In the courtyard, a group of men and women, dressed in uniform, were shouting and drinking.

The younger ones are only eleven or twelve years old, while the older ones look to be in their twenties or thirties.

Some were riding horseback, holding huge boulders that weighed at least fifty or sixty kilograms, and they were covered in sweat.

Some were hitting wooden or iron stakes non-stop, with their hands flying up and down. The speed of two older men was so fast that it was difficult for Wang Yu to catch it with the naked eye, and he could only see a few points.

Afterimage.

Seeing is believing, which made Wang Yu even more determined.

What this boxing gym teaches is not the pretentious showmanship seen in previous lives.

"Who are you looking for?" One of the older men stopped practicing and noticed Wang Yu coming in, so he walked over and asked.

"I'm here to become a disciple." Wang Yu said immediately.

The man looked Wang Yu up and down and was not surprised.

Every few days, young people like Wang Yu would come to learn from his master.

These days, martial arts training is a visible and tangible way out.

Of course, it's not that easy to become famous.

After all, this is real Kung Fu. In addition to enduring hardship, it also requires everyone's innate qualifications.

Your basic skills and understanding cannot be too bad, otherwise practicing will be a waste of time, energy, and money.

"Master is not here today, please come back tomorrow," the man said.

When Wang Yu heard that it was such an unfortunate coincidence, he was about to give up.

Suddenly, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a goatee appeared next to him.

It seemed that he had just returned from outside the door, but there was no sound under his feet. He was not noticed by the male disciple until he walked to Wang Yu.

The male disciple immediately said respectfully: "Master, you are back."

"Yes." Sun Chengshan clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Yu with his small eyes.

The male disciple immediately continued: "He came to learn martial arts today. You were not here just now, so I asked him to come back tomorrow."

Sun Chengshan looked at Wang Yu, his expression remained calm, "Do you know the rules here?"

"I know." Wang Yu handed over a stack of neatly arranged star tickets.

There are ones with a denomination of ten, and some with a denomination of one hundred, totaling a thousand broken crystal coins in total.

As early as more than a year ago, Wang Yu's predecessor had already inquired about all the martial arts schools in the entire town.

Every martial arts gym has to charge tuition fees for accepting apprentices. Among them, the Wuying Boxing Gym on Qinggang Street has the lowest tuition fee, only one thousand broken crystal coins.

In the past, Wang Yu tried his best to save money just to find a way to practice martial arts.

Now Wang Yu wants to try to practice martial arts, not for anything else but because of a small interface that often pops up in his mind.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Human race

Cultivation: None

Martial arts skills: none

This small interface is all too familiar to me as a game designer.

He learned martial arts just to see if the interface in his mind was an illusion, or a small piece of game interface that he had not finished designing and had traveled through time together.

Sun Chengshan had seen many people who came to be his disciples over the years, and with his sharp eyesight he could naturally tell that this money was probably Wang Yu's entire net worth.

To be able to hand over the money in such a smooth manner, and to look calm and not nervous and flustered when facing him, is to surpass most of his peers.

"Where do you live?" Sun Chengshan asked, not sure if it was for money's sake, but his tone was slightly gentler.

"Baisha Street." Wang Yu replied with a respectful attitude.

Of course, Mouse Street is not really called Mouse Street. The official street name is Baisha Street.

But later on, it became increasingly dirty and messy, attracting swarms of rats and ants, so it was privately known as Rat Street.

"Yeah." Sun Chengshan nodded, it was exactly what he thought.

"Don't worry, I accept disciples here regardless of their origins. As long as you can afford the tuition, I will give you a chance.

Your mind is quite calm, come in."
Chapter completed!