"Sword, sword, sword, sword... Juggernaut?!" Baili Pangpang opened his mouth in shock, "You are the number one person on the human ceiling...'Sword'?"
Everyone present, except Jialan who looked bewildered, were all shocked beyond measure.
The teacher Zuo Qingkou mentioned that Ye Fan spent a lot of money to invite is actually a human ceiling and the top swordsman?!
Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how much Ye Fan paid to invite him...
"The human ceiling and so on are just what others call me. In fact, I don't like this name very much." Zhou Ping said seriously, "I prefer others to call me Sword Master."
Lin Qiye glanced at the mop in his hand and the clean warehouses around him, and couldn't help but ask: "Senior Sword Master, what about these hygiene..."
"I see your place is quite dirty, so I just cleaned it up last night." Zhou Ping seemed to have thought of something, picked up the mop in his hand, and seriously dragged up the last floor tile, "Wait a moment, I'll clean this last tile."
After the work is done, class can begin again."
Lin Qiye:......
"Senior Sword Master, just let us do this chore!" Lin Qiye stepped forward and wanted to take the mop from Zhou Ping's hand.
Let a Juggernaut clean them up?
Are you kidding?!
If Ye Fan knew about it, wouldn't he tear them apart?
"No, you can't clean it." Zhou Ping shook his head, "No matter what I do, I can't do it well. My only strengths are swords and cleaning. Just wait aside. I'll be fine soon..."
Seeing Zhou Ping's decisive refusal, Lin Qiye, who had half-stretched his hand, could only retract silently, walked to the side of everyone, and stared at the figure who was meticulously mopping the floor.
"Qiye... what is going on?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help but ask, "Let the Sword Master mop the floor for us, won't our lifespan be shortened?"
"...Don't be so superstitious."
Cao Yuan looked at his palms and nodded thoughtfully, "If you look carefully, the palms of Senior Sword Master are very rough. He must have been practicing swordsmanship frequently."
On the side, An Qingyu pushed up his glasses with a strange expression, "The palms are indeed rough, but the problem is that both of his hands are like this, and judging from the details, it should not be held with a sword, but rather like...
"
At this moment, Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask:
"Senior Sword Master, do you usually work often?"
Zhou Ping, who was mopping the floor, didn't even raise his head. He focused on mopping the last stain and sighed.
"This is my job."
Is this the job?
Lin Qiye was stunned.
"Your job is..."
"Waiter." Zhou Ping said calmly, "I work as a waiter in the restaurant owned by my third uncle. My daily job is to clean and wash dishes."
Lin Qiye:???
"Your third uncle's restaurant? Waiter?" Baili Pangpang repeated in disbelief.
"Sanjiu Local Cuisine Restaurant is on Changxiang Road in Xijin. If you go to eat there, if you tell me your name... you can get a 50% discount."
"..."
Lin Qiye and others looked at each other with absurd expressions on their faces.
Juggernaut's job is as a waiter? Is the world crazy or are they crazy?
Are the dishes in Sanjiu's local restaurant made from the mysterious meat of "Klein"?
"Then, can I ask...what price did Commander Ye pay to invite you here?" Lin Qiye asked.
"Oh, because if I want to come to teach you, I have to take leave, but if I leave, there will be no waiter in the store, so..." Zhou Ping paused, "He should be completing the work for me now."
Lin Qiye and others were stunned.
…
Xijin City.
Sanjiu local cuisine restaurant.
Ye Fan was standing in the cramped kitchen wearing an apron, with the sleeves of his hands lifted up, and he was rubbing the plate in his hands desperately, his face was ashen.
"Third uncle, give us a plate of fried tomatoes!"
"Third uncle, I heard that our restaurant is ranked number one in Xijin gourmet rankings? Can't you give me some extra dishes today?"
"Hey, third uncle, you cut the meat very finely. Have you become good at cutting skills recently?"
"..."
In the small store, a few customers were eating and joking with the store owner.
The third uncle greeted the diners with a smile, and walked into the back kitchen with a steaming cup of veteran cadre tea.
He saw Ye Fan who was struggling to wash the dishes, smacked his lips, and said, "Um, Xiao Fan is the new one, right? Your speed of washing the dishes is far behind our Xiaoping. If you keep doing this,
I’m going to have my salary deducted.”
Ye Fan's expression froze, he washed the plate a little harder, and murmured to himself through gritted teeth.
"Those bastards, if they don't learn anything this time, I will break their legs when I get back..."
…
storehouse.
After finally mopping the last floor tile, Zhou Ping put away all the cleaning tools, rolled down the sleeves of his arms, and walked to the center of the open space.
In front of him, Lin Qiye and the other five people were sitting neatly on small horses, with their backs straight, ready for class.
"If you are ready, today's class will begin." Zhou Ping said slowly.
"We are ready, Senior Sword Master!" Baili Pangpang said excitedly.
This person is the ceiling among human beings. The Sword Master teaches in person. Few people in the entire Great Xia can enjoy this treatment. Now they have the opportunity to sit here and listen to the lectures. Commander Ye bought it for them with his body!
If they don't study hard, how can they have the nerve to go back and face Commander Ye?
Zhou Ping nodded, pointed to the cardboard box placed in the corner, and said to everyone: "The textbooks for your class are in there, take them all out."
Lin Qiye and others' eyes lit up.
As expected of a sword master teaching, even the teaching materials for class are prepared.
They quickly ran to the carton and moved it over. The carton was very heavy and contained at least forty or fifty books. Lin Qiye opened the carton and saw the book on the top. She suddenly froze.
In place.
""The Sword of the Third Young Master"?" Baili Pangpang saw the title of the book, and doubts appeared in his eyes, "Is this a sword manual?"
He picked up the book and looked at the next book.
""Tianya Mingyue Sword"? Well, it should be this sword manual."
""Dragon"?"
""The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Slaying"?"
""Swordsman"?"
""The Legend of Zhen Huan"?!!!" Baili Pangpang looked at the book in his hand with a look of confusion in his eyes.
Zhou Ping snatched "The Legend of Zhen Huan" quickly and silently carried it behind his back, "I misplaced it, this is not..."