Chapter 1

The cool wind is bleak and the atmosphere is solemn.

In the classical and solemn Fangjia performing martial arts hall, the two groups stand against each other.

A young girl in a strong black dress stood in the middle of the hall, holding her proud head high, glancing coldly at a group of men, women, old and young people in front of her, and said, "what about Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan fight. "

"The child is dressing and coming out soon." A middle-aged man with elegant face said in a voice, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the girl's aggressive attitude in front of him was very unpleasant.

He is Fang Yixing, a descendant of Fang's Taiji. Because he likes poetry and painting, the whole person seems to have no Jianghu heroism of martial arts practitioners, but a bit of gentle and elegant taste of a master of Chinese culture.

Leaf gentle sneer, say: "comb dress?"? Are you afraid to come out

"Too much to deceive." Fang Yixing's face was embarrassed, but he failed to inherit the martial nature of Fang's ancestors, and the researcher could not scold the girl to death. He was very sad to be choked in the chest.

"Brother Fang Yan will be out soon. He will show you." A little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain waved his fist hard, and said in a vicious voice.

The little guy's voice just dropped, and a group of people laughed.

"When can Fang Yan beat the leaf tenderly? Each year, the two Ye Fang families compare, turning to their wives from Yixing ten years ago, and saying, "call Fang Yan out to me. The men of our Fang family would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation."

"Master, it's not good, it's not good --" a young disciple came running with a face full of color.

"What's wrong? Have something to say. " Fang Yixing didn't like his family and servants to be flustered or calm.

"Young master has run away. The young master has run away. " The little disciple said with a sad face.

"Gone?" Fang Yixing's face jerked. "What happened? Where are you? "

"I don't know." Said the little disciple. "The young master left a letter."

"Open it."

"Not for the master, but for Miss Ye."

Fang Yixing felt that his whole life was a little bad. Is this son born?

"Cowards." Leaf gentle Leng after a while, sneer. "Give me the letter."

The little disciple did not dare to disobey the violent girl's words, and quickly handed the letter in his hand.

Ye gently opened the letter paper and found that there was only a doggerel like message: stinky woman, good man doesn't fight with women, good dog doesn't block the way. I'm gone, I'll never see you again!!!

"Fang Yan."

Ye's eyes are full of murderous air. When he rubs his palms together, the plain letter turns into a blue smoke.

"If you escape to the ends of the earth, I will defeat you."

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Zhuque middle school. The best private high school in Huacheng.

Fang Yan stood at the gate of the school, watching the young girls in white shirts, plaid skirts, chirping and jumping all over the body, full of youthful atmosphere, passing by him. She took a deep breath of fragrant air and said to herself with intoxication: "I firmly believe that the students' girls in white translucent shirts are the most attractive The goddess of feeling. "

"It's better to sneak away than to be beaten every year." Fang Yan's handsome face showed a ferocious look: "Ye gentle, you are a dead woman. I'm afraid you will never think that I will come to school to be a teacher, right? Want to hit me? no way. Am I a poor, cowardly, undignified man who can be beaten at will? "

After asking this question, which does not need anyone to answer, Fang Yan is inexplicably sad.

At least - every year to give ye gentle that savage woman beat. It's the same as cat eating fish and dog eating meat. Altman wants to beat little monsters. That's the rule.

After finishing the neckline of the white shirt, I felt a black frame glasses from the left pocket and put them on. I felt a small mirror from the right pocket and looked at my facial features and hair style to make sure there was no unknown object in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't help but praise: "a good-looking person."

A fat middle-aged man trotted over, passed Fang Yan's side, and came back quickly like a ball. He looked at Fang Yan doubtfully and asked, "are you Fang Yan's teacher?"

"I am." Fang Yan nods.

"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing has an incredible face. Didn't he come to pick up a new teacher? Why is it such a young guy who is a little over the top?

How embarrassed would he be if he stood on the platform and gave lectures to the students who were slightly old-fashioned?

"You are older than the teacher." Will this sentence become the most vicious language attack in Zhuque middle school?

"If it's a fake one." Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I'm Zheng Jing, director of the principal's office." Zheng Jing once again looked at Fang Yan from top to bottom. After ruling out the possibility that it was a prank, he raised his heavy head and said, "principal, please."Vice president's office.

Fang Yan looks at the bright, broad and elegant office, and decides two things: first, Zhuque middle school is very rich, and teachers' welfare is very good. Second, the vice president in charge of personnel is a woman.

In the absence of the vice principal, the fat man 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, the tea fragrance dissipated, and the vice principal who wanted to see him disappeared.

He got up and stretched, then walked around the office and looked around.

Soon, his eyes were attracted by a tall vase in the corner.

The streamlined yugali head and tail echo the cloud night, and the colorful yellow Fulang is decorated with the lazy echelon state, which looks very beautiful.

"Up the ladder?" Fang Yan has a sense of instant amazement. I didn't expect to see such a difficult flower arrangement as "climbing the ladder".

He squatted down to enjoy it carefully, then shook his head gently: "the fire is not enough."

Want to turn around to leave, but stopped again.

I hesitated again and again. Finally, I couldn't help but pick up the scissors on the windowsill and trim them.

Opening and closing in a big way, the means are ruthless, it seems like there is a hatred with this pot of flower art.

Bang!

Lu Chaoge pushes open the office door and sees a strange man squatting in the corner of the wall, waving scissors to destroy his favorite flower arrangement.

She had the feeling of fainting with blood pouring up. She was pale and her eyes were wide open. She cried out in a hurry, "what are you doing?"

Fang Yan was absorbed in his work and devoted himself to the work in his hand. When he heard the explosion, he replied, "No."

PS: no matter what you think, I want to die for you