pertwk Chapter 89 Reader Survey
Chapter 89 Reader Survey
Fang Shuwen and Fang Shuwen walked to an open space at the edge of the playground and stood three steps apart.
Several students nearby saw that a fight was about to break out and quickly surrounded them.
Especially Fang Shuwen and Guo Ziming, whose relationship used to be that of a young master and his follower.
"Hey, hey, hey, is Guo Ziming going to fight Fang Shuwen?"
"Guo Ziming has been really strong lately. He lifted 360 pounds in a test, which is more than three times the weight he lifted at the beginning of the semester."
"Of course, their family is wealthy, so they hired a professional instructor. I heard they learned a style of boxing called Liuhequan, and they're quite skilled at it."
"Fang Shuwen's chances are slim; his strength seems to be lacking?"
The buzzing of voices grew louder, and Guo Ziming raised his chin even higher as he listened to them.
He put his hands on his hips and gestured towards Fang Shuwen with his lip: "Did you hear that? I'm not the Guo Ziming I used to be. If you want to admit defeat, it's not too late."
He had been beaten by Fang Shuwen once before, and he still remembered it.
You have to win it back at least once.
Fang Shuwen glanced at him, said nothing, but simply stretched out her right hand in a "please" gesture.
Guo Ziming was taken aback by his indifferent attitude, snorted, and stopped talking nonsense.
He assumed a horse stance, took a deep breath, and raised and lowered his arms in front of him, making a series of cracking sounds from his joints.
The starting stance of Liuhequan (Six Harmonies Boxing).
"Take this!"
Guo Ziming pushed off with his feet, leaping forward and unleashing his right fist from his waist, aiming straight for Fang Shuwen's chest.
This punch was quite powerful, with a whooshing sound and considerable speed.
Several students around them stared in amazement.
"Great punch!"
"Guo Ziming's punch was impressive; the force was fully delivered with two cracking sounds!"
As Fang Shuwen watched the fist getting closer and closer, he slipped lightly with his foot.
Snake-like gait.
Guo Ziming's punch missed its mark, and he staggered forward half a step.
At that moment, Fang Shuwen gave a gentle push.
Guo Ziming could no longer stop himself, and fell face down, losing his footing and falling to the ground.
The students around him were all speechless, their mouths agape and their eyes wide, barely able to react.
It took a long time before sounds gradually emerged.
"What just happened? How did Guo Ziming manage to fall flat on his face?"
"Who knows? I didn't understand it."
"Fang Shuwen just twisted his waist and reached out, and Guo Ziming fell!"
Guo Ziming lay on the ground, not moving for a long time.
He wasn't seriously injured, but it was incredibly embarrassing.
Fang Shuwen squatted down and patted his shoulder: "Are you alright?"
Guo Ziming got up from the ground, his face covered in ash and a red mark on the tip of his nose.
He glared at Fang Shuwen, his lips trembling slightly.
"You...you wait, I'll go back and practice some more, I'll definitely beat you next time!"
After saying that, he dusted himself off, turned and walked away, but after a couple of steps he turned back and glared at the students who were watching.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone wrestle before?"
The students quickly looked away, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
They couldn't afford to offend Guo Ziming, after all, the Guo family was a powerful clan in Xikou County.
Zhao Wanqing stood at the other end of the playground and watched the whole scene from beginning to end.
She slightly curled the corners of her mouth, her bones cracking and creaking as she pretended to be serious—it was quite amusing.
……
When the afternoon classes ended and the school bell rang.
Fang Shuwen packed his schoolbag and walked out of the school gate.
Zheng Shulan followed behind him, jogging to catch up.
"Fang Shuwen, what movement technique did you use when you sparred with Guo Ziming today? I've never seen it before!"
"Snake-like steps." Fang Shuwen didn't hide it from her, "It was changed by the martial arts academy."
"Snake-like gait?"
Zheng Shulan tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then continued, "It sounds like something from Snake Style Kung Fu. You're really good at it."
Zheng Shulan is now a bit of a fangirl of Fang Shuwen. Whatever Fang Shuwen says, she praises it along with him, and she's sure to get it right.
Fang Shuwen smiled but didn't reply.
What's so great about his training? He's reached this level entirely thanks to the stat allocation on the character panel.
If you really let him practice on his own, he probably wouldn't even be able to get the hang of it by now.
The two walked along East Street for a while before parting ways at the intersection.
Zheng Shulan got into the Zheng family's car, and Fang Shuwen rode his bicycle towards Xingshu Street.
As he passed the bookstore on East Street, he glanced inside.
Shen Xinyi sat behind the counter, engrossed in a book.
Fang Shuwen hesitated for a moment, then squeezed the brakes and parked the bicycle at the door.
Pushing the door open, the hinges creaked slightly.
Shen Xinyi raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then lowered her head to flip through the book.
"here we go again?"
"Hmm, let's see if there are any new books." Fang Shuwen walked to the bookshelf and glanced around.
Most of it is still the same as before: novels, travelogues, and miscellaneous writings, nothing special.
He looked around but couldn't find a book with alien energy like "The Chronicles of the Ancient Castle".
"What are you looking for?" Shen Xinyi's voice came from behind the counter.
"Just browsing."
Shen Xinyi put down her book, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at him: "You're always so absent-minded when you come here. Do you actually want to buy books or just freeload a seat?"
"Just trying to squeeze in a seat," Fang Shuwen said.
We can't exactly say we're here to try our luck and see if there are any unusual books.
Shen Xinyi was amused by his self-righteous attitude, shook her head, and lowered her head to read her book again.
Fang Shuwen stood in front of the bookshelf for a while, then casually picked up a copy of "Shenghai Fengwu Zhi" and flipped through a couple of pages.
The book describes the scenery, architecture, and local customs of Sheng Hai, accompanied by several black and white photographs.
He turned to the chapter on "National Martial Arts Academy" and paused for a moment.
"The Shenghai Martial Arts Academy is located on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession, covering an area of thirty acres, and its library houses more than 30,000 books on martial arts techniques..."
"Seventeen martial arts techniques at the Martial Saint level..."
More than 30,000 copies.
There are more than ten martial arts techniques at the Martial Saint level!
Fang Shuwen's eyes lit up.
Goodness, no wonder it's the Southern Martial Arts Academy, its collection is truly extensive!
Fang Shuwen closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and then prepared to leave.
Just then, the shop door was pushed open.
"Miss Shen, the new book has arrived."
A young man in a gray cloth jacket walked in carrying a burlap sack. A layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, indicating that he had walked quite a distance.
He put the sack down next to the counter and took a breath.
He then pulled a crumpled delivery slip from his pocket and handed it to Shen Xinyi.
"The Commercial Press has two hundred copies in stock this month. Please check them."
Shen Xinyi nodded and began to inspect the goods.
"Oh, Miss Shen, there's one more thing. Sheng Hai asked me to inquire whether the copies of 'Tales of the Ancient Castle' that were sent out before have been sold?"
"If they were sold, who did they go to?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Xinyi immediately stopped what she was doing, looked up at the delivery man, and frowned slightly.
"What? We need to register buyer information just for selling a few books? When did the Commercial Press start having this rule?"
The young man, taken aback by her question, scratched his head and chuckled twice.
"Ms. Shen, please don't overthink it. It was just a casual question from someone at the bookstore in Shenghai; they just wanted to do a reader survey."