Wu Cang looked back at Lian Ye: "Do you want to change it?"
"I won't change either." Lian Ye hugged his heavy sword tightly with a firm look on his face.
“Assistant Professor Liang, we won’t change it anymore.”
Wu Cang felt a little sad, but mostly relieved.
“He and I both have wishes that we want to realize, but we have no wishes that we want to make.”
Liang De asked curiously: "Why? Haven't you already made up your mind to make the lion open its mouth?"
“Assistant Liang, don’t tell me what’s going on in your heart, Lianye and I respect you very much, right?”
"right."
Liang De agreed: "You are very polite and much more sensible than the college students in my hometown."
“But Assistant Teacher Liang, you have never respected us, and Assistant Teacher Sun and Assistant Mu. The disrespect we feel from you is not much different from the disrespect we feel from those school bullies.
"You just haven't hit us yet. If it is necessary, you won't hesitate for half a minute."
Wu Cang said: "You never wanted our friendship.
“Just now we puffed up our chests, said we had no wishes, said we didn’t need your charity, and tried our best to show what little backbone we had.
“As for you, you smile at each other, as if you regard us as some kind of object that can be graded.
“What have we done to deserve you disrespecting us so much?”
“Uh… Junior, don’t be so serious. We are just meeting each other by chance. I’m a little embarrassed that you talked about it in such depth.”
Liang De grabbed two packs of crispy corns from Mu Yigui and handed them to Wu Cang and Lian Ye.
“It’s so easy to forget all the grudges and let them go.”
Wu Cang tore open the package, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth. The chewed puffed potato wedges pierced the tender roof of his mouth, giving him a taste of blood.
“I know that Jie Yuan travelers have traveled to all realms on both sides of the Taiwan Strait and met countless people. You don’t need friends like me at all.
“Assistant Liang, we come to the Global Elite Center to learn kung fu to be respected by others, not to look down on others.
“Why did you become Jie Yuan Walker? Is it to look down on everyone and disrespect everyone?
“Is it true that only great people deserve respect, and ordinary people, or people who are not as good as you, don’t deserve respect?
“Assistant Professor Liang, can you tell me?”
The four work-study students all focused their attention. Mr. Liang, who was ordered by his teacher to play the villain, felt that his face was really a little dark.
He has a very deep and profound sense of bad taste, and he also feels that he can grasp the scale of jokes.
When he took over the task of playing blackface from Chang Duanxuan, he did not refuse because this was his comfort zone and he was very good at playing it.
But when faced with Wu Cang's questioning, Liang De suddenly felt guilty.
Is this kind of guilty conscience just useless thoughts? Can you have a clear conscience after being ordered to act?
Can a person disrespect others for the sake of a task assigned by a superior or some lofty belief?
What does it take for a person to be respected?
Isn’t an ordinary person worthy of respect?
Du Gongtai is bullshit. What about Jie Yuanxing? What about me? What do I rely on? How far am I from Du Gongtai?
Where did I drift to?
Liang De looked at the four junior students in front of him, thinking about it, but in short he felt that something was wrong with him.
“Well...let me apologize to everyone first.”
He recalled the postures of some Sakurajima politicians and entrepreneurs. He was about to bow and apologize, but someone held his shoulder.
“The teaching is not strict and the teacher is lazy. I asked him to pretend to be a bad person to test you. I should do this.”
Chang Duanxuan suddenly appeared, pulling Liang behind him, and walked up to the four work-study students.
He put his hands close to the blue cloth coat and bowed sincerely to the four young people in front of him.
“I am Chang Duanxuan, who holds the position of master of the ancient boxing technique of the Eastern Kingdom. Our sect has experienced frost and snow, and its talents have withered. We are planning to open a large gate to recruit talented people from all walks of life. Although our sect is..."
Mom...
Hearing Chang Duanxuan's unhurried speaking speed, Liang De felt bitter in his heart.
I am afraid that the old man should start from the glorious history and fine traditions of the ancient boxing skills of the Eastern Kingdom. It is difficult to end without talking about the souls of the ancestors of the past generations.
I have heard these ghost things so many times. I would rather listen to the story of Xia Kexing than this!
Fortunately, someone listened more than him!
Sun Xunqiao was bored while holding a casserole. When he heard Chang Duanxuan start singing, he immediately jumped out and interrupted the old man's tirade.
“Master, please stop saying a few words. I have said this so many times. I can just send the video to them when the time comes.
“You four, look at me. I’ll tell you on behalf of the leader. Those were tests before. Your performance was pretty good. Now I have such an opportunity for you.
“Registered disciples of Dongguo Ancient Boxing are responsible for food and housing, and are taught superior martial arts. The probation period is indefinite, and no salary is paid except for subsidies for work-study students.
“You can come or not, come if you do, forget it if you don’t come, just be more relaxed, my pot of white fungus, lotus seeds and snow pear soup is not ready yet.”
The four workers and students nodded hurriedly, stepped forward and shook hands with Chang Duanxuan one by one.
Chang Duanxuan shook hands with Gongdusi, while turning sideways and nodding at Sun Xunqiao three times with kind eyes.
“Xunqiao, come to my room at three o’clock tonight, and I will personally teach you the Bone-Transforming Cotton Palm.”
“Master Huagu Mianzhang, didn’t you teach me before?”
Chang Duanxuan smiled and said: "It's different. I will teach you personally this time, and the effect will definitely be different from the past."
“Oh…then let me set a biological clock.”
…
The next day, the training room of the underground training center of the Dongguo Ancient Boxing Department.
Liang De changed into black training clothes and stood side by side with Mu Yigui in front of four work-study students.
"Still according to the previous grouping, you will go to receive training from Assistant Mu overnight. Jian Xuan and Wu Cang will follow me. Where are you Feng Lielie...Assistant Sun is not feeling well today, so you should practice with me first."
“Okay!” the four of them replied in unison.
The arrangements were made, Mu Yigui took Lian Ye to the lounge to sleep together, and Liang De took the other three to Chang Duanxuan's teahouse to sit down.
Mr. Liang poured a cup of Matcha Puti for each of them and said:
“Our ancient Eastern Boxing School has a long history and a wealth of unique knowledge. We can learn any type of martial arts you want. We are not in a hurry to start practicing this morning. You can think about what you want to do with your martial arts first.”
Jian Xuan was the first to raise his hand:
“Assistant Liang, I want to make a lot of money with martial arts and go to many places.”
“Be a little more specific.”
Jian Xuan raised his right hand into a fist and said:
“I want to go to Jiazhou to eat stilts beef!”
“It’s not this specific...”
Liang De motioned her to put her hands down and said:
“Well, Xiao Hei, how do you plan to make money with martial arts? Do you know which line of work is the most profitable?”
Jian Xuan raised his fist again:
“Assistant teacher, I heard from my senior sister that black boxing is very profitable!”
Liang De smiled and turned away from her, and said to Wu Cang with a stiff face:
“Xiao Hong, let’s talk about what you want to do with martial arts.”