The wind was cold and the atmosphere was solemn.
In the classical and solemn Fang family martial arts hall, the two factions stood facing each other.
A young girl in black clothes stood in the middle of the hall, holding her head high with pride. She glanced coldly at the group of men, women, old and young in front of her and said arrogantly, "Where is Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan come out to fight."
"My daughter is getting dressed and will be out soon." A middle-aged man with an elegant face answered. He frowned slightly, and was very displeased with the imposing attitude of the girl in front of him.
He is Fang Yixing, the successor of Fang's Tai Chi. Because he likes poetry and painting, he does not look like a martial artist with heroic spirit. Instead, he has the gentle and elegant air of a master of Chinese studies.
Ye Wenrou sneered and said, "Get dressed? Are you afraid to come out?"
"This is too much." Fang Yixing looked embarrassed, but he did not inherit the martial arts nature of his ancestors from the Fang family. Even though he was a scholar, he could not scold this girl to death. He felt extremely uncomfortable with the anger stuck in his chest.
"Brother Fang Yan will be out soon, and he will definitely teach you a lesson." A chubby little boy waved his fist vigorously and said viciously.
As soon as the little guy finished speaking, a group of people burst into laughter.
"When has Fang Yan ever been able to beat Ye Wenrou? The Ye and Fang families compete every year. Since the first competition ten years ago, when has Fang Yan ever defeated our Wenrou?"
"That's right. He was beaten so badly the first time that he was bleeding. He couldn't get out of bed for more than ten days, right? Wenrou is a martial arts genius that the Ye family rarely encounters in a century."
"The second time, his left leg was broken, and the third time, two of his front teeth were knocked out. Take the most recent time, when Wenrou from my family beat him so hard that he lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Oh, that was such a funny thing."
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"You are such a gossip." Fang Yixing looked embarrassed and pointed at the group of men from the Ye family who were mocking his son and cursed, "You are such a gossip."
This time he wanted to argue a few words for his son, but-----but what the other party said was the truth.
Ye Wenrou waved her hand decisively and said, "There is no point in talking any more. Let Fang Yan come out to compete. He is not a talkative child. Let's see who is the real one with his hands."
Fang Yixing turned to look at his wife and said, "Go and call Fang Yan out. The men of our Fang family would rather die in battle than endure such humiliation."
"Master, something bad has happened, something bad has happened------" A young disciple ran over with an anxious look on his face.
"What's wrong? Let's talk it over nicely." Fang Yixing hated it most when his family members and servants were in a hurry and lacked composure.
"The young master ran away. The young master ran away." The young disciple said with a sad face.
"Run away?" Fang Yixing's face twitched suddenly. "Why did he run away? Where did he run to?"
"I don't know." The young disciple said. "The young master left a letter."
"Open it quickly."
"It's not for the master, it's for Miss Ye."
"---------" Fang Yixing felt that he was not feeling well. Was this son his biological son
"You are such a coward." Ye Wenrou was stunned for a while, then sneered. "Give me the letter."
The young disciple did not dare to disobey the violent girl and quickly handed over the letter in his hand.
Ye Wenrou opened the letter and found a limerick-like message inside: "You bitch, a good man doesn't fight with a woman, and a good dog doesn't block the road. I'm leaving, goodbye!!!"
"Fang Yan."
Ye Wenrou's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She clasped her palms together and rubbed them vigorously, and the plain letter paper turned into a puff of green smoke.
"No matter how far you run to, I will still grind you to dust."
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Zhuque Middle School. The best private high school in Huacheng.
Fang Yan stood at the school gate, looking at the young girls in white shirts and plaid skirts, jumping and skipping past him, exuding the youthful aura. He took a deep breath of the fragrant air and said to himself with an intoxicated look on his face, "I firmly believe that the girl wearing a white semi-transparent shirt with a black bra faintly visible underneath is the sexiest goddess."
"It's better to run away secretly than to get beaten every year." Fang Yan's handsome face showed a ferocious look: "Ye Wenrou, you bitch, you bitch, I'm afraid you will never think that I will come to school to be a teacher? You want to beat me? No way. Am I the kind of pathetic, cowardly and undignified man who can be beaten casually by others?"
After asking this question that originally didn't require anyone to answer, Fang Yan felt inexplicably sad.
At least --- I have to beat up that savage woman Ye Wenrou once a year. Just like cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman has to fight monsters, this is the rule.
He adjusted the collar of his white shirt, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his left pocket and put them on. He took out a small mirror from his right pocket and looked at his facial features and hairstyle to make sure there were no unknown objects in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't help but praise, "What a handsome man."
A fat middle-aged man trotted over, passed by Fang Yan, and then quickly retreated like a ball. He looked at Fang Yan in confusion and asked, "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"
"I am." Fang Yan nodded.
"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face was full of disbelief. Didn't he come to pick up a new teacher? How could it be such a ------ too young guy
If he were to stand on the podium and give a lecture, how embarrassed would it be for those older-looking students sitting below
"You are older than the teacher." Will this sentence become the most vicious verbal attack in Suzaku Middle School
"Guaranteed genuine." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"I'm Zheng Jing, the director of the principal's office." Zheng Jing once again looked Fang Yan up and down carefully, and after ruling out the possibility that this was a prank, he raised his heavy head and said, "The principal wants to see you."
Vice-Principal's Office.
Fang Yan looked around the bright, spacious, yet elegantly decorated office and was certain of two things: first, Suzaku Middle School was wealthy and the teachers had very good benefits. Second, the vice-president in charge of personnel was a woman.
The vice-principal was not there. The fat man who brought him in poured him a cup of tea and then left in a hurry, leaving him alone in the empty room.
Fang Yan waited for a long time. The hot water cooled down, the aroma of tea dissipated, but the vice-principal who wanted to see him was still nowhere to be seen.
He stood up, stretched, and then walked around the office.
Soon, his attention was drawn to a tall vase in the corner.
The streamlined eucalyptus echoes from beginning to end and reaches straight into the sky, while the colorful yellow gerberas are lazily dotted in stages, which looks extremely beautiful.
"Climbing the ladder to heaven?" Fang Yan felt instantly amazed. He didn't expect to see such a difficult flower arrangement technique as 'climbing the ladder to heaven' here.
He squatted down to admire it carefully, then shook his head gently: "It's not cooked enough."
He wanted to turn around and leave, but stopped.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally couldn't help but picked up the scissors on the windowsill and started trimming the plants with a "click".
It was done with great force and brutality, and it looked as if it had a grudge against this pot of flower art.
Bang!
Lu Chaoge pushed open the office door and saw a strange man squatting in the corner, waving a pair of scissors and destroying his favorite flower arrangement. The ground was littered with broken branches and leaves.
She felt as if her blood was boiling and she was about to faint. Her face turned pale, her eyes were wide open, and she shouted urgently, "What are you doing?"
Fang Yan was concentrating on his work, devoting his whole heart and soul to the task at hand. When he heard the shout, he replied, "No."
(ps: No matter what you think, I miss you so much!!!) (To be continued)