At that time, the red sun in the sky had just bloomed a warm light, and the bright red triangular plum blossoms had covered the gray mottled walls. Unknown birds were singing among the tall and straight sycamore trees. When they were combing their feathers, they accidentally shook off the dew on the leaves and sprinkled it on the faces and bodies of the students. It was cold, with the refreshing smell of the leaves.
It was an intoxicating and breathtaking morning.
The whole place was silent!
No one spoke, and even their breathing slowed down.
Everyone was staring at the man standing in the middle of the crowd, the man who was invincible when he fought against a hundred people.
He was delicate and handsome, and his face was repulsive.
He was gentle and modest, and he was arrogant and arrogant.
He was cruel and merciless, and he was compassionate.
…
He had defeated the ace coach of Glory. He had said that Glory's students were useless. Everyone should hate him and ostracize him. However, from the bottom of their hearts, they had a strange impression of him … From the beginning until now, he had not seriously injured any of the students who had surrounded him. Even if he said it too bluntly and harshly, didn't this prove that he was a frank and sincere man?
People who practiced martial arts most admired those who were stronger than them.
Fang Yan had conquered them with his valiant strength and won their heartfelt respect.
Except for Fang Yan, who else could be like him?
Qin Yitian slightly raised her head, and under the direct light, her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance. She looked at Fang Yan in the distance, and said with a light smile, "You see, this is the man I like."
"…" The smile on Tangcheng's face instantly froze.
He turned around and looked at Qin Yitian's delicate and flawless side profile, and said, "Don't always say such things, okay? I feel very sad when I hear it. Mr. Fang is indeed very powerful, and I am proud of him now … But, do you know that one sentence of yours can completely destroy other people's good mood? "
Qin Yitian still looked at Fang Yan, and said without turning her head, "But, what should I do? I don't like to lie and pretend. "
"…" Tangcheng felt like he was about to cry.
Surrounded by Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan, and accompanied by Baldy, Fang Yan walked out of the crowd and walked toward the gate of Glory Martial Arts School.
Baldy felt that he had never looked so good before. He thought that his bald head, which had only a few hairs left, must be shining so brightly that they could not open their eyes.
He waved his hand at the Radiant Academy students who were following behind him and saluting him, saying, "Go back, go back … there's no need to send me off."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "You little brats, if you dare to cause trouble at the entrance of Rosefinch Secondary again, just wait and see how I'll deal with you … If I can't deal with you, I'll let Teacher Fang Yan deal with you …"
The students of Glory Martial School chuckled, not taking Baldy's threat seriously at all.
"You still dare to laugh … you still dare to laugh … see if I don't tear your mouths apart …" Baldy shouted angrily, feeling that he had lost face.
Can't you see that I'm wearing a big tiger skin? Why aren't you guys afraid at all? I'm really worried for you guys.
"Baldy." Fang Yan couldn't help but shout.
According to Fang Yan's plan, after the speech just now, he should not speak anymore.
What he needed to do was to hold his head high and his chest out. With a warm, modest, pure, and enigmatic smile on his face, he would walk through the crowd under the protection of his two bodyguards and walk out of the school gate.
Of course, the image of these two bodyguards was really too bad. One was short and fat, and the other was tall and skinny. It would be best if they could be swapped.
They were not worthy of the noble style that he had created with his beautiful artistic conception. Although red leaves needed green leaves to go with it, Fang Yan had every reason to believe that even if he was placed in the middle of a group of red leaves, he would still give off the feeling that he was outshining others.
Yes, he was such an ordinary, yet not ordinary, simple, yet not concise man.
If the appearance of Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan was barely acceptable, then Baldy following behind him and acting cute was really intolerable.
'Please, you're just losing hair, not blind. How can you say such things at this time?'
Thus, Fang Yan had no choice but to scold him.
Hearing Fang Yan call out his name, Baldy became even more proud. He glanced at the glorious students proudly, with a look that said 'don't you dare offend me, or I'll beat you up.' He trotted to the front of Fang Yan and said, "Mr. Fang, are you looking for me?"
"Don't speak." Fang Yan said.
"Okay." Baldy nodded in agreement. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Why?"
"Don't speak."
"Okay, I won't speak. But tell me why? "
"Fang Yingying, beat him up."
"…"
…
"Fang Yan." A hoarse voice shouted loudly.
Fang Yan suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Chen, who had been beaten to the ground by him, walking quickly towards him with the help of a few students.
Fang Yan's eyelids drooped slightly. He didn't know why Zhang Chen still chased after him at this time. Could it be that he was still not convinced?
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan looked at each other and stood in front of Fang Yan, one on the left and one on the right.
Baldy was a beat slower, and he used his thin body to stand in front of Hero and Man.
"…" Fang Yan had the urge to kick them all away. Zhang Chen is already injured like this, why are you guys standing in front of me? Even if you want to steal the limelight, you don't have to be so blatant, right?
"Coach Zhang, are you okay?"
"Coach, how are your injuries?"
"Coach …"
…
Wherever Zhang Chen went, the students would greet him respectfully. They didn't look down on him just because he lost the battle with Fang Yan. On the contrary, after witnessing Fang Yan's true strength, the students of Glory Martial Arts School respected and admired Zhang Chen even more.
It should be known that not everyone could last so long in front of Fang Yan. If they asked themselves honestly, they wouldn't be able to do it.
Zhang Chen ignored the concerned questions of the students and walked straight towards Fang Yan.
His body was slightly bent, and it was obvious that his shoulder or spine was injured. His right leg was a little strained when he took a step. He probably sprained it or injured it.
His face was covered in blood, his hair was messy, and his clothes were wrinkled and covered in dust. He looked miserable.
However, his eyes were still bright and sharp.
He stared at Fang Yan without blinking, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, Fang Yan would disappear.
Dong …
Zhang Chen finally stood in front of Fang Yan.
He raised his head and looked at Fang Yan's eyes with a serious expression.
Fang Yan didn't speak, and neither did Zhang Chen. The two of them looked at each other affectionately, as if they were lovers about to part.
Being stared at by a man like that for a long time, Fang Yan really felt a little uncomfortable. He cupped his hands towards Zhang Chen and said, "Swords have no eyes, fists and feet are merciless. Sometimes on the martial arts field, even if you want to stop, you have no choice … If I hit too hard, please forgive me, Coach Zhang."
"I want to worship you as my teacher," Zhang Chen said.
"What?" Fang Yan couldn't believe his ears.
"I want to worship you as my teacher," Zhang Chen said again. His voice was louder than before, and his expression was more determined and persistent. "Please accept me as your disciple."
The teachers and students of Glory Martial School were all stunned.
Zhang Chen wanted to worship Fang Yan as his teacher?
Zhang Chen was their coach, their teacher. If he worshipped Fang Yan as his teacher, then … what should they call Fang Yan?
With such a close relationship, how would they fight in the future?
Fang Yan looked at Zhang Chen's eyes and knew that this man wasn't lying. He really wanted to worship him as his teacher.
Fang Yan refused and said, "Coach Zhang, don't joke around. How am I qualified to be your teacher? Coach Zhang has ample stamina and rich fighting experience. As long as he practices diligently, he will definitely have even more extraordinary achievements in the future. "
"I'm not joking. I really want to worship you as my teacher, I definitely want to worship you as my teacher, "Zhang Chen said with a heavy voice. Because his emotions were too agitated, the wound on his chest was pulled, and he even covered his mouth and coughed a few times. "Before today, before sparring with you, I also thought that I had extraordinary strength and rich fighting experience, and that there was almost no one in Huacheng who could match me … But, after sparring with Mr. Fang, I realized how laughable my thoughts were."
"There is always someone better than you out there. The old ancestor has never lied to us … I know how big the gap between us is, a gap higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. You have the qualifications to be my teacher, but I'm afraid that I don't have the qualifications to be your disciple. "
Zhang Chen bowed his head and bowed, almost using a pleading tone to say, "Mr. Fang, please accept me as your disciple."
Fang Yan sighed softly and said, "Coach Zhang, I can't accept you as my disciple. I'm just a teacher, a language teacher … The martial arts I learned are to strengthen my body, and I've never thought of using it for anything else … I'm a low-key person, and I don't want my life to become overly complicated. So, let's maintain the status quo. You continue to be the coach of Brilliant Martial Arts School, and I'll continue to be my language teacher at Rosefinch Secondary. When we'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 language classes. "
Zhang Chen tried his best to straighten his back, and said to the students who were supporting him on both sides, "Let go of me."
"Coach …"
"Let go," Zhang Chen shouted.
The students didn't dare to disobey, and could only let go of his arms.
Thump!
Zhang Chen knelt on the ground.
Under the gazes and astonishment of hundreds of Brilliant Martial Arts School teachers and students, he knelt on the stone pavement in the middle of the school grounds.
"I beg you," Zhang Chen shouted at Fang Yan's back.
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