The cold wind was blowing, and the atmosphere was solemn.
In the classical and solemn Martial Arts Hall of the Fang Family, two groups of people stood opposite each other.
A young girl in a black suit stood in the middle of the hall, holding her proud head and coldly glancing at the group of people in front of her. She said rudely, "Where is Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan come out to fight. "
"My son is dressing up and will come out soon." A middle-aged man with a refined face answered. He frowned slightly because he didn't like the aggressive attitude of the girl in front of him.
He was Fang Yixing, the successor of Fang's Tai Chi. Because he liked poetry and painting, he didn't look heroic like a martial artist. Instead, he looked a bit gentle and elegant.
Ye Rou sneered and said, "Dressing up? Are you too scared to come out? "
"You're going too far." Fang Yixing looked embarrassed. But he didn't inherit the nature of martial arts from his ancestors, so he couldn't scold this girl to death even if he was a scholar. He felt very uncomfortable because of the stuffy anger in his chest.
"Brother Fang Yan will come out soon. He will definitely teach you a lesson." A dignified boy waved his fist and said fiercely.
As soon as the boy finished his words, the group of people burst into laughter.
"When can Fang Yan beat Ye Rou? The Fang Family and the Ye Family have a competition every year. Since the first competition ten years ago, when did Fang Yan beat our Rou? "
"Right. He was beaten badly the first time and couldn't get out of bed for more than ten days, right? Rou is a rare martial arts genius in the Ye Family. "
"Her left leg was broken the second time, and two front teeth were knocked out the third time … Let's talk about the last time. She was beaten by our Rou and pretended to be dead on the ground. Oh, what a funny look …"
…
"Gossipy kids." Fang Yixing looked embarrassed. He pointed at the men of the Ye Family who mocked his son and scolded, "Gossipy kids."
This time, he wanted to argue for his son, but … but what could he do? What the other party said was the truth.
Ye Rou simply waved her hand and said, "It's useless to say more. Let Fang Yan come out to fight. If he's not a talkative child, then let's see who's the real deal. "
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 not good? Let's talk things out. "Fang Yixing hated it the most when his family and servants were flustered and didn't have a calm demeanor.
"Young Master ran away. The young master ran away. "The young disciple said with a sad face.
"Ran away?" Fang Yixing's face twitched. "Why did you run away? Where did he go? "
"I don't know," said the disciple. "Young Master left a letter."
"Quick, open it."
"It's not for Master. It's for Miss Ye."
"…" Fang Yixing felt that he was in a bad mood. Was this son his own?
"Cowardly rat." Ye Rou was stunned for a moment before she sneered. "Give me the letter."
The young disciple didn't dare to disobey this violent woman, so he quickly passed the letter in his hand over.
Ye Rou opened the letter and found that there was only a doggerel left behind: Stinky woman, a good man doesn't fight with a woman, a good dog doesn't block the way. I'm leaving, never to see you again!!!
"Fang Yan."
Ye Rou's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She clasped her hands together and rubbed them together. The simple yet elegant letter turned into a puff of smoke.
"Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will still crush your bones and scatter your ashes."
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Rosefinch Secondary. The best private high school in Huacheng.
Fang Yan stood at the school gate and looked at the young girls who were wearing white shirts and short skirts. They were full of youthful energy as they walked past him. He took a deep breath of the fragrant air and said to himself with a face full of infatuation, "I firmly believe that the student girl wearing a translucent white shirt with a black bra underneath is the sexiest goddess."
"It's better to sneak away than to get beaten up every year." Fang Yan's handsome face showed a hint of ferocity, "Ye Rou, you damn bitch, bitch, I'm afraid you never thought that I would come to school to be a teacher, right? Want to beat me? No way. Am I the kind of pitiful, weak, and undignified man who gets beaten up by others casually? "
After asking this question that didn't need anyone to answer, Fang Yan felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
At least … I have to beat up that wild woman Ye Rou once a year. Just like cats eat fish and dogs eat meat, Ultraman has to beat up small monsters, this is the rule.
He adjusted the collar of his white shirt, took out a pair of black-rimmed 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, hair style, and made sure there were no unidentified objects in the corner 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 quickly retreated like a ball. He looked at Fang Yan in confusion and asked, "Are you Mr. Fang Yan?"
"I am." Fang Yan nodded.
"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face was full of disbelief. "Didn't you say I'm here to pick up a new teacher? How come it's such a … ridiculously young guy? "
If he stood on the podium and gave a lecture, how embarrassing would it be for the slightly older students sitting under the podium?
"You're older than the teacher." Would this sentence become the most vicious verbal attack in Rosefinch Secondary?
"Absolutely." Fang Yan said with a smile.
"I'm the director of the headmaster's office, Zheng Jing." Zheng Jing looked up and down at Fang Yan carefully again. After eliminating the possibility that this was a prank, he raised his heavy head and said, "The headmaster wants to see you."
Vice-headmaster's office.
Fang Yan looked around the bright, spacious, but elegantly decorated office. He was sure of two things. First, Rosefinch Secondary was very rich, and the teachers' benefits were very good. Second, the headmaster in charge of human resources was a woman.
The headmaster wasn't there. The Fatso who brought him in poured him a cup of tea and left in a hurry, leaving him alone in the empty room.
Fang Yan waited for a long time. The hot water cooled down, and the aroma of the tea dissipated, but the headmaster who wanted to see him was still nowhere to be seen.
He stood up and stretched, then he walked around the office and looked around.
Soon, his eyes were attracted by a tall vase in the corner.
The streamlined ugari connected from head to tail, and the gorgeous yellow ugari decorated it lazily in echelons. It looked very beautiful.
"Stairway to Heaven?" Fang Yan was stunned. He didn't expect to see a difficult flower arrangement like "Stairway to Heaven" here.
He squatted down to admire it carefully, then he shook his head lightly. "Not good enough."
He wanted to turn around and leave, but he stopped.
After hesitating again and again, he finally couldn't help but pick up the scissors on the windowsill and start trimming.
He was bold and ruthless, as if he had a grudge against this flower.
Clang!
Lu Chaoge pushed the office door open and saw a strange man squatting in the corner, waving the scissors and destroying his favorite flower arrangement. The broken branches and leaves on the ground were a mess.
She felt like she was going to faint. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide open. She shouted anxiously, "What are you doing?"
Fang Yan was engrossed in his work. He was completely focused on the task at hand. When he heard the shout, he answered, "No."
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