Chapter 382
Zhou Wen has recently become accustomed to being pointed at and talked about in private, especially after the incident with Wang Mingyuan. This situation has become very common. Whenever he is recognized in the college, someone will inevitably point fingers at him.
Of course, not all of them are malicious, most of them are just gossip.
After Wei Feng arrived, the originally lively lecture hall became quiet. It seemed that the students were still quite afraid of Wei Feng.
Zhou Wen secretly looked at Wei Feng and saw that although he was not too tall, he was very imposing, with a relatively strong frame, and he had a sense of strength. Zhou Wen had only seen that in those who served in the army. Although ordinary instructors were strong, they did not have that kind of strength.
"Today we will talk about the application of Yin Jin in boxing." Wei Feng really likes to demonstrate in person when teaching.
Zhou Wen saw Wei Feng take out a transparent silk scarf, hang it on a rope, and then punch the scarf, directly punching a hole in the hanging scarf.
"Who among you would like to give it a try?" Wei Feng glanced at the students who were listening to the lecture.
Zhou Wen originally thought that most students would not be willing to do experiments when their instructors asked them to do so. He had taken classes from other instructors before, and only a few studious students were willing to cooperate.
However, the students listening to the lecture in the classroom raised their hands to sign up enthusiastically, with each one raising their hand higher than the other, as if they were afraid that Wei Feng would not choose them.
"What's going on? Is Wei Feng so popular?" Zhou Wen was a little surprised.
"The student who didn't raise his hand, please come up." Wei Feng glanced around and finally looked towards Zhou Wen.
Zhou Wen looked around and behind him and found that he was the only one in the entire lecture hall who did not raise his hand, while the other students were looking at him with a half-smile.
Zhou Wen immediately understood why the other students raised their hands so enthusiastically. It was obvious that they had already understood Wei Feng's personality and knew that the more they didn't want to go up to do the experiment, the more likely they would be called out by Wei Feng, so they were so active.
"Don't look at it, I'm talking about you." Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen and said.
Zhou Wen had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the podium.
He had listened to some instructors' lectures before, but this was the first time he had seen someone with a temper like Wei Feng.
Even though he called out the names of students, there were still so many students coming to his class. On the other hand, it also showed that Wei Feng’s teaching was indeed very good, otherwise there would have been no students coming to his class. After all, there was more than one boxing instructor in the academy.
"I haven't seen you before. Is this your first time attending my class? What's your name?" Wei Feng asked Zhou Wen while tying the new scarf on the rope.
"Zhou Wen." Zhou Wen replied.
Wei Feng didn't seem to have heard of Zhou Wen's name. He just nodded slightly and said to Zhou Wen, "Okay, you can punch now. Just use the power of your fist. If you can punch through the scarf, I can consider giving you ten credits."
Generally, credits are allocated by class instructors. Pure lecturers like Wei Feng have fewer credits to allocate, but they do have some. They can occasionally use them to reward students.
"Thank you very much, Professor." Zhou Wen felt much better when he heard that there were still credits to be earned.
"It's a good thing to have confidence." Wei Feng said with a smile. He obviously really didn't know Zhou Wen, otherwise he wouldn't have offered to give credits.
Apart from practicing, Wei Feng usually reads some federal news and reports on the battle situation at the front. He has no interest in gossip about students and teachers, so he doesn't know anything about Zhou Wen. He knows about Wang Mingyuan, but he doesn't know much about it.
In Wei Feng's opinion, even those legendary top students would not be able to break the scarf with their bare hands if they had not practiced Yin Jin.
The silk scarf is tough and light, and fists have almost no force when hitting it. Without a good Yin Jin cultivation, no matter how strong the force is, it cannot penetrate the scarf and will only make it swing.
Zhou Wen walked to the scarf, raised his right hand, shook his wrist, and did some wrist exercises.
He had done the same exercise when he was practicing Inch Power before, but at that time he used paper, which was easier to break. With a silk scarf as thin, light and tough as this one, the difficulty is more than one or two levels higher.
Of course, the current Zhou Wen is no longer the same Zhou Wen as before. After moving his wrist, he raised his fist and wanted to hit the scarf tied to the rope.
"Classmate, your posture is wrong. Move your body slightly to the side. When you punch, don't punch straight. Punch sideways..." Wei Feng stepped forward to correct Zhou Wen's movements.
Seeing that Wei Feng was so serious, Zhou Wen naturally couldn't refuse. He cooperated with his entanglement and put on a standard posture.
This kind of posture does help to exert force, but Zhou Wen has already surpassed that level. Even if he lies on the ground, he can still exert a strong enough Yin force.
"Okay, now you can try punching. Remember to use the strength of your wrists and arms, relax your arms, and don't use your muscles too hard before punching..." Wei Feng instructed from the side.
Zhou Wen did as he said and threw a punch. His fist hit the light and thin silk scarf, which was almost unbearable, and directly broke the scarf, leaving a hole in it.
Wei Feng was stunned, wondering, "Could it be that I taught him so well today that he mastered it so quickly? That's not right. Even if I taught him well and he completely grasped it, it's impossible for him to pierce the scarf without a year or two of practice."
"Classmate, have you ever practiced Yin Jin before?" Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen and asked.
"I practiced inch power when I was in high school." Zhou Wen answered truthfully.
"No wonder then." Wei Feng suddenly understood and said with a smile, "That's right. Give me your student number and you won't lose a single credit out of ten."
"Teacher, can I use these ten credits to exchange for a request?" Zhou Wen took the opportunity to ask.
Wei Feng looked at Zhou Wen with interest and said, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"I would like to ask you to be my sparring partner and conduct actual combat training with me when you are free. Is that okay?" Zhou Wen asked.
"Yes, of course. I like motivated students like you the most. After my class, you can practice as long as you want." Wei Feng narrowed his eyes and wrinkles appeared on his face due to his smile.
He was really happy that there were students who wanted to practice with him. This was Wei Feng's favorite program.
"I hope you can hold on a little longer, and don't run away too quickly." Wei Feng thought to himself. He was not afraid of Zhou Wen's enthusiasm for learning, but he was afraid that Zhou Wen would retreat too quickly.
(End of this chapter)
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