"Bro! Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Have you considered changing places? You're good with the sword. You even managed to take care of Chen Huan. You're a master! "
As soon as the man got close, Lin Sheng could smell a strong scent of perfume.
He was a little taller than Lin Sheng. He had a large build and a rough voice, but his Celine accent gave off a strange vibe.
Celine was dominated by Asians, but the Asians here were generally fairer than the Asians in Lin Sheng's previous life.
As for the black and white people here, they were not as divided as they were on Earth in his previous life.
The Asians were only slightly fairer than the Asians.
At the port of Huaisha.
Foreign Asians were not uncommon. Most of them came from the Kingdom of Leon across the sea. It was the most developed area in the world.
Lin Sheng turned around and carefully looked at the man who stopped him.
The man was a Caucasian with dark yellow hair, a golden nose ring, and a green tiger tattoo on his body. He was bare-chested and wore a pair of loose gray breeches.
"Hello, my name is Russell. I'm the manager of the Steelscale Club. I saw the match just now. It was a good fight! "
"Russell?" Lin Sheng was stunned. That was a good name. "My name is Lin Sheng. You said you're the manager of the Steelscale Club?"
"Don't talk here. Come with me!" Russell pulled Lin Sheng and turned to run.
The two walked quickly, turned a corner, and arrived at another swordsmanship club.
This was one of the other two clubs Lin Sheng had visited before. Both were places with expensive membership fees.
The outside of the club was decorated like a luxury hotel. It was resplendent, and there were two black lions on both sides of the door.
Everything inside was round. Round lights, round halls, round pillars, round counters.
There was also a round-faced girl at the front desk …
Russell pulled Lin Sheng straight to the second floor.
On the second floor, the two quickly entered a spacious and gorgeous swordsmanship training room.
Two swordsmen wearing armor and helmets were sparring with each other.
"Madillan! Xia Yin, come quickly, I brought back an expert! "Russell shouted as soon as he entered the room.
"Just ten minutes ago, this guy beat up the long-legged woman from Tengchong!" Russell quickly exaggerated the truth to highlight the publicity effect.
"What?"
The two swordsmen stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him.
One of them was a black youth, and the other looked like a mixed-race girl.
Russell pointed to the black man and said, "Madillan, the club's chief steward."
Then, he pointed at the mixed-blood girl. "Xia Yin, the club's chief equipment technician. Oh yeah, she's a mix of Celine and Io. "
Finally, he pointed at Lin Sheng.
"An expert, Lin Sheng, who beat Chen Huan to tears!"
Lin Sheng was speechless. He scanned the classroom.
The whole classroom was no different from a dance studio. The floor was covered with thick, high-grade cushions. They did not look like cushions, but more like expensive, patterned black marble.
On the left side was a large floor mirror for the swordsmen to correct their movements.
There was a built-in compartment in the corner of the wall, and inside it were sets of metal armor and helmets that were obviously expensive to build.
There were also weapons racks with all kinds of swords of different lengths.
"What do you think? The conditions here are much better than next door! "Russell chuckled. "There's nothing lacking here but experts. Are you interested in joining us? "
Lin Sheng looked at him in bewilderment.
"What do you mean?"
"1,000 a month. You'll come to teach at least five times, so it'll be 200 a time. Is that okay? Even Chen Huan can't get this price, "Russell offered.
Madillan, the black man, also approached with a smile, revealing a mouth full of white teeth.
"Hello, friend. This club is a small organization that the three of us pooled money to set up. The purpose is to exchange Naxi swordsmanship and other ancient martial arts. "
"He's very good, Madillan. He can beat the three of us!" Russell exclaimed in an extremely exaggerated tone.
"Do you have to? I'm just a beginner … "Lin Sheng was surprised for a moment, but then he calmed down.
"A beginner? It doesn't matter. A beginner who can beat Chen Huan to tears is even more important! "Madillan said with a smile.
The female voice, Xia Yin, also took off her helmet and approached. She didn't speak, just observing Lin Sheng.
"What do I have to do if I join this club?" Lin Sheng asked again.
"Five times a month, 200 yuan for each instruction. Come and teach us Naxi swordsmanship," Russell explained. "We're different from Tengchong. We're not open to the public. We only accept certain members. "
"To put it bluntly, only the three of us need guidance," Madillan added.
"What about your previous instruction?" Lin Sheng was puzzled.
This place was beautifully decorated and paid well. There should have been people applying for the job. Why didn't he see them?
"They were beaten away by Tengchong next door." Russell's face darkened at the mention of this.
"Well, let's not talk about this. Let's practice!" He quickly pulled Lin Sheng to put on the protective suit and helmet.
Two minutes later …
The three of them were panting as they stood opposite Lin Sheng.
All three of them were armed to the teeth, holding cross swords in their hands. However, their postures were a little unnatural.
Russell and Madillan covered their chests and panted, while Xia Yin pressed her right thigh without moving.
"Amazing!" That was the first thing Xia Yin said.
"Come on, stay. I'll pay you 1,500 yuan!" Madillan slapped his thigh and shouted.
Lin Sheng was at a loss for a moment when he met three pairs of eager eyes.
…
…
When he got home that night, Lin Sheng was still in a daze.
He was inexplicably chased out of Tengchong Club and then inexplicably pulled into Steelscale Club.
A club with a total of three official members.
It felt like a dream. It was seriously unreal.
Sitting at the dinner table, his father, Lin Zhounian, picked up his bowl and looked up at Lin Sheng sitting opposite him.
"How have you been recently? Have you fallen behind? "He picked up a piece of stir-fried meat with tofu and put it in his bowl. He did not eat and waited for Lin Sheng to reply.
"Not bad, as usual." Lin Sheng came back to his senses and answered.
"Grandpa's situation has stabilized, but we still have to take turns to look after him. You can only rely on yourself. We can't take care of him for a while. "Lin Zhounian sighed.
"Got it." Lin Sheng nodded.
"When I went upstairs just now, I heard from Aunt Zhang that the price of beef has risen a lot recently …"
His mother, Gu Wanqiu, began to talk about the daily oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, where there was a promotion, and what subtle changes there were. She could find out from the neighbors.
She had to work at the kindergarten every day and did not come home for long.
From time to time, Lin Zhounian interrupted and discussed with her.
Lin Sheng, on the other hand, sat quietly and listened.
After dinner, he took the initiative to wash the dishes. After cleaning up, he quickly washed up and returned to the bedroom.
He could not wait to enter the dream again and explore the secrets of the mysterious Blackfeather City.
After killing the rotten swordsman and obtaining the incomplete memories, Lin Sheng was full of expectations.
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