After receiving Zhao Si's call, Coach Zhang almost jumped up with excitement. In an instant, he thought of Zhao Si's training plan in his mind. Unexpectedly, Zhao Si actually asked him if he could help him find out how to establish a sect.
Build a sect?
Coach Zhang was in a complicated mood. He wanted a cigarette, but after searching all over his body and not finding one, he remembered that he didn't smoke.
Out of curiosity, Coach Zhang really asked for Zhao Si's help. As a result, the martial arts management told him that no new martial arts schools have appeared since the founding of New China. Wudang, Shaolin, Emei, etc. have been established for hundreds or thousands of years.
People even teased Coach Zhang, asking if he was about to retire and had nothing better to do than to start a new sect, and urged him to give up on the idea. Coach Zhang ignored their teasing, inquired about the necessary conditions for establishing a sect, and then called Zhao Si back.
"Si'er, I asked for you. China hasn't created any new sects in the past hundred years. The country is now very strict in managing this area."
"Thank you, Coach. We've checked the information and know that I don't meet the requirements. I just want to ask if you can help me ask if there's no age limit for me to participate in the rating assessment."
"Age isn't a problem. As long as you have real talent, we can definitely make an exception. But this..." Coach Zhang said, then he shut up. He thought to himself that Zhao Si had fooled him and that he actually took this seriously. "Hey, it's nothing. Son, you should just join our national team."
"No, Coach!" Zhao Si said anxiously, "What do you mean by 'as long as I have real talent, I can make an exception'? Does that mean I can directly participate in the evaluation as long as I have strong martial arts skills?"
"In principle, you can say that. I..."
"Thank you, Coach! I'm a real martial arts expert! I can even do Qinggong (lightness skills) and fly! Didn't you see the video? I'll send it to you right away!"
Zhao Si hung up the phone in a hurry and sent the video to Coach Zhang. Coach Zhang wondered why he hadn't seen it before. He didn't know how many times he had seen it. He felt that it was a waste if this kid with this physique didn't become an athlete!
Just as Coach Zhang opened the video, Zhao Si called again, "Coach! Have you watched it? Have you watched it? I'm very skilled in martial arts, can you help me ask again?"
"Okay." It was really hard to discourage the children's enthusiasm, so Coach Zhang went back and showed the video to the martial arts management.
"How is it? Is this level enough to participate in your martial arts evaluation?"
Of course, everyone has seen this video. It's on the news every day, so who hasn't seen it? "If this is real, why would he even participate in the ratings? He'd be the number one martial artist of the modern era!"
"Then can we establish a sect?"
"Of course."
"OK."
"No, Old Zhang, do you believe this? You have to give all your money to your spouse to manage, otherwise your pension will be embezzled and used to buy health supplements."
"What do you care about me?" Coach Zhang walked away with his phone in a proud manner.
Coach Zhang took a stroll around the training ground, looked at the athletes who were training hard, and looked at the sports field where he had worked all his life. He was about to retire, and this would be the last Olympics in his career.
He gritted his teeth and made a decision that he considered extremely despicable.
"I asked, I can recommend you to participate in the rating, but you must agree to one condition of mine, to join the national team and participate in this year's Olympics."
"Whether you qualify for the Olympics or not, I will recommend you. You can also retire immediately after the Olympics."
Coach Zhang waited anxiously for Zhao Si's answer. He didn't care whether the video was real or not. He just wanted to achieve his goal. It was just to recommend Zhao Si to participate in the rating. It couldn't be simpler.
Zhao Si and Gu Lingfeng exchanged a glance, both admiring the old man's persistence. They didn't think Coach Zhang was taking advantage of the situation, but Zhao Si's status...
"Hello, Coach Zhang. I'm Gu Lingfeng." Gu Lingfeng took over the conversation. "Zhao Si can agree to your terms, but his status may not be suitable for representing the country in such an international competition."
Coach Zhang was delighted at first, then frowned. "What do you mean? He's already out, isn't there? What else could be wrong?"
"No problem, but he's been plagued by negative news right now. Coach, you'd better check with the relevant departments first. If you think Zhao Si can go, then we'll agree."
Coach Zhang frowned and hung up the phone. After thinking for a while, he turned and went to the director's office.
"Baby, do you think this is okay?"
"I don't know. Let's wait."
After waiting for a full week, Coach Zhang called Zhao Si and asked him to go to the national team and show his strength to the leaders. Zhao Si didn't delay at all. After hanging up the phone, he went with Gu Lingfeng.
Coach Zhang has been very worried recently. He finally persuaded the leaders to give Zhao Si a chance to show his skills. However, the communication with Guoan was not smooth. At first, they said that the matter should be kept confidential, and later they said that Zhao Si's identity was in doubt. However, when you asked him why he had doubts, he refused to tell you, which made him very angry.
Finally, Coach Zhang asked them if they had any evidence. If they didn’t, it would be slandering them and making them lose a talent who could bring glory to the country. He would then go to their house and make a scene!
The old man is unreasonable. He just wants to take advantage of his seniority to put blame on you.
After being taunted by Coach Zhang for half an hour, the smiling man suspected that Zhao Si had come from over 2,000 years ago just to annihilate him (Zhao Si: "Don't flatter yourself"), then hung up and went back to the director's office. The director, also troubled by this, made another mysterious phone call and told the smiling man to answer Coach Zhang that Zhao Si's identity was not in question.
Zhao Si was a little nervous along the way. Success or failure depended on this one move. Whether he could carry forward his master's Wuming School depended on his legs today.
"What are you doing?" Seeing that he was staring down, Gu Lingfeng thought something was wrong.
"Baby, do you think my legs can run well today?"
"Of course you can." Gu Lingfeng secretly put away his dirty thoughts, "Don't be nervous. If you can run as well as you can in the variety show, it will be enough to satisfy the boss."
"This is your level without any training. You will definitely be even better after joining the national team and undergoing formal training."
Zhao Si nodded, but then another thought came to his mind, "But if I join the national team, I won't be able to go home. What should I do if I miss you?"
"I will miss you too." Gu Lingfeng felt sweet inside and gave a sweet jujube first, then continued: "But! How can a man of honor indulge in love affairs when his career is not yet successful? First win the Olympics and then establish a sect. Life is long, and we have plenty of time to be together."
"And I will come to see you, I promise, at least once a week. The Olympics are less than four months away, so it will be over soon. I'll accompany you to the competition then."
"Okay. Then you have to call me every day."
"Yeah, beat them. Beat ten a day."
"That's a bit too much. I might not have that much time to answer. Just five."
"...Alright. Let's set a small goal first."
"What small goal?"
"Win an Olympic title!"
"Win an Olympic title!"
"Win an Olympic title!"
"Win an Olympic title!"
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