"This broken school has a good wall, and it's not like cement to bury glass residue on it. It's so fucking."

The three brothers walked under the wall outside the school. At first glance, they cursed MMP in their hearts.

"Don't you climb walls often?" Erqin complained, "Why are you waxing this time?"

"Who knows?"

Bai Jie looked depressed, and his ambition was rebuilt by Goudan, returning to the dust in a blink of an eye, but he did not show weakness in his mouth.

"The same is true for the wall of No. 3 Middle School, but there is a section of cement on the wall that is dry and cracked, and the bricks are not stuck. You can remove them by just pulling them."

As he said that, he stared at the glass scum on the wall with annoyance, and suddenly, he laughed at a loss: "Oh, look..."

I saw a small piece on the wall, more than one meter, with cement lumps and cracks on both sides, standing floating on the top of the wall.

"The world is as black as crows. These handfuls must be cutting corners. There is less cement and more soil. When they are dry, they will crack like soil." Goudan smiled grinning.

"I care about so much, let's talk about it first. Who squatted down and let me step on it?"

Bai Jie was eager to try, as if he had passed this wall, he was the eldest brother on the road in Taigu.

...

Yang Fansheng has been very busy and relieved recently.

The school, which he devoted all his efforts, was booming, and the teaching resources and school environment were greatly improved in a short period of time.

Instructing Chen Lianwei's boxing skills and teaching Zhang Shang to practice martial arts, he became more and more rigorous.

Chen Lianwei understood this severity, but Zhang Shang didn't know it, which made Yang Fan feel uneasy.

People in the new era are spoiled, have strong self-awareness, are restless and less wise, and fewer dare to use the previous methods of teaching apprenticeship.

In the old era, martial artists taught their disciples and were known for their severity.

The relationship between master and apprentice cannot be too good, otherwise you will not dare to teach in depth, and you will not be willing to let your disciple suffer or work hard, and your level will not be improved, and you will not be able to stand your inheritance.

But if the apprentice is strict, it may not be able to withstand it, and it will put the master-apprentice relationship in danger...

To this day, Yang Fansheng can't not know that Zhang Shang is extraordinary. Only this ability to make money can make people look up to it.

In just a few months, Chen Lianwei said that Zhang Shang took 200,000 yuan as easy as eating and drinking water.

Thinking of his worries, Yang Fansheng held a broom in his hand and wandered around the school wall, just like a lion patrolling his own territory, and sweeping the place where it is unclear.

"Ding..." First, the sound of the glass slag falling to the ground, Yang Fansheng looked back when he heard the sound.

After a while.

"Dong..." The heavy object hit the ground, and Yang Fansheng walked backwards.

As soon as the three brothers jumped off the wall, they saw a black-haired old man looking at them, his eyes still moving.

"You fucking look..." Bai Jie was a little crazy. He felt uncomfortable being stared at the ground, so he opened his mouth and scolded him.

Before he finished speaking, Goudan kicked him in the butt, and the second kiss hit him hard on the back of the head.

"You fucking respect the old man!" said the two of them.

That day, the confrontation was held at the stadium, and both Erxian and Goudan were there. They saw Yang Fansheng raise his hand to suppress Genzi.

Compared with them, Genzi's physique is not a match for two, and he is holding a knife in his hand.

At this moment, they saw Yang Fansheng's hands and feet trembled. They thought that the three of them could only hold on to each other.

Bai Jie was stunned by the fuck, his mind was not enough, and he was down.

Goudan smiled flatteringly and quickly explained: "That... Principal Yang, we have no malice this time. I heard that there are famous teachers and apprentices in the Wenwu School. You have high seniority and we are not qualified. I won't bother you anymore. The guardian at the door did not allow him to enter, so we climbed the wall. We mainly wanted to find Chen Lianwei and be his apprentice..."

"Yes, yes..." Erqin quickly helped, full of sincerity.

Yang Fansheng didn't say anything, but stared at the three of them.

Until the three brothers looked down and covered their faces, shrugged, smiled flatteringly, and were embarrassed...

If you want to retreat, there is a wall behind you.

I want to leave, but I am afraid that others will deal with you, so I stand there and dare not move.

a long time.

"The first floor of the teaching building, the practice room."

After saying it lightly, Yang Fansheng turned around and left, like a hard-working sanitation worker, not to be happy with him, so he cleaned up a few times.

Everyone turned around, but the three brothers didn't dare to move, and they watched them disappear into sight before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Who are these? Looks like you two are scared and your courage is fucking."

In fact, Bai Jie is not very afraid of Yang Fansheng, and he is afraid of being strong at the age of fists. I, a young man, can’t deal with you, an old guy?

He was influenced by the atmosphere. Seeing that Goudan and Erlian were nervous and afraid, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"How many do you know?" Erren replied with a Gua Bang, and said loudly: "Who did Sun Erxiao fight with on the day of the confrontation in the stadium?"

"Aren't you a trainer?"

"Taigu Lian's son walked all over the ground and went to the sea. Who has the ability to raise his arms and scream and gather hundreds of people?"

"How could I know..." Bai Jie said aggrievedly.

"It's the Principal Yang in front of you!" Erren said with a little rapid breathing: "If you have this influence, Sun Erxiao will do some tricks and raise his hand to crush him."

"..." Bai Jie didn't dare to speak anymore.

After thinking about it, the three brothers shook their heads and sighed. When will they be as awesome as others...

"Let's go, let's go to Chen Lianwei." The second brother curled his lips and prepared to leave side by side with the brothers.

"Wait." Goudan suddenly shouted.

"If we worship Chen Lianwei as our master, then we will be Yang Fansheng's disciple. He is the principal, and there is that...what is that word called..."

After scratching my ears and heads, Goudan finally smiled.

He pointed to the glass slag in front of him and said, "Quality, yes, we need to have quality. I didn't see if others sweeping the floor. We have to sweep these slags and cement lumps to give people a good impression. We are quality gangsters..."

Goudan laughed more and more, and she felt excited and ready to find a new world.

Regardless of whether the brothers understood it or not, there was a trash can in the distance, so I started to do it.

Erqin and Bai Jie also helped me. I yearn for the word "quality". I listened to the teacher a lot when I was in school, but I always seemed to understand...

The three brothers cleaned up the land they had ruined and only gave up after they liked it.

Looking at each other, you feel refreshed.

Walking...

Yang Fansheng had already left, but suddenly thought of something and walked back.

The three gangsters dirty the floor and had to go back and sweep it. The rest of the place was clean, and it was dirty here and the spirit was not smooth.

result.

Looking at this land quietly, as clean as before.

Yang Fansheng looked at him for a long time, suddenly smiled, put his hands behind his waist, straightened his waist, and turned around and left.

In a good mood...

Chen Lianwei's life is basically three points and one line, substitute classes in the playground, practice room, and eating and sleeping in the dormitory.

Yang Fansheng taught several national champions, and had in-depth research on gymnastics, Xingyiquan, and fighting Sanda, which benefited Chen Lianwei a lot.

Although he knows how to practice boxing and has his own skills, he has not received systematic training.

"Who?" shouted in a deep voice.

When practicing boxing, it ultimately boils down to two words, which is "sensitive".

Sensitive to one's own body, to the external environment, to hostility, to human hearts, to matters and reason...

Three sneaky figures outside the window were lying under the window. Bai Jie only glanced carefully and heard the loud shouts in the room.

"Damn...so amazing?"

The three brothers were a little confused. Could it be that Chen Lianwei's eyes were facing backwards?

"superior."

After being discovered, the three brothers looked at each other, gritted their teeth, walked in shoulder to shoulder, and shouted in unison: "Master, please accept us..."

Bai Jie and Erqin were directly on all sides.

But Goudan is different from them. He said it well when he came, and everyone knelt down together.

But he bent down 180 degrees, trying to hit the ground, and made a sound...

But there is always a little gap between ideals and reality...

Goudan was so embarrassed that he found that he couldn't hold it down... His legs were not bent, his body stood up straight, bent at 180 degrees, his head was facing down, and he could touch the ground. That was really a technical job.

Not to mention the unyielding legs, even if you squat down and want to hit the ground with your heart, it is not something that ordinary people can do.
To be continued...