There is a teahouse next to the Que Bridge, named Quehe Teahouse. Some teachers who like this kind of atmosphere like to go there to drink a cup of tea and look at the river view when they don't have classes. Students from well-off families also like to come here to sigh about the passing of time as flowers bloom and wither, and maybe they will be inspired to write a good poem or article.
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "No need to rest. I'll go to the back garden to take a look."
Fang Yan walked out of the security booth and headed towards the backyard of the school. That was the student dormitory area, where some naughty students would smoke, play cards, or even fight in groups. It had always been the focus of the security department's strict defense. If a boy were allowed to sneak into the girls' dormitory or a girl were allowed to sneak into the boys' dormitory, it would be an even bigger deal. This was something the school would never allow.
"Really gone?" The bald man stared at Fang Yan's receding back, his face full of astonishment and disbelief. He was just talking, why did Fang Yan really listen to him
Could it be that I, the captain, am really very intimidating
"He really left." Zheng Qiang also found this behavior incomprehensible. "Why didn't he lose his temper?"
The bald man kicked Zheng Qiang on the butt and cursed, "You little bastard, are you waiting for him to lose his temper with me? If he yells at me, you will suffer the consequences."
"He doesn't dare." Zheng Qiang patted his chest to show his loyalty. "If he dares to lose his temper with you, Director, I'll be the first to turn against him-----Huh, this is a great feeling. You don't know, I was almost going crazy just now."
"That's right. I'm craving for cigarettes, and I don't even dare to find a place to smoke secretly-----"
"You still want to smoke? I didn't even dare to say anything - he sat there with a cup of tea, like he was my grandfather -"
"I have to report to him when I go to the toilet to pee, for fear that he will think I am being lazy and going to sleep somewhere----"
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Everyone complained to the bald man. Because Fang Yan was so majestic, they were in great pain following him and felt like they were living a year in a day.
"Today he took the initiative to patrol the back garden, what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?" Zheng Qiang asked the key question. "We can't send him to the back garden every day, right?"
"That's right. If he doesn't leave, will we still have a good life in the future?"
"Director, why don't you talk to him and ask this old man to stop using his magic? Why doesn't he become a security guard? How good is being a teacher? The salary is high, the benefits are good, and you can rest for four months a year. If I didn't have a diploma, I would also like to be a teacher."
Baldy was also worried about this problem. Others were afraid of Fang Yan, and he was afraid of Fang Yan too. However, he still comforted his subordinates and said, "Don't worry about this problem. What kind of person is he? How could he really be a security guard like us brothers for the rest of our lives? He is a rare talent, a man that even Director Lu and Principal Zhong value - don't worry, he won't stay for long. He might leave in a few days."
Everyone felt that what the bald man said made sense. How could a young hero like Fang Yan be a security guard for his entire life
Thinking of this, everyone's mood immediately became cheerful.
The bald man thought of how impressive he was in front of Fang Yan just now, and he was secretly happy. He waved his hand and said, "Brothers, after get off work, we will go to the Little Sheep Hot Pot outside the door - I will treat you."
"Long live the director." everyone shouted.
Fang Yan was very familiar with Zhuque Middle School, but now he felt a little strange walking around it.
The previous basketball court was completely renovated, and the four east and west courts were combined into one, turning it into a dedicated basketball area. The rusty chairs on the football field have been removed and replaced with soft elastic cement. Students sit directly on the cement floor to watch the game, without preparing chairs.
In the past, the venues for various club activities were all scattered. For example, the literature club was in a lecture hall in the teaching building, the English corner was next to the fountain and played English movies, and the Taekwondo Hall and the Tea Ceremony Club were relatively independent. Now the school has allocated a piece of land to build a building called "Suzaku Building", which is used as a library to store books and for various club activities. Each club has a fixed venue for activities.
Even the tree-lined path under Fang Yan's feet, which he had walked hundreds of times before, had changed. The low grass had grown taller, the railings on both sides had been reinforced, and the strong and powerful sycamore trees seemed to be older.
A lot of things can really happen in three years.
He has spent three years reflecting, so Huacheng will be regarded as a new beginning for him.
Huacheng, this is the origin of everything and also the starting point of tragedy.
If he hadn't come to Huacheng, if he hadn't encountered those things, if he had just been a teacher quietly, if----
In that case, would his father have avoided dying in the war
The strong sense of guilt came over him like a tidal wave again, surging violently, almost breaking the dam of his mind.
"Come on." Fang Yan clenched his fists and said. His eyes were filled with blood, and it looked like a pair of dark pupils were soaked in blood. Those eyes were like wolves and dogs, like the killer ghosts crawling out of hell. "Let's fight to the death again."
Influenced by his violent spirit, the heart of Tai Chi spun wildly and the domain of Tai Chi naturally expanded.
The energy of the Tai Chi Heart was released, sweeping up the yellow leaves on the ground. Countless leaves were like countless butterflies, flying up and down, gathering towards the eye of the storm. Finally, they formed a ring, like a long dragon of dead leaves with life.
The long dragon of fallen leaves flew around Fang Yan's body, baring its fangs and waving its claws, as if it wanted to swallow the man in front of it in one bite.
"Huh------" Fang Yan used the Qingxin Jue to forcefully suppress the violent energy in his heart.
boom----
The long dragon of fallen leaves burst and shattered into pieces. The fallen leaves flew everywhere, rustling in the wind.
Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
The hostility in the body gathered more and more, becoming heavier and heavier. This was not a good sign. Even the pure and innocent Tai Chi heart was contaminated by this thing, and began to feel an uncontrollable collapse.
Fang Yan was very worried. He was worried that one day the Tai Chi Heart would no longer be under his control. In other words, the Tai Chi Heart would only activate and rotate when he used violence or was in a violent mood. If that happened, wouldn't he become a monster
"Don't worry." Fang Yan said to himself: "They will come. They will definitely come. He can feel their presence."
Fang Yan thought seriously and walked towards his original target.
Deep in the flowers, a beautiful girl stared at the scene happening in front of her with wide eyes.
She walked to where Fang Yan had just stood, looking at the dead leaves on the ground that had been blown into tiny pieces, her eyes full of confusion and inquiry.
"What kind of man is he?" the girl murmured to herself.
Three years ago, Fang Yan was a prominent figure at Suzaku Middle School.
Three years later, Suzaku's students had left one after another, and only a few students knew him.
It is now the students' lunch break, and the class will start in another half an hour. The students are not sleepy and are gathered in groups of three or five, talking and laughing noisily.
Some freshmen also took back their training uniforms to try on, as they will be participating in the freshman military training starting tomorrow.
Fang Yan, dressed in a white shirt, walked in the middle of the crowd, naturally attracting the attention of countless students.
Some people pointed at him and thought that this guy was a really strange person.
A tall boy was passing cigarettes to his classmates. Fang Yan saw this and walked over to him and said, "I don't object to you smoking, because I know I can't stop you. But can you go to an open area? You're standing at the door of the dormitory, and it could easily cause a fire."
The tall boy lit up the cigarette in his hand, took a puff, and sneered, "Who are you? What's your business?"
Fang Yan smiled, and the cigarette in the tall man's mouth fell into Fang Yan's hand.
The tall boy didn't see Fang Yan's movements clearly, and didn't even notice any traces of him making a move. But how did the cigarette end up in Fang Yan's hand
The tall boy reached out to grab it, and had originally set his sights on Fang Yan's arm, but his hand reached out and missed.
He tried to grab it again, but failed again.
Young people tend to be manic. He felt embarrassed and annoyed, so he reached out and slapped Fang Yan on the chest.
Fang Yan pulled back his palm, and the fist he had extended was knocked back. His arm drooped, and his palm kept shaking. With a light touch from Fang Yan, his fist became red and swollen.
The tall boy didn't dare to move anymore. He just looked at Fang Yan with fear as he smiled gently.
Fang Yan rubbed his two fingers lightly and put out the burning cigarette. With a flick of his finger, the cigarette butt flew into the trash can not far away.
Ignoring the boys who were looking at him in surprise, Fang Yan smiled and said, "This is the first time."
"What about next time?" a boy asked recklessly.
"There won't be a next time." Fang Yan said sternly.
Some people say that young people should be allowed to make mistakes.
Fang Yan used to think so too.
However, some mistakes can only be made once in a lifetime. Just once is enough to make people feel pain.
When Fang Yan was patrolling the backyard, Zheng Qiang from the security department ran over with sweat all over his forehead.
"Teacher Fang--" Zheng Qiang shouted breathlessly, "Those hooligans are here, they are here to cause trouble for Director Cai--"
Fang Yan frowned and said, "I'll go take a look."
Fang Yan followed Zheng Qiang, and when the two hurried back to the security booth at the school gate, they found a group of people making trouble at the gate.
The bald man and another security guard on duty blocked the gate with their bodies, preventing these guys with ferocious expressions from taking even one step into the school gate.
Fang Yan glanced at the crowd on the opposite side and was stunned for a moment. He actually found an acquaintance. (To be continued)