Final Priesthood

Chapter 30 Boiling Night

 “The fish are coming.”

 The steaming hot fish pot was served.

 Snow-white fish meat and green and red chili peppers are rolling in the golden soup, and a delicious aroma hits your face.

 The fish is black fish.

Although it is not wild, it tastes smooth, tender and extremely delicious.

 “This is also a signboard.”

Lu Yuan ate a piece of fish and couldn't help but praise it.

"right."

Lin Zhiqin nodded with a smile and said: "I have been eating in this store for more than ten years. I have brought many students here to try it. Many of them will come back for a meal from time to time even if they are no longer in the martial arts gym."

Hearing the words "bring students here", Lu Yuan's cheeks couldn't help but blush slightly.

 He had only used this point to mock Lin Zhiqin before.

Lin Zhiqin didn't seem to care at all, and just said: "You are much more mature than the average high school student."

 “I just like to think more randomly.”

Lu Yuan picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth with rice.

 His adult soul in his body was just an ordinary person in his previous life.

 Not very smart, nor rich in social experience.

 It is a little more mature than the average high school student.

 But only a little.

I accidentally made a joke and felt embarrassed.

However, what Lin Zhiqin said may not be entirely true.

“My nephew is as old as you, but he is far behind you in these aspects.”

Lin Zhiqin stopped his chopsticks, thought for a while and said: "It's normal for you to misunderstand. This is not a very honest matter. And I do have quite a lot of selfish motives."

 “Aren’t you talking about a regular fighting competition?”

“It’s formal. But the rules of the martial arts school do not allow students to participate in for-profit fighting competitions.”

Lu Yuan thought thoughtfully, "So, if I agree, I can't conduct the official disciple assessment now."

"right."

Lin Zhiqin nodded and said: "This is why I came to find you and Yang Jiandong.

 The students are not disciples and are not within the prescribed scope of restrictions. "

"So."

Lu Yuan put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said seriously: "What are the benefits of agreeing?

Only money? "

Lin Zhiqin glanced at him and said: "There is also my personal guidance.

 For Yang Jiandong, there are only these two items. "

Lu Yuan's expression changed slightly, "There is something else for me."

"Um."

Lin Zhiqin nodded and said: "Your talent in martial arts is much better than that of Yang Jiandong.

 I'll teach you something else.

 Also, as I said before—the opportunity to become a personal disciple.”

“Personal inheritance of the martial arts school. What is the core inheritance of the original martial arts school?”

 Lu Yuan’s mind suddenly flashed back to the photo he saw on the second floor of the martial arts gym that appeared and disappeared.

 The person in the photo wearing a martial arts uniform with the character "Crane" in it.

 It’s a pity that Lin Zhiqin refused to say.

 “I’ll tell you after you agree.”

Lu Yuan had no choice but to stop asking.

“Before the meal is finished, you can ask any questions you want to know.

 After eating, give me the answer. "

Lin Zhiqin has a long way to go.

"good."

Lu Yuan answered simply, and then began to concentrate on eating.

Although Lin Zhiqin said he could ask questions at will, Lu Yuan never spoke again.

He probably already knows everything he wants to know, and he already has the answer in his heart.

 Eating almost everything in one meal quickly.

 Most of the five dishes on the table went into Lu Yuan's stomach.

 He ate very much and burped several times. Lin Zhiqin didn’t eat much. He stopped eating with chopsticks early and lit a cigarette as if he was thinking about something quietly.

 Wait until Lu Yuan finished eating.

Lin Zhiqin greeted him to leave.

I have to say, this restaurant is really affordable.

 Five dishes, including chicken and fish, ended up costing less than 200 yuan in total.

 Of course it was Lin Zhiqin who paid the bill.

Lu Yuan stood in the shade at the entrance of the small shop, squinting at a stray cat next to the trash can on the opposite street.

Lin Zhiqin walked out of the shop after paying the money, stood next to him, and said, "How about it, have you thought about it?"

Lu Yuan nodded and replied calmly: "I can agree, but I want to see what kind of game you are talking about, coach, first."

Lin Zhiqin’s eyes flashed, “Okay, I’ll take you there.

When do you have time? "

 “It’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Lu Yuan is on vacation these two days, and he has to go to school the day after tomorrow.

“Then I’ll pick you up around six o’clock tomorrow evening. Leave me your mobile phone and address.”

Lu Yuan quickly reported his mobile phone number to Lin Zhiqin. The address was a street intersection near his home.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of exposing his address, but that his mother would see Lin Zhiqin picking him up and it would be hard to explain.

 It was almost 12 noon at this time.

After talking to Lin Zhiqin, Lu Yuan was too lazy to go back to the martial arts gym. Now it didn't matter whether he handed in the application form or not.

Farewell to Lin Zhiqin, he ran to the nearest bus stop.

Looking at Lu Yuan's quickly leaving back, Lin Zhiqin's eyes flashed and he seemed to be muttering words in a low voice that only he could hear.

“Six levels of boxing power in one month

It is indeed a rare and good seedling.

 Perhaps we can convince the teacher.”

"The card pack of "Galaxy Mecha God of War" includes one silver version, five gold versions, and ten diamond versions."

 “Damn it! I opened SSR’s Shining Black Warrior!”

“You kid with a bigger fart, who can you learn from who is talking nonsense? Be careful, I will sue your teacher.”

 The bus at noon was as slow as an old tortoise about to be scorched by the sun.

　　It was already twelve forty-five at home.

Lu Yuan was in the store watching some elementary school students from a nearby community draw cards for a while, and then went upstairs.

In front of the sink in the bathroom, Lu Yuan turned on the faucet and washed his face with water.

 The person in the mirror has fair skin and handsome features.

Although it still looks a bit green, it already has a bit of a sword-eyebrow and star-like look.

“The scab is almost falling off. It looks like an old injury from a few days ago.”

Lu Yuan touched an abrasion on his cheek with his hand and found that the skin injury he suffered last night healed very quickly and was almost healed now.

 Young, with a fast body metabolism, coupled with Lu Yuan’s ten points of physical attributes, his recovery ability is far beyond that of ordinary people.

 After washing your face, use a towel to dry the water on your face.

Lu Yuan took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, walked into the room and sat down at the desk.

 He began to think about what Lin Zhiqin said to him during dinner today.

“If Lin Zhiqin didn’t lie to others, then it’s not impossible to have two boxing matches.”

“My family is short of money, and I am also short of practical opportunities.

Each battle, whether you win or lose, you can gain a lot of experience points.

 This is a good opportunity to accelerate my growth”

Just as he was thinking about it, Lu Yuan's cell phone suddenly rang.

 He picked it up and clicked on the screen to look at it, and found that it was a text message sent to him from an unknown number.

　　【Mossa Cup Scorched Rock Boiling Night Supreme Fighting Competition, can be checked. —Lin Zhiqin]

Lu Yuan was startled for a moment.

 It turned out to be a text message from Lin Zhiqin.

This is the full name of the formal fighting competition he was talking about?

 Lu Yuan casually saved Lin Zhiqin’s number, then turned on the computer on his desk and entered the long event name directly into the search bar.

 Soon, relevant information that was searched for popped up on the web page.

 (End of this chapter)