At that time, the red sun in the sky had just begun to shine with warm rays, and the bright red bougainvillea flowers were climbing all over the gray mottled walls. Unknown birds were chirping among the tall and straight sycamore trees, and when they were combing their feathers, they accidentally shook off the dew on the leaves, which splashed on the students' faces and bodies. It was cold, with the freshness of the leaves.
This is an enchanting and stunning morning.
The whole place was quiet!
No one spoke, and even the breathing slowed down.
Everyone was looking at the man standing in the middle of the crowd, the man who could fight against a hundred people alone and was invincible.
He is handsome and elegant, but he also looks hideous.
He is gentle and humble, and he is arrogant and presumptuous.
He is cruel and merciful.
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He defeated the brilliant ace coach, and he said nothing good about the brilliant students. Everyone should hate him and reject him, but deep down, they have a different impression of him - from the beginning to now, he has not seriously injured any of the students who besieged him. Even if his words are too blunt and unpleasant, doesn't this just prove that he is a frank and sincere man
People who practice martial arts admire those who are stronger than themselves the most.
Fang Yan has conquered them with his powerful strength and won their heartfelt respect.
Besides Fang Yan, who else could be like him
Qin Yitian raised her head slightly, and under the direct sunlight, her beautiful eyes were full of light. She looked at Fang Yan in the distance, smiled softly and said, "Look, this is the man I like."
"-------" The smile on Tang Cheng's face froze instantly.
He turned around and looked at Qin Yitian's flawless profile, and said, "Don't say such things all the time, okay? It makes me feel uncomfortable. Teacher Fang is indeed very good, and I am proud of him now-----but, do you know that you can completely ruin other people's good mood with just one sentence?"
Qin Yitian still stared at Fang Yan, and said without turning his head: "But, what should I do? I don't like lying and pretending."
"-------" Tang Cheng felt like he was about to cry.
Surrounded by Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan, and followed and accompanied by Baldy, Fang Yan walked out of the crowd and headed towards the gate of the Brilliant Martial Arts School.
The bald man felt that he had never been as majestic as he was today. He thought that his bald head, with only a few hairs left, must be shining so golden that they couldn't open their eyes.
He waved his hand at the brilliant students who were following behind him and saluted, saying, "Go back, all of you go back - don't see me off."
After thinking for a while, he added: "You little bastards, if you dare to cause trouble at the gate of Suzaku Middle School next time, I will show you how I will deal with you. If I can't deal with you, I will let Teacher Fang Yan deal with you."
The students of the Brilliant Martial Arts School laughed and did not take the bald man's threat seriously at all.
"Still laughing----you still dare to laugh----I'll tear your mouths apart-----" the bald man shouted angrily, feeling very humiliated.
Don't you see I'm wearing a big tiger skin? How come you guys aren't afraid at all? I'm really worried about you.
"Baldy." Fang Yan couldn't help but shout out.
Originally according to Fang Yan's script, he shouldn't speak anymore after he finished speaking.
All he had to do was to hold his head high, with a smile that was warm, humble, pure, and unfathomable on his face, and then, under the protection of two bodyguards, he would walk through the crowd and stride out of the school gate.
Of course, the images of these two bodyguards are really too bad. One is short and fat, and the other is tall and thin. It would be best if they could be replaced.
They were not worthy of the noble style created by the beautiful artistic conception they displayed. Although red leaves needed green leaves to match, Fang Yan had every reason to believe that even if he was placed among a group of red leaves, he would still give people the feeling of being a standout.
Yes, he is such an ordinary yet extraordinary, simple yet not simple man.
If the appearance of Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan was still barely acceptable, then the bald guy following behind him and acting cute was really unbearable.
Please, you are just losing your hair, you are not blind, how can you say such things at this time
Therefore, Fang Yan had no choice but to scold him.
Hearing Fang Yan calling out his name, the bald man became even more proud. He glanced at those brilliant students with a smug look, saying, "Don't offend me, or I'll beat you up." He trotted to Fang Yan and said, "Teacher Fang, are you looking for me?"
"Don't talk." Fang Yan said.
"Hey." The bald man nodded in agreement. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Why?"
"do not speak."
"Okay, I won't say anything. But tell me why?"
"Fang Yingxiong, beat him up."
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"Fang Yan." A hoarse voice shouted loudly.
Fang Yan turned around abruptly and saw Zhang Chen, who had just been knocked to the ground by him, walking towards him quickly with the help of several students.
Fang Yan's eyes slightly closed, wondering why Zhang Chen was still chasing after him at this time. Was he still not convinced
Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan looked at each other, and stood in front of Fang Yan, one on the left and one on the right.
The bald man was a beat slow and used his thin body to block the heroes and brave men.
"------" Fang Yan had the urge to kick them all away. Zhang Chen was already injured like this, what was the point of you standing in front of me? You shouldn't be so blatant in trying to steal the limelight, right
"Coach Zhang, are you okay?"
"Coach, how is your injury?"
"coach-----"
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Wherever Zhang Chen went, the students greeted him respectfully. The students did not look down on him because of his defeat in the battle with Fang Yan. On the contrary, after seeing Fang Yan's true strength, the students of Brilliant Martial Arts School respected and admired Zhang Chen even more.
You know, not everyone can hold out for that long in front of Fang Yan. Ask yourself, they themselves can't do it.
Zhang Chen ignored the students' concerned inquiries and walked straight towards Fang Yan.
His body was slightly bent, obviously his shoulder or spine was injured. His right leg was a little labored when he took steps, probably sprained or injured.
His face was covered in blood, his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled and covered in dust, and he looked in a disheveled and miserable state.
However, his eyes were still bright and sharp.
He stared at Fang Yan without blinking, as if he was afraid that Fang Yan would disappear if he blinked.
Boom----
Zhang Chen finally stood in front of Fang Yan.
He raised his head and looked into Fang Yan's eyes with a serious expression.
Fang Yan didn't say anything, and Zhang Chen didn't say anything either. The two of them just stared at each other affectionately, like lovers about to part.
Being stared at by a man with such a long look, Fang Yan really felt a little uncomfortable. He bowed to Zhang Chen and said, "Swords have no eyes, fists and feet are merciless. Sometimes you have no choice but to stop in the arena. If you hit too hard, please forgive me, Coach Zhang."
"I want you to be my teacher." Zhang Chen said.
"What?" Fang Yan couldn't believe his ears.
"I want to take you as my master." Zhang Chen said again. His voice was louder than the last time, and his expression was more determined and persistent. "Please accept me as your disciple."
The teachers and students of the Brilliant Martial Arts School were all stunned.
Zhang Chen wants to take Fang Yan as his master
Zhang Chen is their coach and their teacher. If he becomes Fang Yan's disciple, then - what should they call Fang Yan
With such a close relationship, how could he hit someone in the future
Fang Yan looked into Zhang Chen's eyes and knew that this man was not lying. He really wanted to become his disciple.
Fang Yan refused and said, "Coach Zhang, stop joking. How can I be qualified to be your teacher? Coach Zhang has plenty of physical strength and rich fighting experience. As long as he practices diligently, he will definitely achieve even more extraordinary achievements in the future."
"I'm not kidding. I really want to be your disciple. I must be your disciple." Zhang Chen said in a heavy voice. Because he was too excited, the wound on his chest was pulled, and he coughed a few times while covering his mouth. "Before, before competing with you today, I also thought that I was very strong and experienced in combat, and there was almost no one in Huacheng who could match me. However, after competing with Teacher Fang, I realized how ridiculous my thoughts were."
"There are always people who are better than you. Our ancestors never lied to us. I know how big the gap between you and me is. It's higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. You are qualified to be my teacher, but I am afraid that I am not qualified to be your apprentice."
Zhang Chen bowed his head and said in an almost pleading tone: "Teacher Fang, please accept me as your disciple."
Fang Yan sighed softly and said, "Coach Zhang, I can't accept you as my apprentice. I'm just a teacher, a Chinese teacher. The martial arts I learned were just for my health. I never thought of using them for anything else. I'm a low-key person and I don't want to make my life too complicated. So, let's keep the status quo. You continue to be your coach at the Brilliant Martial Arts School, and I'll be my Chinese teacher at Suzaku Middle School. When you're free, let's meet up for a drink. It's that simple."
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "I have to go back. The next two periods are Chinese."
Zhang Chen tried to straighten his back and said to the students who were supporting him on both sides: "Let go."
"coach-----"
"Let go." Zhang Chen shouted.
The students did not dare to disobey and had to let go of his arms.
thump!
Zhang Chen fell to his knees.
Under the gaze of hundreds of brilliant teachers and students, to the astonishment of hundreds of brilliant teachers and students, he knelt down on the stone road, in the middle of the campus.
"Please." Zhang Chen shouted at Fang Yan's back. (To be continued)