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"Wow, that's so cool and impressive! Xiao You, look at that, their moves are way more beautiful than yours," Huang Wei said, nudging Yang Xiaoyou as he stared intently at the two people on stage demonstrating their sparring techniques.
As he spoke, he attempted to mimic their movements, but due to his unfortunate lack of flexibility, it looked somewhat awkward.
With Huang Wei's level of insight, he had no real concept of skill levels; he could only distinguish between what looked flashy and what didn't. However, there were quite a few students like him around.
"The presentation is indeed nice, but I guess they will have even more intense performances later; this is just a warm-up," Yang Xiaoyou remarked, setting aside any preconceived notions without deliberately belittling anything.
After Park Seung-yi executed a front kick that sent his partner holding the target several meters back, the crowd erupted into loud cheers.
Although some rumors had started circulating privately, most of them were hearsay. In fact, these rumors had lowered expectations significantly. Now, with the unexpected display of skill, a strong contrast was formed, making the impression even clearer.
Park Seung-yi's appointment as Director at such a critical moment was undoubtedly a testament to his abilities.
Standing on stage and feeling the students' cheers below, Park Seung-yi wore a satisfied smile. It seemed that the initial negative impressions had mostly faded away among the students.
However, merely eliminating negative perceptions was not his true intention. His ultimate goal was to attract these students to the Gym.
Otherwise, simply not being disliked would not benefit him at all; he needed to turn that into admiration and respect.
With this thought in mind, he leaned over and whispered to the supervising instructor beside him.
Clearly hearing his whisper, the supervising instructor showed a hint of displeasure on his face. However, after a moment of contemplation, he smiled and nodded in agreement.
"To give everyone a more direct understanding of our Taekwondo in practice, we will now demonstrate real combat. Whether you are a student or a teacher present here today, anyone who can defeat me will receive a cash reward of one hundred thousand. Of course, we are not machines and cannot fight endlessly, so opportunities are limited," Park Seung-yi announced loudly after receiving the supervising instructor's approval.
He aimed to make a lasting impression with this monetary incentive, hoping to instill in everyone the illusion that Taekwondo surpassed all other martial arts styles.
The average salary in Jiangsu and Shanghai is indeed relatively high, and the teachers at Yuying Middle School enjoy good benefits. However, even so, the cash reward of one hundred thousand has tempted many physical education teachers, most of whom are instructors of practical combat sports or various martial arts styles.
However, Yang Xiaoyou noticed that the head of the teaching department had secretly whispered a few words to some of the older teachers, and ultimately, those eager teachers quieted down.
Only a few new teachers in their twenties or thirties took the stage.
The results of the competition were clear. Park Seung-yi, who held the title of Black Belt Seventh Dan and was in his prime, was assigned to this venue to make an impression. After using some tactics to limit a few strong opponents, he easily completed his performance on stage.
For the students, it was hard to distinguish which teachers were skilled and which were slightly less so. Moreover, since younger teachers tend to be more active and occasionally show off, in their eyes, those defeated teachers seemed like remarkable experts.
Yet these so-called experts were easily defeated by the Korean Instructor, who had a somewhat poor reputation. This once again shook their hearts.
"It seems he really has some skills. What happened before?"
"Right! Teacher Song demonstrated in front of us; he was amazing! He shattered several stacked boards with one punch, yet he was taken down in just a few moves."
"Maybe it was like that; he could have been ambushed."
"It does seem that way. No matter how strong someone is, being ambushed in that situation would be painful to think about."
After dodging an attack from one teacher, Park Seung-yi suddenly shifted from an overhead strike to a low kick, hitting his opponent's inner thigh and knocking him off balance to the ground.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Although this strike did not cause significant harm, the young teacher still felt a strain in his leg. In the end, he stood up and awkwardly clasped his fists with the opponent, saying, "I admit defeat."
He limped down towards the stage.
"That's all for today. I believe everyone has gained a new understanding of some misunderstandings. If you wish to explore further, you can come to our Golden Dragon Dojo for continued discussions. Additionally, to express our gratitude for the support from Yuying Middle School, we have specially set up a section that accommodates your schedules," Park Seung-yi said, a smile spreading across his face as he noticed the admiration in many students' eyes.
Especially when he caught sight of a few youthful expressions, his remaining bullet felt like it was about to jump out, as he had been celibate for quite some time due to his injuries. It was about time to put it to use again before it rusted.
"Well then, it's about time for us to take our leave. Actually, my greatest wish for coming here was to spar with one of you—a warrior who just retired from the special forces. He is a true master of combat. Unfortunately, he has injured his shoulder and cannot take advantage of others' misfortunes. I look forward to seeing him recover," Park Seung-yi said as he prepared to leave, casting a somewhat regretful glance at Zhao Liang.
Although he was clearly elevating Zhao Liang's status, he was also indirectly raising his own profile as someone who wanted to challenge him, calculating Zhao Liang's arm injury and boasting accordingly.
It seemed that the fellow who had come to greet everyone had informed Park Seung-yi about Zhao Liang's condition; they were well-prepared.
However, as he glanced over at Zhao Liang, he inadvertently swept Yang Xiaoyou into his line of sight.
At first, he thought he was seeing things, but after rubbing his eyes and confirming it, he became completely flustered.
Seeing the twisted expression on the other person's face, Yang Xiaoyou also displayed a deadpan expression. Who knew that this fellow would leave while still trying to make a connection with Zhao Liang?
"Hey!"
Since she had been spotted, Yang Xiaoyou decided not to hide anymore and greeted him with a bright smile and a casual wave.
Initially, due to the wager on the Challenge Notice, this fellow had even lost some pocket money to her.
"It's you! You! You!" Park Seung-yi, who had appeared quite composed at first, now looked at Yang Xiaoyou with red eyes and began gasping for breath.
His reaction puzzled everyone beside him; they couldn't understand why he suddenly changed like this.
It wasn't until someone from the Association behind him nudged him that he finally snapped back to reality.
Forcing a twisted smile onto his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Finally! I’ve finally seen you again! So many times, I’ve closed my eyes and all I could see was your figure! Day and night, I’ve been thinking about you! And now, I’ve finally found you!"
However, it was clear that both he and Yang Xiaoyou understood the implications of his words. Yet, when some of the fellows beside them overheard this exchange, it quickly took on a different meaning.
"Wow, that's bold!"
"Are Koreans really this open?"
"Isn't that the guy who beat up Sun Jun from Class 15 last time?"
Even Huang Wei, standing next to Yang Xiaoyou, crossed his arms and took a couple of steps toward the group beside them.
"Well, great. Just when I thought I had just lost my cool for a moment, you've managed to ignite my anger again." Hearing the discussions around him and seeing Huang Wei's reaction made Yang Xiaoyou feel a wave of irritation.
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