>I dressed as a 16-year-old boy who smuggled into Hong Kong in 1978. I squeezed into a bed in a public housing apartment with a family of five in my uncle's house.
>My aunt pointed at the doll in the pot and sneered: "Mainland boy, can kung fu be used as food?"
>Until I slapped the machete of the underworld in a tea restaurant and flew across the entire Temple Street using the ladder cloud to step on the clothes drying pole.
>When the TVB camera was focused on me, I wiped my sweat and said, "Believe in science."
>That night, TV in Hong Kong slow-played the scene of me telegraphing hundreds of people, and the guest dropped the microphone: "Throw 'Believe in Science' into the trash can!"
>The next day I was picked up by a police car. My uncle's family was crying and thought I was going to be deported.
>The result was that I was eating egg tarts at the police station, and the Chief Superintendent himself poured tea.
>The pretty policewoman who hugged my arm came over and said, "Master Lin, can you teach us a few tricks?"
>I looked at her close eyes, and my face felt a little hot.
>The reporter outside the window was still shouting: "Lin Sheng! What on earth is science!"
>And I looked at the specially approved ID card on the table and thought——
>This martial arts gym seems to have to start by recruiting a team of police apprentices?
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It is very well written, using martial arts as the subject, expounding our Chinese culture and the mission of contemporary youth! ! ! ! Come on, looking forward to your updates! ! ! !