To some, there was no end to being despicable.
To some, there was no end to swordsmanship.
Chiba Hyaburo was the best swordsman in Japan. He was an expert that others could only look up to. However, he still had his own pursuits and goals.
He was learning swordsmanship now. One day, he would be able to attain supreme swordsmanship.
This was his life, the meaning of living.
Chiba Haomu stopped his sword and turned to look at Chiba Hyaburo. His eyes were filled with admiration and doubt.
"Father, why … did you come to Hua Xia to practice your swordsmanship?" A girl's voice came from behind.
Chiba Kaori had just taken a shower. She was wearing a traditional Japanese kimono decorated with cherry blossoms. She wore wooden clogs on her feet, revealing her ten cute toes.
Her wet hair draped over her shoulders. Her eyes were gentle, and she wore a charming smile on her face.
She was a traditional Japanese woman. She was docile and humble, as if she would never disobey her husband.
Chiba Hyaburo brought his children to Hua Xia and arranged for them to go to their respective places. Chiba Kaori went to Rosefinch Secondary for an exchange program. Meanwhile, Chiba Haomu went to study swordsmanship under his personal guidance.
The lives of the siblings were completely different.
Chiba Hyaburo doted on Chiba Kaori. He looked at her and said, "Go dry your hair."
Chiba Kaori did not reply. Instead, she said, "Father, you haven't answered my question."
"Because … I'm invincible in Japan," Chiba Hyaburo said. "Sailing against the current, one will either advance or fall behind. Everyone knows this. However, you have to sail against the current in order to pursue swordsmanship. An opponent worthy of respect can shorten your comprehension time by three to five months. An opponent who can defeat you can raise your cultivation level by three to five years … "
"Father, are you saying that you'll encounter an opponent in Hua Xia?" Chiba Kaori asked sensitively.
Chiba Hyaburo walked up to Chiba Kaori and carefully combed his daughter's hair. He smiled warmly and said, "Even if you don't want to admit it, Hua Xia has thousands of years of accumulation. However, China has thousands of years of history, and there are many reclusive heroes and experts … There should be opponents worthy of respect. "
Chiba Kaori tilted her head to look at her father's side profile and said, "Father, if you really meet an opponent worthy of respect … will you die?"
"Die?" Commander Chiba of the Army thought about it seriously and said, "Knowing the Way in the morning, one can die in the evening."
"No," Chiba Kaori said stubbornly, "I don't want you to die."
"Then I won't die." Chiba nodded seriously, as if he was making a promise.
"Then I'm going back to sleep, Father," said Chiba Kaori with a charming smile. We still have morning classes tomorrow. "
Then, he glanced at Qianye Haowu and said, "Little brother, you have to practice well."
Chiba Hosake nodded and continued to stab forward with full concentration.
One sword after another.
Caw …
The courtyard door was pushed open. A man dressed in black walked in.
He was short, thin, and his head was hidden in his hoodie, making it hard to see what he looked like.
Seeing Chiba, who was standing in the yard, the man walked over, bowed, and said, "Master."
"You're injured," Chiba Shinobu said.
"Yes," the man answered honestly. No matter how good his disguise was, he couldn't deceive his master even if there was no blood on his face or body.
"There's a fire in your throat. Ask your master's wife to prescribe you some medicine," Chiba Shinobu said. "Who can hurt you?"
"Master …"
"Who can hurt you?"
"Fang Yan," the man in black answered.
Chiba Hosake suddenly turned around and said, "Qing Yin, did you go to see Fang Yan?"
Qing Yin was the eldest disciple of Chiba Shinobu.
He was originally an Iga ninja. After failing to assassinate Chiba Shinobu, he was impressed by his swordsmanship, so he became his disciple and was willing to be his servant.
Chiba Hosake returned from Hua Xia with serious injuries because he had a conflict with a teacher in Hua Xia. After Qing Yin came to Hua Xia, he immediately searched for information about Fang Yan and followed him all the way. He chose to make his move in a KTV box with limited space.
"I heard that he defeated Chiba Hosake. I want to test his strength …"
"You want to help Chiba Hosake take revenge?"
"Master, please punish me." The man apologized in a low voice.
Because the action of lowering his head was too big, it once again affected the injury on his chest.
With a muffled groan, he opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood.
Chiba Shinobu glanced at him and asked, "What did he use to hurt you?"
"His fist."
"Did his fist touch you?"
"No." Qing Yin replied.
Chiba Shinobu walked in front of Chiba Hosake and said, "You keep asking me when this swordsmanship will end."
"Yes, Father …"
Chiba Shinobu walked to the side of the locust tree, pointed to its solid trunk, and said, "Pierce it."
"Father …" Chiba Shinobu looked stunned. The blade was not allowed to touch the tree trunk, and it was just a stab through the air … How could the tree trunk be pierced?
Dripping water can wear a stone, at least let the water drop on the stone, right?
"He can do it." Chiba Shinobu knew what Chiba Hosake was thinking and said aloud.
"Fang Yan?" Chiba Hosake gritted his teeth and asked.
"Yes."
"How strong is he?" Chiba Hosake asked.
"He's stronger than you think," Chiba Shinobu said. "He injured Chiba Hosake and Qing Yin … This young man, I'm really looking forward to it."
"…"
…
…
At the end of the two Chinese classes in the morning, Fang Yan walked back to the office with his textbook.
Seeing that there was a gap in the middle of the page, Fang Yan opened the gap and found an exquisitely folded paper crane lying there.
"Teacher Fang Yan, you're getting more and more handsome. I like you so much. "
It was still a row of beautiful handwriting, but it didn't belong to any of the students in the class.
Because Fang Yan was good at calligraphy, he was able to memorize the handwriting of every student. As long as he saw the handwriting, he would know who wrote it. It was very accurate, and he never missed it.
"Who is it?" Fang Yan was full of doubts.
Fang Yan didn't mind being liked by others. Being liked was something to be happy and proud of, but he was worried that it would affect this girl's academic performance.
His cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Fang Yan pressed the answer button. It turned out to be a call from Principal Zhang Shaofeng himself.
"What's the matter, Principal Zhang?" Fang Yan asked.
"Teacher Fang Yan, are you in the office or outside?" Zhang Shaofeng asked.
"I just finished my class, Principal. I'm in the office now," Fang Yan said.
"Come to my office. I have something to discuss with you."
"Okay, I'll be there."
In the Principal's office, Zhang Shaofeng warmly invited Fang Yan to sit down and personally ran to make a cup of good tea for Fang Yan.
Fang Yan smiled and held the teacup, saying, "What are you doing, Principal Zhang? This kind of thing should be done by us subordinates. How can you let the old leader do it for us? "
Zhang Shaofeng waved and said, "There are two problems in your words, Fang Yan. Do you know what the two problems are? "
"I really don't know about this." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Principal, give me some advice?"
"First, I'm not an old leader. The only one who can be called an old leader of Rosefinch is your grandfather, Mr. Lu. Who in the education field doesn't regard Mr. Lu as their life idol? "
"Principal Zhang is too modest. You are also our old leader. "Fang Yan said. Although he knew that Zhang Shaofeng was trying to build a relationship with him, he was still very excited to hear someone praise his grandfather and regard his grandfather as his life idol. This was the principle of flattery being the best.
"Second, who made the rule that subordinates must make tea for their superiors? Can't the Principal make a cup of tea for the teacher? Anyone could sit in the headmaster's position, but not everyone could do the job of a teacher well. Otherwise, how can there be a difference between a famous teacher and a mediocre teacher? "
"Therefore, you teachers are the treasures of our school, the core strength of our Rosefinch. We old guys can't do anything else, but it's not a problem to do logistics for you, right? "
"Principal is too modest." Fang Yan said with a smile. He thought that if it wasn't because Lu Chaoge bought Rosefinch, if it wasn't because he had a close relationship with Lu Chaoge, perhaps the "treasures" and "core strength" would still have to pour tea for the old leader.
This was the hidden social class. Many people were unwilling to admit it, but it really existed. It lasted for thousands of years, and it would continue.
"Is Mr. Fang's work going well?" Zhang Shaofeng asked in a friendly voice.
"It's going well." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I like my job as a teacher very much."
"En. You're a talent. I've been thinking about giving you more responsibilities … You're young, how can you not exercise more? However, Director Lu is very protective of you. She said that you just have to focus on the work at hand. Since she said that, how can I have any objections? "
"This is also the principal's love for me." Fang Yan said, feeling even more puzzled. What does this old fox want from me?
"It's like this. Recently, there have been more and more students' parents looking for me, and my phone is getting busier and busier. Among them, there are many important people that I had difficulty meeting in the past … I thought that the older I get, the more charming I become. " Zhang Shaofeng finally got to the point and said self-deprecatingly, "Actually, they're looking for you."
"Looking for me?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
"What a pitiful world of parents. Whether they're high-ranking officials or rich people, no matter what their parents' identities or how much wealth they have, in their hearts, their children's education is still the most important … They're looking for me for a common purpose, and that is to transfer their children to your Class 9. "
"…" Fang Yan didn't say anything, not because he was speechless, but because he was secretly happy. He felt that he had become a celebrity in Huacheng's education circle. In another two years, he should be about the same age as his grandfather, right?
"It's obviously impossible to transfer all of them to Class 9," Zhang Shaofeng said. "Those with money and power can be transferred, but those without money and power can't be transferred? We can't do that. "
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded firmly. "We can't do that. We have to be fair and just. If we plant the seeds of unfairness and unfairness in the hearts of the students on this matter, when the students enter society in the future, this seed may also take root and germinate and bear the consequences … "
"That's what I'm thinking." Zhang Shaofeng said with a smile, "So, I'm here to ask for your help."
"What can I do?" Fang Yan asked.
"Have a big class," Zhang Shaofeng said. "Give all the first-year students a language class."
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