. Although she is only a young girl who has not developed well, her figure is close to He was 170cm taller, especially the two slender thighs made Zhang Fan feel ashamed.

"Ah! 580 points, that's really amazing. Your grades have improved so fast. This time, you should be able to enter the top ten of our study." An Chun said in surprise, she couldn't help but be more interested in the little boy in front of her. curious.This boy who is the smallest in the class is simply a riddle. He only transferred in the second semester of the second year of junior high school. He got second place in the first exam. After that, he moved forward at a speed of more than 10 every time. No.1 in this class is still high.Although he is small, he is the fastest running boy and the highest jumping boy in the school. In addition, he is also very strong. I remember once a boy joked that he was a little dwarf. More than 1 children were beaten black and blue.However, Zhang Fan usually doesn't like to talk, and he basically has no friends. He always walks home after school by himself.For some reason, since Zhang Fan transferred here, she really wanted to find out what secret this boy was hiding.

Zhang Fan didn't speak. He didn't know how to talk to girls. In the Boca youth training base, there were only boys and no girls.An Chun didn't know what to think and didn't speak, the two walked into the first year of high school silently.Class thirteen.

Zhao Lun, the head teacher of Grade [-] and Class [-], has been in a bad mood for the past few days. This time, a key teacher like him came down to teach Grade [-]. Isn’t this overkill? Although Class [-] is also a top class, he still Some are aggrieved.

Teaching the first year of senior high school is more leisurely, but there is no entrance award, and the salary of more than 1000 yuan can be used as farts, but for the graduating class, as long as there are a few more exams, the bonus is higher than a year's salary, not to mention walking a few years. a famous brand.He knew in his heart that this was the work of the teaching director Han Lin. He and Han Lin had always had a bad relationship. There was no enmity, but the teaching philosophy was incompatible. "Let's wait and see!" Zhao Lin sneered secretly.

Walking into the classroom, Zhao Lun saw a child lying on the table playing with a pen, and he suddenly became angry: "Who brought the child?"

Zhao Lun saw the whole class looking at him strangely, he was a little confused, what's wrong?His face had been washed and his trousers were well zipped, so he decided to give these ignorant freshmen a blow.

"Who brought it, talk! This is a school, not a kindergarten. Take the child home!" Zhao Lun reprimanded severely.

Now the expressions of the whole class became even weirder, and some of them were blushing.

At this time, Zhao Lun saw the child standing up, which was almost the same as sitting, "Teacher, I am a student in this class."

"What?" Zhao Lun almost jumped up. He understood why the student's expression was so weird. For a while, this backbone teacher who had taught countless demonstration classes and had a wealth of teaching wit didn't know how to end it.

silence!

If you don't break out in silence, you die in silence.The students finally couldn't hold back anymore, and a burst of laughter broke out in the classroom.

"Don't laugh!" Zhao Lun shouted straight, but couldn't control it for a while, until Zhao Lun almost smashed the blackboard eraser, and the laughter gradually stopped.At this time, the boy who looked like a child had bulging veins on his forehead, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Zhao Lun squeezed out a smile: "What's your name?"

"Zhang Fan!" Zhang Fan replied stiffly, his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were pinched into the flesh.

"Student Zhang Fan, the teacher apologizes to you for the misunderstanding just now." As an excellent teacher, Zhao Lun chose the smartest way.

Sure enough, Zhao Lun's apology won the respect of the whole class, and Zhang Fan's hostility also decreased a lot.

"How old are you?" Zhao Lun tried to make his voice gentler.

"15!" Zhang Fan's answer was still a little stiff.

Zhao Lun resisted the idle thought of asking him how tall he was, and asked Zhang Fan to sit down.Then arrange the students into groups, announce the members of the class committee, and distribute textbooks and homework. Zhang Fan, who is the shortest, sat in the first row as a matter of course.The No. 1 Chu Yu in the class is the same as him, and he is also the monitor of Class 13.The class committees of the new class are generally assigned according to their grades. The class leader with the best grades, No. 2 is the study committee member, and so on.An Chun joked that this is "learning and excellence will lead to official career".Zhang Fan got No. 5 in the exam and was assigned the position of a mathematics class representative. An Chun, who was good at singing and dancing, became a cultural and entertainment committee member.

Most of the freshmen do not attend class on the first day. It is often the end when the new teacher comes to the classroom to get to know the students and talk about the historical status of the subject and its importance in the college entrance examination.

On the first day of school, Zhang Fan felt extremely uncomfortable. The high school students' bodies are relatively well developed, unlike the junior high school students who have a few short ones who don't pay much attention to them. On the high school campus, Wherever Zhang Fan went, there were people pointing and discussing secretly, and even some bored students deliberately walked to Zhang Fan's side to compare which part of Zhang Fan's body he was on.

After school, Zhang Fan still walked back to his uncle Zhang Youjin's house. No. [-] Middle School was three miles farther from his uncle's house than the town, but Zhang Fan still walked to school like junior high school, and he was still wearing five kilograms of iron leggings.

"Shall I take you with me?" Zhang Fan heard a sweet voice behind him, and turned around to find that it was An Chun.

"No need, I'm used to walking." Zhang Fan was at a loss.

"Does your family live in the suburbs?" An Chun looked at Zhang Fan's walking direction and asked curiously.

"No, I'm going to my uncle's house." Zhang Fan was a little absent-minded, he had already seen many people paying attention to them.

An Chun also saw Zhang Fan's embarrassment, she smiled and waved to Zhang Fan, said bye, and the electric car sped into the traffic ahead.

Looking at the back of An Chun going away, Zhang Fan had a bitter face, how he wished he could have a pair of long legs.

"Master, the school requires evening self-study, so I can only come here on Saturdays." Zhang Fan said in a low voice, he was a little in awe of this old man who didn't talk much.

Zhang Youyin sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. When Zhang Fan came, he didn't even open his eyes and said, "You have to be by my side to practice."

"I understand." Zhang Fan lowered his head and said, making his body even smaller.

"The rice should be still hot in the pot." Zhang Youjin said. He was full of pity for the child. No matter how difficult the movements he taught, Zhang Fan could learn them in no time. God gave him such a good athletic talent. He has a dwarf figure, and fate is so tricky.

After the meal, Zhang Fan came to the courtyard and slowly did warm-up exercises, flexing his wrists and ankles, bending his waist, and twisting his neck, all of which were necessary preparations for strenuous activities.Failure to do so may result in injury.Half an hour later, Zhang Fan moved a recliner for Zhang Youjin, and showed Zhang Youjin the boxing techniques he had learned one by one.After practicing boxing, Zhang Fan practiced sword and staff a few times.Zhang Youjin was lying on the chair as if he had fallen asleep, he didn't care about Zhang Fan's practice, he was totally different from a martial arts coach in a sports school, he demanded meticulous attention to every movement, he didn't care if his hands were too high or his kicks were too low.Zhang Fan is used to all of this. Zhang Youjin told him that the martial arts taught in martial arts schools are not real martial arts, but martial arts for performance. Real martial arts are for beating people, not for people to watch. It doesn't matter if it looks good or not.

Zhang Fan was sweating profusely after finishing the routine, and ran to the kitchen to boil a large pot of traditional Chinese medicine, which was used by Zhang Youjin to soak his body.This pot of traditional Chinese medicine is boiled with dozens of kinds of traditional Chinese medicines. After boiling, it cools down to about [-] degrees. Zhang Fan has to soak in it for an hour every day.After soaking in the potion, Zhang Youjin took a white wax rod and beat Zhang Fan's whole body continuously. The strength he used changed from light to heavy, and Zhang Fan's skin also changed from white to red, but Zhang Fan didn't feel any pain. Over the years, he was used to this kind of whipping.The beating lasted for half an hour before it stopped, but Zhang Fan's day's tasks were not over, he still had to practice the Marrow Washing Sutra.

When everything was over, Zhang Youjin took out a big plastic bag from the back room, and said to Zhang Fan, "This is the medicine you use to soak your body. Put one bag at a time, it's enough for you for a week."

Zhang Fan took it, and finally couldn't help asking: "Master, what kind of kung fu did you teach me? What are these medicines for?"

Zhang Youjin was silent for a while, before he said: "The thirteen Taibao practices horizontally, those potions are for training your skin, muscles and bones. This kind of kung fu pays attention to training your breath internally and externally training your muscles, bones and skin."

Zhang Fan asked strangely: "I heard that Kung Fu can be divided into internal and external ones. Does Hard Kung Fu also need to practice Qi?"

Zhang Youjin let out a hey, took out a rusty iron box from under the coffee table, opened it, put a glass in it, closed the lid, and slammed the box with his palm.Zhang Fan heard a crash in the box, and the iron box lid, which was as thick as a finger, was slightly deformed.

Zhang Youjin opened the box, and the glass inside had become a pile of broken glass.

Zhang Fan excitedly said: "I understand, you soaked my body with medicine and beat my body with a stick just strengthened my skin and bones, but my internal organs are still very fragile. Internal organs."

"You are very savvy. The real masters are both internal and external. If you can practice hard for 20 years, you can squeeze into this rank. But now is a legal and democratic society, and there is no need for real warriors. Can you Master Zhi Yuan should feel at ease by passing this kung fu on." Zhang Youjin said with a smile, but the smart Zhang Fan still saw a touch of loneliness in his eyes.A real master of martial arts is born at an untimely time, and loneliness is inevitable.

Not long after he entered the second year of high school, Zhang Fan resigned from his position as a class representative, because he didn't want to show his face. He kept his ranking in the top ten every time he took the exam, and he didn't want to stand on a high podium and become the focus of everyone.The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, Zhang Fan keeps a low profile but still can't escape the harassment of troublemakers, most of which is because of An Chun.

After entering the second year of high school, An Chun became more and more beautiful, and her height reached an astonishing 175cm. After helping Zhang Fan out of the siege at the gate, she ran to Zhang Fan's seat to talk to Zhang Fan when she was free. This caused the boys in class [-] to become jealous, saying that An Chun and Zhang Fan were the modern Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang, and some even called Zhang Fan "Wu Da" to their faces.Faced with this kind of insult, Zhang Fan certainly wouldn't bear it. After he beat up the boy, no one dared to call him in person, but he still called Zhang Fan like that behind his back. Zhang Fan was troubled for a long time and gradually got used to it. Now, who made him so short, can he stop the mouths of the world? ;

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