Early in the morning, Zuo Yi woke up in a chair.
He realized that he had slept in the courtyard for the whole night. The charcoal in the grill had already turned into cold ashes, and the ground was littered with bamboo skewers used for barbecue.
After summoning the Giant Spirit Wizard Slave to clean up, Zuo Yi went back to his room to wash up.
Then he went to the town for breakfast and took the bus to work.
Today was Zuo Yi's first day as a teacher in Tenhiro Budokan, but the beginning of his teaching career was not very good.
"Let me introduce you …"
Shang Yulin said, "This is your swordsmanship teacher, Zuo Yi. He will be in charge of your basic swordsmanship training."
When Tenhiro Budokan was at its peak, it had more than 20 fighting and swordsmanship teachers, three senior mentors, and more than 200 students. It was quite famous in Hangzhou's martial arts circle.
But that was a thing of the past. Today, there were only two teachers, Shang Yulin and Zhang Dahai, left in the martial arts hall. There were only a few students left.
The students that Shang Yulin introduced to Zuo Yi were the new students that were recruited this summer. There were four boys and one girl, and there were only five of them. They were all in their teens.
As soon as she finished speaking, one of the arrogant teenagers frowned and asked with dissatisfaction, "Director Shang, why are you not the one teaching us swordsmanship, but this guy?"
He glanced at Zuo Yi with a disdainful look, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
What a joke. He spent money to enter Tenhiro Budokan just to learn swordsmanship from the beautiful teacher, Shang Yulin. Otherwise, why would he come here when there were so many better martial arts halls in Hangzhou?
"That's right!"
The arrogant teenager's companions shouted, "Director Shang, we want to learn swordsmanship from you!"
"Me too!"
Shang Yulin was getting a headache from their argument, but he still patiently persuaded them, "Zuo Yi is a Professional Third Dan swordsman, he is fully capable of guiding all of you in your basic swordsmanship training …"
"Only Professional Third Pin!"
The arrogant young man widened his eyes, as if he had been severely insulted. With an exaggerated expression, he said, "That's even more unacceptable. Curator Shang, if you want us to learn swordsmanship from him, we won't learn it anymore. We'll refund the fees!"
The lackey beside him waved his flag and shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, refund the tuition fees!"
A few steps away, Zhang Dahai and several other students of the Dojo were watching the show.
He crossed his arms and looked at Zuo Yi with a teasing look in his eyes. Obviously, he was gloating over Zuo Yi's embarrassing situation.
"Alright then."
The new students were clamoring for a refund, and Shang Yulin had no choice but to compromise.
However, she still wanted to try to salvage the situation, "Those who want to learn swordsmanship from me, come with me. Those who are willing to learn from Teacher Zuo can stay."
These five new students were Tenhiro Budokan's last hope. She had spent so much time and effort to recruit them. If they all ran away now, not only would she have to return the tuition fees she had just received, but the reputation of the Dojo would also be ruined.
Therefore, no matter what, Shang Yulin could not let such a thing happen. She could only work harder to guide the students herself.
The arrogant young man and the other two boys immediately stood on her side. Then, the delicate girl hesitated for a moment before following them. Now, there was only one chubby boy left on Zuo Yi's side.
Shang Yulin was a little surprised and asked, "Are you willing to learn from Teacher Zuo?"
The chubby boy smiled and nodded, "I'm willing."
The arrogant young man and his companions looked at him as if he was an idiot.
He didn't want to learn from the beautiful curator with long legs in front of him, and instead wanted to learn swordsmanship from a rough guy. Was his head kicked by a donkey?
It was obvious that his IQ was low!
Shang Yulin was relieved, "Okay."
She quickly said to Zuo Yi, "Then I'll leave him to you."
After saying that, Shang Yulin hurriedly left with her four students, lest the other party suddenly go back on her words and make Zuo Yi unable to step down.
"Ha!"
Zhang Dahai also let out a "ha", and also took his students to practice — the show was over.
So, only Zuo Yi and the chubby boy were left staring at each other.
"Interesting …"
Zuo Yi suddenly smiled and asked, "What's your name? Why aren't you with them?"
"Teacher, my name is Sun Qiang."
The chubby boy scratched his head and replied somewhat shyly, "I, I don't like to be with Zhao Shaohui and the others."
Zuo Yi nodded and asked again, "Then why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
The chubby boy, Sun Qiang, swallowed his saliva and said, "I, I want to lose weight, and I don't want to be bullied."
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the arrogant young man who was learning swordsmanship from Shang Yulin not far away.
Zuo Yi already understood.
This person was obviously often bullied, and the person who bullied him was similar to the arrogant young man, so he would rather learn from him than mix with the other party.
"Student Xiao Qiang …"
He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, saying, "Come with me."
"My name is Sun Qiang."
The chubby boy weakly protested, but still obediently followed Zuo Yi to the sword room.
Tenhiro Budokan had two independent sword rooms. In the past, when the martial arts school was flourishing, the sword room had to be booked in advance to use, and there was a time limit. Now, people could use it whenever they wanted, and no one would fight for it.
The sword room that Zuo Yi had chosen was the one that he had often used many years ago when he was studying in the Hong Martial Arts Hall. Compared to that time, the equipment and facilities inside had not changed much. However, they looked a lot older and no doubt lacked maintenance.
Retracting his gaze, Zuo Yi turned his attention back to the student in front of him and asked, "Have you ever learned fighting or swordsmanship before?"
Sun Qiang shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Then there's no foundation …"
Zuo Yi pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll teach you a move, and you can practice it for a while before you learn the sword move."
Without waiting for Sun Qiang to answer, Zuo Yi suddenly stepped forward and suddenly flashed behind him. He stretched out his right index finger and fell on the back of his neck like lightning, at the position of the first vertebra.
Sun Qiang had no time to react. He felt a hot breath penetrating from the cervical vertebra, instantly running down the entire spine, and immediately spreading to the extremities of his limbs and bones, all the way to the ends of his fingers and toes!
At this moment, the sour feeling was simply indescribable. Student Xiao Qiang's hair stood up, his eyes rolled back, his limbs twitched, and his whole body trembled. He almost peed on the spot.
The next moment, he involuntarily withdrew his head, opened his arms, raised his legs, and straightened his body. Like a marionette being controlled by someone, he stiffly and mechanically completed a strange movement.
In less than half a minute, Sun Qiang, who had just completed the movement, was already sweating profusely. Large beads of sweat emerged from his forehead and quickly slid down his fat face, looking extraordinarily comical.
Zuo Yi withdrew his finger.
Sun Qiang felt as if his spine had been pulled out. He sat on the floor weakly and let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah ~"
In fact, he wanted to scream just now, but unfortunately, he was controlled by Zuo Yi and couldn't make a sound. The soreness, pain, numbness, and itchiness in his body had accumulated to the peak at this moment, and he could only vent it in this way.
The door of the sword room was open, and Sun Qiang's cries were so tragic that everyone in the hall outside could hear them clearly.
Shang Yulin, who was teaching the new students, heard the sound and his expression changed. Without thinking, he rushed to the sword room.
The others looked at each other and followed to see what was going on.
Shang Yulin, who was the first to run to the sword room, saw Sun Qiang sitting on the floor in a very sorry state. His face was distorted, and he looked like he had just experienced a painful torture.
This scene shocked Shang Yulin. She couldn't help but shout at Zuo Yi, who acted as if nothing had happened, "What did you do?"
Her tears flowed out as she shouted, "How could you do this!"
Since Shanghe's death, Shang Yulin took on the responsibility of taking care of the family and the martial arts center. During this period of time, she was under a lot of pressure. She was worried and anxious day and night, and the strings in her heart were stretched to the extreme.
Now that she had finally recruited a few new students, she never thought that Zuo Yi would do such a thing!
If something serious happened to Sun Qiang, the martial arts center would not only have to pay a large sum of money, but also have a great impact on its reputation.
It would also make Shang Yulin's efforts and efforts to maintain the martial arts center go down the drain!
Shang Yulin even suspected that Zuo Yi had colluded with others and deliberately came to Tenhiro to cause trouble.
She also regretted agreeing to Zuo Yi's request to be an instructor at the martial arts center yesterday!
Third update, I owe Li Shugen a supplement to the previous book. At the same time, I also want to thank Wu Qiu Liang for the reward. Thank you to all the friends who gave me the reward. Thank you!
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