Chapter 4: Can you operate a sewing machine?
"Coach Fang, I feel so sore here. Is it because I'm training incorrectly?"
"It's normal to feel sore, swollen, and numb if you don't practice."
"Coach, I seem to have gained another two pounds in the past two days. Do I need more training?"
"You need to eat less."
"Xiao Fang, I have a class scheduled for Saturday. Don't forget. Oh, and how many classes do I have left? Are you short on sales this month? Do you want Sister Wang to buy the 5,000 yuan class?"
Fang Yu’s students are basically all women, of all ages. After five classes, Fang Yu felt that her hands were covered with a layer of powder.
After dealing with the young ladies, older ladies and older ladies wearing vests, suspenders, yoga clothes and sports bras, Fang Yu quickly took a shower in the bathroom, changed her clothes and prepared to leave the gym and return to the dormitory.
If I don't go back now, the curfew will be up. There is an exhibition near the school these days, and all the hotels within a five-kilometer radius are full. Once the curfew is up, I can't stay in the hotel, so I have to stay at Wang Xiaoya's house like yesterday.
When I was in my sophomore year, there were no more dormitory inspections. I thought I could do whatever I wanted, but the school started to implement door access control, forcing many students who used to study in the classroom until one or two o'clock in the morning to go back to the dormitory to study. It was really terrible.
This vice president from the Academy of Social Sciences is crazy. He wants to control everything, but he can't control anything well.
Previously, the Academy of Social Sciences was an independent college, but it was merged into the National Academy of Social Sciences at the end of last year.
The former president of the Academy of Social Sciences was transformed into the vice president of a national university with a relatively low ranking.
Being in charge of discipline, the administrative level has been promoted.
Since the start of the second half of the school year, the student dormitories at the National Xiguan Campus have started to implement access control, and it was this guy who did it.
When he was in charge of dormitory access control in a double first-class comprehensive university, many students laughed at him on the campus network, saying that he was transferred from a non-double first-class university.
Previously, at the National Xiguan Campus, many students would study in classrooms until one or two in the morning, even when it was not exam season. Now, everyone has to return to the dormitory on time, otherwise they have to find accommodation on their own.
Wang Xiaoya lives alone in a 280-square-meter apartment. There is no problem with living there, but her waist cannot bear it.
"Xiao Fang, don't go yet. Come here. I have something to talk to you about." Fang Yu, who was zipping up his clothes with his head down, looked up and saw the store manager Sun Yang waving at him with a sunny face.
Sun Yang is in his early thirties. He has never attended a sports school and is not from a professional background.
It is said that Sun Yang started working as an apprentice to Mada, the boss of Chaoyue Fitness, when he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he also worked as a coach for several years.
After Chaoyue grew bigger and opened more than a dozen branches, Sun Yang became the manager of the Joy City store and was considered Mada's confidant.
Fang Yu sighed, put on his clothes, and went to Sun Yang's office: "Brother Sun, what's the matter?"
"Xiao Fang, look at this. Sister Zhou, which Sister Zhou? That student of yours who just bought 30,000 lessons last week. Do you remember?"
Sun Yang had a pleasant expression on his face. "Ms. Zhou told me today that she wants you to go to her house and give her lessons one day a week. One lesson will count as three. What do you think?"
Fang Yu rolled his eyes: "Brother Sun, I won't perform."
Sun Yang's face tightened and he scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Beyond is a legitimate fitness organization, what do you take us for?"
Then, he changed his tone to one of earnestness.
"Xiao Fang, Sister Zhou said that the child at home is young and needs to be taken care of."
"You don't have classes every Wednesday afternoon, so why don't you go on Wednesday afternoon? This way, it won't take up your part-time job on Saturdays and Sundays. Is that okay with you?"
The child at home is young? Her son is already a junior in college, one year older than me, how can he be young?
So small is considered small?
Fang Yu scratched his ear with his little finger, looking dazed.
Little Gouba kid, if it weren't for your good monthly performance, I would have beaten you to death long ago.
Seeing Fang Yu indifferent, Sun Yang cursed in his heart, but said it with sincerity on his face.
"Xiao Fang, I am optimistic about you."
"Look, we have so many coaches. You said you only teach from 7 to 9 pm. Okay, I agreed to that, right?"
"You said you have exams every June and December, and they're only held on Saturdays and Sundays. I agreed to that, right? Other coaches don't get this treatment, right?"
"Even if you do the store a favor, several of our students were introduced by Sister Zhou, and they can contribute tens of thousands of dollars to your sales every month. You should consider it carefully."
Fang Yu raised his eyebrows: "Brother Sun, don't think about it, I definitely won't go."
"I make tens of thousands of dollars in sales every month, but I only get 30% of it. Other full-time coaches get 40%. Why don't you say anything?"
Sun Yang was furious when he heard this.
Other coaches sold classes, and 7 out of 10 classes were "dead classes". The store only needed to give the coaches a one-time commission and the tuition fees for those three classes.
Fang Yu was lucky. His students didn't even have two dead classes in ten classes.
Nominally, it's 10% less than other coaches, but in reality, he gets a lot more.
The more the coach gets, the less the gym gets.
The so-called dead classes mean that students pay money and buy courses, but do not attend classes. They fish for three days and dry the net for two days, and never come to the next class until the deadline.
Gyms love these kind of students the most, as they make money from them.
But for private trainers, such students are useless.
You don’t have to pay the instructor for fixed classes.
The gym will make pure profit for the part of the class that was not attended, and will not pay a penny to the coach except for a one-time bonus when signing the contract.
Sun Yang tried to persuade Fang Yu again and again with all his heart, but seeing that Fang Yu remained unmoved, and then looking at Fang Yu's nonchalant expression, the anger that had been suppressed in him suddenly rose up.
Sun Yang slammed the table and yelled, "Fang Yu! Why the hell are you pretending to be so noble!?"
"You think you're so great just because you're a college student! Who hasn't been to college?!"
"You've never sold yourself before? Don't think I don't know. You just think Sister Zhou is too old. You and that bitch Wang Xiaoya were flirting with each other, and you thought no one could see it!"
Fang Yu had been leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed. When he heard what Sun Yang said, his face darkened and he crossed his arms. "Mr. Sun, listen to me carefully. You said I can do it, but don't say anything about my students."
"There's nothing wrong between me and Sister Xiaoya. You're ruining her reputation. Aren't you afraid that someone will smash your store?"
"If you like pimping so much, why don't you sell it yourself?"
Sun Yang didn't expect Fang Yu, who had always been smiling, to suddenly turn hostile. He was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Who are you talking to, you little brat!?"
"If you don't go, get the hell out of here, and don't even think about getting a penny of this month's commission! What? You still want to hit me?"
After saying that, Sun Yang glanced at Fang Yu's bulging deltoid muscles with a little fear.
Sun Yang used to be a coach and had a pretty good body, but after being a store manager for so long, the little skeletal muscles on his body had been sucked away by all sorts of female demons.
If Fang Yu really took action, he would probably be beaten down by another person.
Fang Yu leaned back in his chair and raised his chin.
"Sun Yang, you really are the wooden fish in the temple—born to be beaten."
"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."
"Last month, I made a total of 123,000 yuan in sales, 60 hours of lessons, and the total amount of tuition fees plus bonuses is 34,000 yuan. If you don't give it to me, don't regret it."
Sun Yang crossed his legs and sneered, "Regret? Little brat, let me teach you a lesson, there's no point in saying harsh words, you know, if you don't want to do it, get out!"
Fang Yu laughed: "Okay, I don't want this money, you can keep it."
After saying that, Fang Yu threw his sports backpack over his shoulder, stood up and left.
Sun Yang was stunned. He didn't expect Fang Yu to give up such a large bonus so easily. But then he thought, he was just a young man under 20 years old, and he was probably scared by himself.
Seeing Fang Yu walk to the door and turn around, Sun Yang sneered: "Regret it? Little brat, let me tell you, it's too late to regret it."
Fang Yu had a strange smile on her face: "Can you operate a sewing machine?"
Sun Yang was confused: "What sewing machine?"
Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't know how to do it, practice it quickly. It will be useful in the future."
While Sun Yang was still wondering what this guy meant, Fang Yu had already pushed the door open and walked out.
A lot of people had gathered outside the door. In addition to the coach, there were also many students who were peeking inside curiously.
"Stop looking, stop looking, hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave." A smart coach saw Sun Yang's expression and began to take the initiative to maintain order.
The crowd automatically made way for a passage, and several coaches who were familiar with Fang Yu winked at him, secretly gave him a thumbs-up, and gave him a thumbs-up.
Fang Yu grinned, swung his long legs and left the gym.
"Fang Yu! Fang Yu! Wait for me!" As soon as Fang Yu walked out of the back door of Joy City, he heard a familiar voice calling him.
Fang Yu sighed helplessly and turned around, only to see a tall girl with a ponytail running and waving. Her tight training suit outlined her youthful lines, and the ponytail behind her head swung out in the shape of an 8.
"Fang Yu, are you quitting? Why?" The girl's eyes sparkled like an innocent little deer.
Fang Yu said helplessly: "I had a falling out with that bastard Sun Yang, what else could it be? Cheng Yuxin, you'd better stay away from me, otherwise it will be difficult for you to survive in the store in the future."
"I'm not afraid!" Cheng Yuxin shook her ponytail and said stubbornly, "If you don't do it, I won't do it either." After that, she reached out to pull Fang Yu's arm.
Fang Yu was so scared that he took two steps back, raised his hands and kept his distance.
"No, I'm different from you. I'm just a part-timer, so I can stop working if I don't want to. But you guys still rely on this to make a living. Our lives will remain unchanged, and we'll see each other again if we're lucky."
"Fang Yu!" Seeing Fang Yu's aloof look, the girl's eyes reddened. "Do you like Liu Xinyan?"
Fang Yu sighed: "Cheng Yuxin, this is not the problem. We are not suitable for each other."
Cheng Yuxin pursed her lips, her expression stubborn: "What's wrong with it? How do you know it's not suitable if you haven't tried it?"
Ouch? I can't tell. Are you driving? You should be driving, right? Fang Yu looked at Xiao Cheng with new eyes.
Cheng Yuxin used to be a professional synchronized swimmer. She just graduated from the Sports Institute with a major in sports rehabilitation this year. Before graduation, she worked as a coach at Chaoyue for half a year.
Fang Yu came more than three months earlier than her and also helped her with a few small things.
Ever since Fang Yu helped her solve the entanglement with a thirty-something working-class man who ran a small loan company, the girl seemed to have set her sights on Fang Yu.
Almost everyone in the Chaoyue Joy City store knows that Cheng Yuxin is pursuing Fang Yu.
As for Fang Yu, he really has no interest in Cheng Yuxin.
"Uh... maybe it's because you're too young?" Fang Yu pondered for a moment.
Cheng Yuxin's eyes widened, "You are two years younger than me!"
Looking at where Fang Yu was looking, Cheng Yuxin suddenly realized what was going on. Her cheeks flushed and she stomped on Fang Yu hard: "You rascal! Bastard!"
Fang Yu grimaced in pain: "Cheng Yuxin, that's enough, I have to go back to the dormitory. Look at you, you are so violent, we are really not suitable."
While Cheng Yuxin was feeling ashamed and angry, Fang Yu quickly ran away.
"What's small about it?" Looking at Fang Yu's running back, Cheng Yuxin blushed and weighed it. Is it at the normal level?
After turning two corners, Fang Yu looked back and saw that Cheng Yuxin had indeed not caught up with him. He breathed a sigh of relief and jogged into the subway station.
(End of this chapter)
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