Chapter 67

After lunch, berish and the prince came back. Wisteria wood seats were placed in Mu Zixing's office, and they also successfully entered the martial arts department to study.

It has to be said that in today's society, what rich people want to do is simple. However, there are some things that you can't do even if you have money. The problem of teachers in the martial arts department can not be solved by money now.

There is no teacher in class. Every afternoon, the students of the martial arts department can only look at me. I look at you. I don't know what to do.

The prince and prissy were eager to stay away from reading all day. Of course, they liked such days. After losing to Han Fei, sun Shengnan and Gao Feng hid and muttered to discuss, and then worked overtime to practice Kung Fu. They didn't seem to be interested in learning.

Besides, there are no other people in the martial arts department. So. Only Han Fei really cares about learning!

Han Fei regretted giving the letter to Mu Zixing. Because when he walked into the classroom in the afternoon, Han Fei knew he had chosen the wrong major. Before he came, Mu Zixing was only three people in the martial arts department. Now he and others joined, and there are not enough people to fill a table for dinner.

In a major, there is only one dean who is also a teacher. Of the five students. The other two are to spend money on Wisteria wood seats, and then go to the relationship between wealth and wealth.

Berish and the prince worked all morning, and after drinking last night, they took aphrodisiac, which was also very frustrating. He pulled several tables to make a bed and lay on it to take a nap. It is called tonifying sleep and nourishing the body. He should share weal and woe with his senior brothers and sisters.

There are five students and one teacher. The school has given three classrooms. The hardware support should be great.

However, in addition to Mu Zixing's office, the other two classrooms are more appropriately described as warehouses.

The classroom on the far side is used for practicing kung fu. Although there is no hole in the ceiling and there is no blue sky and white clouds, you can see from the map texture on the flower board that day that the classroom must leak when it rains. There are several sandbags in the classroom of more than 100 square meters. Some rusty dumbbells and barbells are lost in the corner, and there is nothing else.

This is the place for professional classes in the martial arts department. There are windows on all three sides and the lighting is very good. There is basically no glass, so the ventilation is better. Even if it is more than 40 degrees outside, it is cool to stand in this classroom.

The second classroom is where prissy and the prince sleep now. The podium, multimedia and more than a dozen seats are new, which accounts for more than half of the classroom space. Even if Han Fei and others are full, they can only use half of half, so per capita occupies the teaching area, and the martial arts department can rank first in the whole school.

The second half of the classroom is even more wonderful. Near the east window, there are gas hoods and gas bottles, a small iron pot and several pairs of dishes and chopsticks, which are similar to the layout of migrant workers' tents. Because it is not clean enough, many flies still dance in the sun.

On the other side as like as two peas, the curtain of the curtain was covered with sweat, and the smell of sweat was just the same as that of the peak. Through the gap, you can see that there is an old double bed in it. Needless to ask, I sleep here at the peak of the night.

Sun Shengnan and Gao Feng were busy practicing kung fu every day before Han Fei and others came. In Mu Zixing's words, there is no final exam in the martial arts department anyway. Your grades depend on who is good at Kung Fu.

When they are usually bored, Gao Feng always wants to invite senior sister sun Shengnan to talk about life in her double bed. But he was cursed and even beaten every time. More often, they sit cross legged on the desk. The four eyes are relatively motionless, which is why Han Fei came in the morning and the classroom was empty and no one responded.

Han Fei, who has never read a book, originally planned to carry his schoolbag and buy some stationery boxes from the school. Look at the new textbooks and books left moldy by the window. Han feiqing fortunately didn't take anything, otherwise he would be laughed at by Gao Feng and sun Shengnan.

Obviously, he is a vulgar martial artist. He pretends to be gentle. You can use your fist to solve the problem. It takes no brains!

When he was in yinghun mountain, Han Fei often looked at the blue sky and was eager to sit in a clean and tidy classroom, smell the fragrance of books and compete with his classmates to answer the teacher's questions.

Finally, he had the opportunity to study, but he entered such a nondescript major, which hurt Han Fei's eager heart. After much thought, Han Fei walked into Mu Zixing's office and put forward reasonable requirements for changing his major.

"Did I invite you to the martial arts department?" The brand-new Wisteria chair cost more than 100000 yuan, which is the most valuable furniture in my office. Beware of Han Fei breaking his chair. Mu Zixing smiled and motioned Han Fei to sit on the sofa and chat, asking amiably.

"No!"

"Did I promise you to enter the martial arts major at the beginning?"

"No!"

"Look! I didn't invite you, you do it yourself! I just refused, and then you didn't go. You defeated me and destroyed my chair and teapot. I reluctantly promised you to study martial arts! This shows that you are determined to enter the martial arts department, right? "

"--" Han Fei wanted to say no, but his face turned red and he couldn't say anything against his heart.

Han Fei was speechless, and Mu Zixing was more energetic.

"What do martial arts practitioners pay most attention to? sincerity! What's your name now? Before lunch, it's still an attitude that if you don't want me, I'll die and show you. After lunch, I want to go back and leave. How can I do such a thing? Is that what your master taught you? "

Han Fei's face flushed and his palms sweated. Looking at Mu Zixing, his lips trembled and couldn't speak.

He was cheap and chose to go to the Institute of physical education. What makes Han Fei more depressed is. He believed in bailishee and the prince, and even chose martial arts. He met an old demon like Mu Zixing. Hard work certainly won't work. Han Fei feels he needs to change his mind.

"But - we don't have a culture teacher in our major. How can I learn? If I want to learn kung fu, I won't come to the martial arts department! "

"Well! Promising! I look after you! " Mu Zixing drank a few mouthfuls of tea, moistened his throat, praised Han Fei, and then said, "since you want to study culture, I ask you, which high school did you graduate from?"

"I didn't go to high school! I haven't read a book! "

Han Fei blushed shyly. It's as embarrassing as a hen who can't lay eggs but occupies a chicken nest. This is Han Fei's pain.

"It is because I haven't read a book that I want to study cultural knowledge in college. Otherwise, how can I adapt to the current society? Can I break a big stone in my chest or guard the door for the rich? "

"Self motivated!" Mu Zixing smiled and nodded, "people who practice martial arts really can't have developed limbs and simple mind! Now, there are not many people like me who have culture and good Kung Fu. You are really lucky to meet me. "

"-" it's a little digressive! When Mu Zixing praised himself, his face was not red, his heart was not jumping, and he was so calm. It is estimated that Mu Zixing often does such shameless things.

"I'll ask you a few questions, and then you'll know that there's no difference between choosing the martial arts department and choosing other majors, and choosing the martial arts major is more suitable for you!" Mu Zixing put down the teacup. be good at giving systematic guidance.

Han Fei nodded and listened patiently. His mood was not as anxious as before.

"Did you come to college to learn knowledge and skills, or for a diploma?"

"Knowledge and skills!" Han Fei didn't even think about it and answered in the affirmative“ Diploma is not important. It's terrible to have no culture or knowledge. "

"Well! To be exact, if you choose the martial arts department, you can have both! And you choose other majors, you don't have time to learn the knowledge you want to learn, and you can't get a diploma! Can you pass CET-4? Can you pass the professor's tricky exams every final exam? Can you write a graduation thesis of tens of thousands of words? Can you reply... "

"No!" Han Fei sweated on his forehead and found that he was good for nothing. Although it's good to want to read. But whether you can read good books is another question.

"But I don't understand why I can have both in the martial arts department?"

"Good! Know how to ask questions, which shows that you are seriously thinking about this problem! " Mu Zixing crossed his legs and continued, "you don't know the University, so you have the childish idea of changing your major. Look at prissy and the prince, how quickly they adapt to the environment after they come! "

"--" Han Fei smiled bitterly and was speechless. Those two are game people. How can they compare?

"Our Martial Arts Department has just enrolled the first batch of students this year. There are few students. You can see that! It is a waste of educational resources for the school to arrange professors to come over for cultural courses! But you can't just see the disadvantages of not teaching. On the contrary, this is the most free place for our martial arts major. "

"Now you can go to any professor's class in any college with books. Listen to whoever you like. Which teacher are you dissatisfied with and leave directly with your things? Who can stop you? "

Han Fei's eyes lit up. Han Fei really didn't think about it. Without a timetable, can't you arrange it yourself? If you want to have class, practice Kung Fu or study without class. It's good to sleep every day!

"Four years of university is eight months of study and life in the eyes of many students. In normal schools like ours, if we memorize the final exam and get a pass score, college life will be over. When you go to other professors' classes, you will know how ridiculous your idea was! Even if the best professors have classes, one third of the students are sleeping or playing with mobile phones. In more classes, half of the students are spending time. Is this the class you want? "

"No!"

"Other students are studying for graduation certificates and have to take classes. They are even more dismissive of cultural knowledge. Our Martial Arts Department has no culture teacher, so there is no culture pressure. Isn't this most in line with your reality? Your Kung Fu is good, and your professional courses must be excellent. After four years of graduation, you can easily get a genuine diploma! At that time, it's not impossible for you to go to graduate school! "

Han Fei was persuaded by Mu Zixing. Indeed, what they need is a free way of learning, and what they care about is learning useful knowledge. In this school, only the martial arts department can give itself such a relaxed environment and learn whatever you want.

"I won't change it!" Han Fei really can't find a reason to change his major. If he comes, he will be at ease.

When he came to find Mu Zixing, Han Fei was excited; Now Han Fei stood up and bowed respectfully to thank him!

"Children can teach!" Mu Zixing was very satisfied with his educational effect. He waved his hand and said, "you're welcome! In the future, the professional courses of the martial arts department will be taught by you. I'm old and need more rest. "

"What?" Han Fei stared round and looked at Mu Zixing in amazement. "I'm a student. You should teach me professional courses."

"I can't beat you! Your martial brothers can't beat you! You don't teach professional courses, do you let me miss people's children? Those who practice martial arts should be broad-minded and don't stick to secular rites! " Mu Zixing smiled cunningly, patted his chest and said, "don't worry, I'll give you a class allowance!"

"But who taught me?" Han Fei was completely speechless and his brain was a little confused.

"Masters are lonely!" Mu Zixing stood up, looked at the white clouds floating outside the window and said thoughtfully, "the sky is your limit. Study hard!"

"--" Han Fei left dejected. Although he knew he had been fooled by Mu Zixing, he couldn't find any flaws to fight back.