"Jinma! Refund the money!"

Chu Yuan: "???"

"What are you stunned? Refund the money!"

Sitting on the chair, Chu Yuan scratched his eyebrows, was silent for a moment, and said, "What money should I refund?"

"Bang!"

The long-haired middle-aged man took out a card from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "Refund the tuition fee! This is the student certificate. I got it here with you last week, and the money will be refunded."

He reached out to pick up the student ID, and Chu Yuan took a closer look at the date and name: "Yang Wei, Mr. Yang, is that right?"

"Yes, it's me. There are photos above. The female curator did it for me."

"How much did you pay for this monthly card?"

“699.”

"Yeah." Nodded, Chu Yuan put down the card and looked straight into the other party's eyes: "Why do you want a refund?"

"I studied for two days and found that you are all lying here, so I want to refund you. Is there any problem?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan's eyes flashed. Then he leaned back with a tactical move and spread his hands: "No problem."

"...uh?" The middle-aged man with long hair didn't expect that the other party would answer like this, and immediately put the lines in his stomach back: "You...you..."

"Can you get a refund, is there anything else?"

"Then...then...then you...refund the money."

"Okay, please wait. The person in charge is not here for the time being, I'll go and say to the master."

Nodding with a smile, Chu Yuan took the student card, left the martial arts hall, and walked straight towards the backyard.

‘That man’s goal is not a refund at all, he may be to kick the club…’

‘From his expression, if I ask why, he will definitely point his finger at traditional martial arts, and then occupy the commanding heights, and criticize the martial arts hall from the perspective of consumers…’

‘There are other students in the martial arts hall. In that case, I have to refute…’

‘There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. As long as you refute, you will fall into the other party’s trap and will inevitably go to the ring…’

‘There are so many cars outside the hall, so there must be professional fighters…’

‘Take the video of my beating as a propaganda, it can not only suppress the reputation of the Laowu Academy, but also attract attention...’

‘Well…I guessed the above.’

Entering the backyard door, Chu Yuan stopped, took out his mobile phone, and searched for local post bars and city advertisements.

Sure enough, I saw the information that an MMA MMA fighting hall had just opened and operated.

It's not far from his martial arts hall.

‘I guessed right…’

Putting down his phone, Chu Yuan walked into the backyard with a expressionless face. He saw Ye Buwen playing slow Tai Chi in the explosive DJ dance music.

Chu Yuan: "..."

Ye Buqu: "..."

Chu Yuan: "..."

Ye Buwen stopped when he was stared: "Is there anything wrong?"

"have."

"What's up?"

"Where is the account book of the martial arts center? I want to calculate something."

"The account book is... Hey, are there any new students here?"

"No, some students want to refund the money."

"Refund the money?" Ye Buwen's face became unkind: "How should he refund?"

"He wants..." Chu Yuan paused, took out his cell phone, and played a recording.

(Jinima! Refund!)

After retracting his phone, Chu Yuan nodded: "Yes, that's how he retreated."

"Bah! I'm spraying all over my mouth! Can I have some fucking quality? I'm not afraid of being beaten?"

Chu Yuan: "..."

"As the saying goes, if you don't leave the empty space, can you still spit out the meat in our mouths after eating it?"

"Well... what you said makes sense. But don't say this outside."

"Tell him!" Ye Buwen waved his long sleeves: "My Hunyuan Xingyi Baji Sect has never had a precedent for refunds. He dared to go to my martial arts hall alone to find fault. He is so brave. He doesn't give up with just one word!"

"He is not alone." Chu Yuan corrected: "There are four or five carriages coming, and they are all waiting outside."

Ye Buqu: "..."

Chu Yuan: "..."

After a while in the backyard, Ye Buwen started practicing Tai Chi again and said indifferently: "A disciple, a martial arts practitioner, is full of integrity and self-cultivation. Do not compete for the strong or be competitive, and bully the weak."

Chu Yuan: "..."

"That person wants to refund the money, and it is just a return. People are doing things and watching. If they don't learn my Bajiquan, they will suffer after all."

“…Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t retreat?”

"I'm talking about one word - retreat! Is it a word if you don't retreat?"

“…You are right.”

“…”

“…”

Seeing Chu Yuan standing still, Ye Buwen frowned: "Is there anything else?"

“…Lank Book.”

"Oh, the account book is in Xiaoxin's room, go find it yourself."

After a OK gesture, Chu Yuan walked towards Ye Xin's bungalow. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, master, this refund money..."

Ye Buwen glanced at him: "What money do you want to ask me for?"

"You are the director of the martial arts school, and the students need a refund..."

"What does my money have to do with my martial arts school?"

Chu Yuan: "...Okay, then I'll take it."

Ye Buqun: "Reasonable."

...

After checking the accounts and confirming that Comrade Yang Wei was a new student in the martial arts hall, Chu Yuan left the backyard with the account book and entered the concave corridor of the martial arts hall. However, before he could walk into the hall, he heard a strong quarrel.

"not good."

Chu Yuan's face changed slightly, and he immediately increased his speed and ran into the martial arts hall hall. He saw that Ye Xin had already returned and was arguing with the long-haired middle-aged man.

There was a circle of people around.

"Who do you think is a liar?!" Ye Xin's face turned red with anger.

"It's you!" The long-haired middle-aged man stretched out his index finger and pointed at Ye Xin's forehead: "You are a liar! Those who teach traditional martial arts are all liars! Are you angry?"

Ye Xin's chest was fluctuating violently: "If your mouth only knows how to spray feces, just change your farts."

The long-haired middle-aged man subconsciously raised his hand: "Who are you scolding?"

"Come on!" Seeing that the other party seemed to want to take action, Ye Xin immediately stepped forward: "You want to fight me, right? The ring is there, let's try if I'm a liar."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in the long hair quickly took a few steps back: "What are you... what are your skills to fight with me? Why don't you dare to fight with professionals?"

"Dare you! Actually, you are here to play the game, right? Don't be like a fool, come on! Where is the professional one? Play on stage."

The middle-aged man with long hair turned around and looked at a young man with flat head among the onlookers.

The young man walked up, took off his sunglasses, and looked embarrassed: "Brother Yang, why is he a woman? How can he beat him?"

"What can a person who practices traditional martial arts have? If you cheat, you will fall down her with one hand."

"The key is...fight with a slut..."

"Who do you mean?" Ye Xin's face suddenly looked ugly, and she reached out to grab the young man's collar: "Did you jump out of the stone? Go on stage! Do you dare?"

The young man frowned and pushed Ye Xin away with a slap: "I don't want to hit a woman, it's not good-looking. Do you have no male coach in the boxing gym?"

The huge force came, and Ye Xin was weak in the end and could not control herself and took several steps back. Then she was held by an arm and stabilized the center of gravity.

Ye Xin turned around and bit her lip: "Senior Brother."
To be continued...