Chapter 42 Gymnasium

Wednesday.

As soon as the morning class was over, Fang Ping went straight to Guanhu Garden.

Sales Department.

After Fang Ping paid the final payment, he got various documents and keys, went to the house to check it, and it was considered as an acceptance.

After paying the final payment, Fang Ping only had more than 410,000 points in deposits and cash.

...

The staff of the sales department left.

With no one in the way, Fang Ping felt much more relaxed.

Walking around the empty room alone, Fang Ping was in a good mood.

In just a few days, I bought a big house by myself.

Thinking of Fang Yuan's reaction when he knew he had bought a big house, Fang Ping thought it would be very interesting.

But Fang Ping didn't plan to tell his family for the time being, even if he did, he would have to wait until the college entrance examination was over.

I have been admitted to the martial arts, and when the time comes, no matter whether it is to make money from cooperation with Wang Jinyang, or to invest in advance from a big company, there will be an excuse.

Now that the family knows about it, it must cause parents to worry.

"Buy some fitness equipment, but don't buy furniture for the time being.

I also need to buy some necessary sofas, tables and chairs, otherwise there will be no place to sit.

By the way, I have to buy a bed, and I may stay here..."

After thinking about what he needed to buy, Fang Ping went out without delay.

...

after an hour.

Fang Ping walked out from the biggest furniture mall in the city.

All the necessary things have been ordered, and the deposit has been paid, and it will be delivered to the door in the next two days.

He didn't buy anything too good for sofas, tables and chairs, as long as they can be used.

However, the fitness equipment that Fang Ping chose was above average.

Even if he runs out, he can still use it for Fangyuan, which is not a waste.

The sofa, tables and chairs didn't cost much, but the equipment was not cheap.

After all the calculations, after the payment is completed, there will be about 390,000 left on hand.

...

Back at school, Chen Fan asked slightly curiously, "Fang Ping, why do you feel like you've been running around lately?"

In the past, Fang Ping didn't go home at noon, and neither did he.

The two usually go to the cafeteria or eat out together, but they rarely see Fang Ping recently.

"Some things have happened recently, and I've been busy."

"Although you have applied for martial arts, martial arts is difficult to pass, so don't relax in culture class..."

Chen Fan reminded him again tirelessly, Fang Ping nodded with a smile.

This is only when you have friendship. If you are not familiar with it, I wish you would stop reading and have fewer competitors.

While the two were talking, Yang Jian in the front row turned around and said, "Fang Ping, do you want to exercise together at night?"

A few days ago, Fang Ping had been digesting the effect of improving Qi and blood.

I don't have time, and I don't think it is necessary to go to exercise with them.

But now that I have learned the exercises, I can't use it when I stand at home or practice these days.

There is nothing in the new house right now, and Fang Ping doesn't want to go there for the time being, so it's not bad to take advantage of this time to see how others are exercising.

After thinking about it, Fang Ping nodded and said, "Okay, let's go together tonight."

Yang Jian just casually said that Fang Ping didn't go to the previous invitations.

I didn't expect Fang Ping to agree to it just by saying it casually this time, and Yang Jian couldn't react for a while.

But soon Yang Jian grinned and said, "Okay, let's go together after school.

Fang Ping, there will be a lot of people there, and there will be many top students in the school exercising there.

Look at other people's exercise methods, maybe it will help you. "

"good……"

"..."

The two made an appointment to be together after school, didn't say anything more, and began to wait for the teacher to start class.

...

Soon, the afternoon class was over.

Some of the liberal arts students will go to study by themselves at night, but Fang Ping and others like martial arts students can hardly do it.

Fang Ping also went to participate in group exercise tonight, Wu Zhihao and others all knew about it.

As they walked out, Wu Zhihao smiled and said, "Fang Ping, you probably haven't been to the gymnasium, have you?

Guaranteed to blow your mind! "

The gymnasium he was talking about was a gymnasium built by No. 1 Middle School, which was specially prepared for martial arts students to polish their bodies.

Not every student can have their own gym.

Even if there is, the atmosphere is different.

Wu Zhihao's family can exercise, but he prefers to go to the gym with everyone.

There are too many people, although it is a bit messy, but everyone compares with each other, so that they have the motivation to exercise.

Exercising alone is boring, and many people can't bear this kind of loneliness.

Fang Ping laughed and said, "An eye-opener? Could it be that other people can play tricks when they exercise?"

Before Wu Zhihao could speak, Zhang Hao laughed and said, "Fang Ping, I don't understand!

Not all martial arts students are male, there are also many female students.

When exercising, are you still wrapped in rice dumplings?

Tsk tsk, anyway, you'll know when you see it..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Nan, one of the two female martial arts candidates in class (4), said angrily, "Don't be so obscene, you think Fang Ping is just like you!

Always staring at girls, embarrassing our class! "

Zhang Hao didn't care either, Fang Ping smiled and said, "Do you understand Zhang Nan's words? Let's not stare at the other girls in the class, just stare at her."

"Get lost!" Zhang Nan rolled his eyes.

"Don't be so fierce, the more fierce you are, the less I dare to look at it, no one will look at it, you are at a big loss..."

"Zhang Hao, are you looking for a beating?"

"..."

The two fight each other every day, and everyone else is no stranger to it.

Wu Zhihao ignored the two of them, and smiled while walking: "Don't listen to Zhang Hao's nonsense, seeing girls is also one of the benefits, but that's not the point.

There are quite a few top students from other classes in the gymnasium, and some of them have their own way of exercising.

We can watch from the sidelines, and if it works, we can also use it.

But we are almost finalized now, Fang Ping, you can take a look and learn systematically. "

Fang Ping nodded, everyone was chatting, and they had already arrived in front of the gymnasium.

The gymnasium is manned and not open to the public.

However, students of No. 1 Middle School, regardless of civil and military subjects, can enter, of course, there is a fee.

The fee is not expensive, it costs two yuan a time, and it is not charged according to the duration.

Fang Ping paid the money, but the others didn't need it. Those who come here for a long time can directly apply for a monthly card.

The charge is actually to prevent too many people from rushing in.

Although the fee of two yuan is not high, it is not really for exercising, and it is not a waste of money to watch the excitement.

...

The second floor of the gymnasium.

As soon as Fang Ping entered, he felt a wave of heat.

There was a lot of voices and shouts and shouts.

The layout is similar to that of a normal gym, but the people in it at the moment are all boys and girls.

As soon as Wu Zhihao and the others came, someone shouted, "Zhihao, this way!"

"Zhihao, let's compare!"

"Yang Jian, how much blood do you have?"

"..."

They are all from the same school. No. 1 Middle School has less than 300 candidates for martial arts, and even fewer people who come here often, probably less than 200.

Wu Zhihao's vitality is not low, and he is also a top-notch type among these people. Many people know him.

Hearing everyone's greetings, Wu Zhihao said with a smile: "Today is no competition, let's exercise by ourselves."

Fang Ping said in a low voice, "Compared to what?"

"It's nothing, everyone just joins in the fun, compares push-ups, pull-ups, and sometimes pulls up..."

Wu Zhihao explained casually, and led Fang Ping and the others to an area with few people.

Others have their own plans, and each finds free equipment to start assisting exercise.

Wu Zhihao found an empty comprehensive training device and guided Fang Ping to exercise.

Although Fang Ping knew how to use it, but Old Wu was warm-hearted, and Fang Ping couldn't refuse. He looked around while listening to Wu Zhihao's explanation.

There are a lot of people on the second floor of the gymnasium, but the place is big enough to not look crowded.

There are indeed many girls among them, and naturally they don't wear much when exercising.

But to be honest, Fang Ping is not interested, nor does he find it very attractive.

A group of young and beautiful high school students, if they were on the beach, Fang Ping would take a few more glances.

But now, everyone is sweating profusely, and girls' sweat smells no better than boys', so he won't post it.

Wu Zhihao instructed Fang Ping on how to use the equipment while whispering, "There is still a third floor in the gymnasium."

"Um?"

"There are very few people on the third floor, but the third floor is more interesting than the second floor. People who come here for the first time like to visit the third floor."

Wu Zhihao explained in a low voice: "You know, No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Yangcheng, and Yangcheng is not without warriors.

Wu Zhe's children, grandchildren, and grandchildren, if they go to high school, almost all of them are in No. 1 Middle School.

Although there are not many descendants of these warriors in each session, it is not without them.

In our class this year, the elders are warriors, and there are two of them.

Including the first and second graders, there are 7 elder martial artists in our school family.

These 7 people also often come here to exercise.

However, they are generally not on the second floor, but exercise on the third floor.

Fang Ping, are you interested? "

"Can we go too?" Fang Ping was slightly surprised.

"Of course, the school didn't prohibit it, but usually we seldom go there.

There are not many equipments on the third floor, and these guys have warriors in their elders, so they can't play with us.

But if you go and have a look, they won't say anything. Generally, people who come here for the first time like to go and see the excitement.

Of course, if you come here often, you won’t be bothered to go, it’s boring to read. "

Fang Ping became interested, got up and said: "Then go up and see, are these people high-blooded?"

"That's it, a little higher than us, but also limited."

Wu Zhihao took Fang Ping upstairs, lowered his voice again, and said, "The warriors in Yangcheng are not of high grade, and their qualifications are limited.

Who is really powerful, who stays in Yangcheng?

Those with high grades, their sons and daughters are not in No. 1 Middle School, either in Ruiyang No. 1 Middle School, or they study in big cities. "

Fang Ping knew it well, no wonder there was very little heard of a strong Second Generation Wu in No. 1 Middle School.

The elders of the second-generation martial arts who study in No. 1 Middle School are generally first- and second-rank martial artists, and most of them are first-rank martial artists.

And most of them are social warriors. These people have limited resources for their own cultivation, so naturally they can't provide too much for their children.

Even if the qi and blood are stronger, it is limited to be higher than the average person.

While talking, the two had reached the third floor.

Very spacious and very quiet!

This was Fang Ping's first impression, completely different from the heat wave downstairs.

There are very few people!

Although there are 7 members of No. 1 Middle School Wu Erdai, not everyone will come here, nor will they come together every time.

Fang Ping glanced at it, and there were only 5 people in total on the huge third floor, and two of them were obviously just like Fang Ping and the others to watch the fun.

There are only 3 people who are really practicing.

Yes, practice!

It's not the "Tempering Method", that low-grade martial artist dare not let their children practice, but stands up!

Fang Ping, who had already read "Sixteen Forms of Pile Kung Fu", could tell at a glance that the three people upstairs were standing stances.