Chapter 204

For some people, base is endless.

For some, the sword is endless.

Chiba army is the first swordsman in the eastern ocean, and it's a master who makes people look up to the top of the mountain. However, he still has his own pursuit and goal.

What he is learning now is swordsmanship. One day, he will be able to gain the supreme sword skill.

This is his life, the meaning of living.

Chiba is good at stopping his sword. He turns his head and looks at the Chiba army. There is worship and doubt in his eyes.

"My father, why do you come to China to practice swords?" A girl's voice came from behind.

Chiba has just bathed in a traditional Japanese kimono decorated with cherry blossom patterns. With clogs on his feet, he showed ten beautiful and lovely toes.

Wet hair shawl, soft eyes, with a charming smile on the face.

This is a traditional oriental woman, docile and humble, as if she will never disobey her husband.

After Qianye military department brought a pair of children to China, they arranged their sources respectively. Chiba Xun went to Zhuque middle school to learn and communicate, while Haowu Chiba made a hard search for swordsmanship under his personal guidance.

The lives of the two brothers and sisters are very different.

Chiba's army is very fond of Chiba Xun. Looking at her, she said, "hurry and dry your hair."

Chiba Xun didn't answer, saying, "my father, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Because, in Dongyang, I'm invincible." Said Chiba. "If you don't advance, you will go back. Everyone knows that. However, the pursuit of Kendo must go against the current. A worthy opponent can save you three or five months. An opponent who defeats you can improve your level for three or five years - "

" your father means, will you meet an opponent in China? " Asked Chiba sensitively.

Chiba's army came to Chiba Xun and held out his fingers to help his daughter with her hair. With a gentle smile, he said, "even if you don't want to admit it. However, with thousands of years of savings in China, hermits and heroes are the majority, and experts are like clouds - there should be respected opponents. "

Chiba Xun looks at her father's side face and says, "my father, if you really meet a worthy opponent, will you die?"

"Dead?" Chiba's army thought about it seriously, and said, "I will die in the morning."

"No." Chiba said stubbornly, "I don't want you to die."

"Then I will not die." Chiba army nodded seriously, like a promise.

Chiba smoked Jiao smile, said: "father, then I go back to sleep. There will be morning classes tomorrow. "

Another look at Chiba Haowu, said: "brother, you have to practice well."

Chiba nodded his head, still stabbing intently.

One sword after another.

GA -

the gate was pushed open. A man in black came in.

Short, emaciated, with his head hidden in his hood to see what he looked like.

Seeing the Chiba army standing in the yard, the man came over and bowed and said, "master."

"You're hurt." Said Chiba.

"Yes." The man replied honestly. No matter how well he pretended, his face and body were not stained with blood, he could not deceive his master.

"There is a fire in your throat. Let your teacher's mother prescribe a medicine for you." Said Chiba. "Who can hurt you?"

"Master -"

"who can hurt you?"

"Fang Yan." The man in black replied.

Chiba suddenly turned around and said, "Qingyin, you went to find Fang Yan?"

Qing Yin, the eldest disciple of Chiba army.

Originally, he was born into a ninja. He failed to assassinate Chiba's army and was overwhelmed by his swordsmanship. Therefore, he was willing to become a disciple's servant.

Chiba returned from a serious injury in China because of a conflict with a Chinese teacher. After Qing Yin came to China, he immediately secretly searched for Fang Yan's information, and followed him all the way, choosing KTV box, which is very limited in the venue.

"It's said that he defeated Chiba Haowu. I want to test his depth -"

"by the way, I helped Chiba Haowu get revenge?"

"Master punished me." The man apologized in a low voice.

Because this bow movement is too big, once again involved in the chest injury.

A dull hum, open mouth again spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chiba's army glanced and asked, "what did he hurt you with?"

"Fist."

"Did your fist touch you?"

"No." Qingyin replied.

Then the Chiba army came to Chiba Haowu and said, "you always ask me when this fencing action will end."

"Yes, my father -"

the thousand leaves army went to the side of the locust tree, pointed to its solid trunk, and said: "break it down.""My father, my Lord" -- Chiba's Ministry of military was shocked. The blade is not allowed to touch the trunk, just to stab directly through the air - how can the trunk be broken down?

Water drips through the stone, at least let the water drips on the stone, isn't it?

"He can do it." The thousand leaves Army Department knows the idea of thousand leaves' good martial arts and says aloud.

"Fang Yan?" Asked Chiba.

"Yes.

"How strong is he?" Asked Chiba.

"Better than you think." Said Chiba. "I hurt Chiba and Qingyin - this young man is really expected."

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at the end of two Chinese classes in the morning, Fang Yan walked back to the office with his textbook.

It was found that there was a gap in the middle of the page. Fang Yan opened the gap and found a folded paper crane lying there again.

"Mr. Fang Yan, you are more and more handsome. I love you. "

It is still a row of beautiful small characters, but it does not belong to any of the students in the class.

Because Fang Yan is good at calligraphy, he can memorize every student's handwriting. As long as you see the font, you know who wrote it. It's very accurate and never missed.

"Who is it?" Fang Yan is full of doubts.

Fang Yan doesn't exclude others' likes. Being liked by others is a matter of joy and pride. What he worries about is that it will affect this girl's academic performance.

Without success, the cell phone on the desk suddenly rings.

Fang Yan presses the answer button, and it turns out that principal Zhang Shaofeng called in person.

"Principal Zhang, what can I do for you?" Fang Yan asked.

"Teacher Fang Yan, are you in the office or outside?" Asked Zhang Shaofeng.

"Headmaster, I just finished my class. Now I'm in the office." Fang Yan said.

"Come to my office. I have something to discuss with you."

"OK, I'll be right there."

In the headmaster's office, Zhang Shaofeng warmly invited Fang Yan to sit down and personally ran to make a cup of tea for Fang Yan.

Fang Yan held the teacup with a smile and said, "president Zhang, what are you doing? This kind of thing should be done for you by our subordinates. How can old leaders do these things for us? "

Zhang Shaofeng waved and said, "Fang Yan, there are two problems in your words. Do you know what the two questions are? "

"I don't know that." Fang Yan said with a smile. "What can the principal tell you?"

"First, I am not an old leader. It's only your grandfather, Mr. Lu Lao, who can be called the leader of Zhuque. Who in the field of education doesn't regard Mr. Lu as an idol? "

"President Zhang is too modest. You are also our old leader. " Fang Yan said. Although he knew that Zhang Shaofeng was trying to get along with him, he was still very excited to hear others praise his grandfather and regard him as a life idol. That's why you wear everything but flattery.

"Second, who stipulates that subordinates must make tea for their superiors? Can't the principal make a cup of tea for the teacher? Everyone can sit in the position of headmaster, but not everyone can do a good job as a teacher. Otherwise, how can there be a difference between a famous teacher and a mediocre teacher? "

"So you teachers are the kuibao of our school and the core strength of our Zhuque. We old folks can't do anything else. It's OK to do logistics for you, isn't it? "

"The principal is too modest." Fang Yan said with a smile. If Lu Chaoge didn't buy Zhuque, if he was not closely related to Lu Chaoge, I'm afraid that kuibao and core power would still have to pour tea for the old leaders, right?

This is a class that exists in obscurity. Many people don't want to admit it, but it does exist. It will last for thousands of years, and it will continue.

"Is teacher Fang's work going well?" Zhang Shaofeng asked kindly.

"Very good." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I like the job of teacher very much."

"Well. You are a talent. I have been thinking about putting more burden on you - young people, how can we do without more exercise? However, Lu Xuedong is very protective to you, saying that it's time for you to concentrate on your work. If she said that, what else can I say? "

"This is also the principal's love for me." Fang Yan said, more confused. What does the old fox want to do?

"It is. Recently, more and more parents have come to see me, and my mobile phone is busy. There are many big people I want to meet who are very difficult to meet before - I thought that my old man is getting older and more attractive. " Zhang Shaofeng finally got into the main topic and said jokingly: "in fact, they are here to find you."

"Look for me?" Fang Yan asked strangely."Poor parents. No matter the senior officials or the rich, no matter how much wealth their parents have, but in their hearts, the education of their children is still the most important - they have a common purpose to find me and want to transfer their children to your class 9. "

"------" Fang Yan does not speak, not without words, but in his heart. Love itself has become a celebrity in Huacheng education. In two years, I think it's almost the same as Grandpa?

"It's obviously impossible to transfer all of them to class nine." Said Zhang Shaofeng. "Students with money and power can't be transferred if they have no money and power? We can't do that. "

"Yes." Fang Yan nodded with great firmness. "It must not be done. Be fair and just. If we plant unfair and unfair seeds in students' hearts in this matter, students will go to the society in the future, and this seed may also take root and sprout and bear bad consequences - "

" that's what I think Zhang Shaofeng said with a smile, "so I came to ask you for help."

"What can I do?" Fang Yan asked.

"Big class." Said Zhang Shaofeng. "Give the whole freshman a big Chinese lesson."