"Why did you kneel to him?" After finishing the report and separated from the master, Tang Tang finally asked angrily when seeing no one around.
Recalling the process of being forced to kneel before the master, Tang Tang felt extremely humiliated, perhaps due to the influence of the memory videos.
Although Tang San was the one who forced her to kneel down, the six years of intimacy made her throw all her disgust and resentment on the master. At this moment, facing Tang San, she only felt that his apprenticeship was not worth it.
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Tang San was stunned for a moment, still not understanding where Tang Tang's anger came from, but he still said patiently: "Tang Tang, once a teacher, always a father. Since I have decided to become a teacher, I will definitely respect the teacher."
"Kneeling is limited to heaven, earth and parents! All you need to do to become a disciple is bow. No matter how knowledgeable he is, we are all equal!"
"When you kneel down on him, where do you put your father? Where do you put your brother and your own personality?"
The more Tang Tang spoke, the angrier he became. His words became louder and louder. His hands dropped to his sides and clenched tightly into fists. His face turned red and he gritted his teeth. However, there was a pool of tears quietly gathering in his eyes. He stared at Tang San closely.
"Who told me that respecting a teacher should be so formal? If the teacher is a bad person, would you still respect him so much and kneel to him?!"
Tang San was speechless.
He had grown up as an orphan in the Tang Clan. He had already been domesticated by the Tang Clan. Those who had the means to die should be killed. Seniors and elders must not disobey, they must not pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and those who transgress must be punished. These rules have long been ingrained in the bones of his bones.
Tang San's silence and retreat were like cotton, leaving Tang Tang powerless. Looking at his brother's confused eyes, the fire in Tang Tang's heart was extinguished instantly.
"Brother," Tang Tang looked at Tang San's lowered face, with a hint of crying in his soft voice, "No one is absolutely right, people will make mistakes. We can respect the teacher, love the teacher, and help the teacher, but this is not
At the cost of our own personal dignity, future, and lives."
"You also heard when we reported before, Director Su said that the teacher's theoretical research is just theory and not supported by any actual data."
"So, brother, your future is the teacher's best experimental data - if the teacher's theory is correct, it's okay, brother, you will naturally soar to the sky, but if the teacher's theory is wrong and flawed, brother, your end will be different.
How much better could it be?"
"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."
Tang Tang's words were so shocking that Tang San lowered his head deeply, finally realizing that he had fallen into natural thinking.
He was misled by the teacher's calm and confident attitude. He was able to judge that he was a twin martial soul because the teacher had done a lot of research and research. However, the "Ten Core Competencies Theory" proposed by the teacher himself had no actual data.
Support, blind listening will only destroy your future. It seems that he also needs to study and understand the specific content of the teacher's theory in detail.
However, the apprenticeship has been decided, and it is too late to regret now. Looking at the bright side, the master can be said to be the greatest strength they can borrow at the moment. After becoming the apprentice, his and Tang Tang's lives are equivalent to entering the fast lane.
There is still a difference between direct disciples and ordinary students.
But... for things like being an experimental subject, you are enough. If the teacher wants to collect data on my sister...
Tang San lowered his eyes, covering up the dark light under his eyes. The disciples of the Tang Sect were full of tricks.
"Brother, did you listen?" The emotional peak has passed, and now Tang Tang's whole body is sore due to exerting too much force. Seeing Tang San lowering his head and showing no reaction, Tang Tang also felt weak for a while.
Growing up together, Tang Tang knew that Tang San's thoughts were very mature, but his thoughts would always be particularly distorted and closed when encountering certain special situations. Tang Tang had to change things for him from time to time.
"Well, brother is listening, brother will pay attention, Tangtang, don't worry." Tang San raised his head and showed a faint smile, his face expressionless, but Tang Tang knew that he had taken what she said to heart.
He looked at Tang Tang, who was slightly exhausted after the emotional outburst, and naturally reached out to take several bags of luggage from her hand.
"Let's go, let's find the dormitory."
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Seven houses.
The two of them stood at the door of the dormitory, looking in.
The dormitory is very spacious, nearly 300 square meters, but there are only fifty beds. Only 11 of them have bedding on them, and there are no cabinets or anything like that. At this time, there are seven or eight people inside.
Children are playing.
"Hello, is this a dormitory for work-study students?" Tang Tang poked his head open and greeted in a friendly manner after pushing open the old wooden door.
Several children in the room immediately looked towards the door, focusing on the two of them. The chubby boy in the head looked at the two men who were covered in patches, and walked over.
"Are you the new work-study students this year?" The little fat man stood at the door aggressively, his tone was quite arrogant.
Tang Tang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, we are work-study students from Holy Soul Village."
Little Fatty didn't care where the two of them came from, he only cared about whether his position as the boss would be shaken.
"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun Zhanhu, and I am the future battle soul master. What are your names? What is Wuhun?"
Wang Sheng's arrogance almost reached his face, and the smiles on their faces couldn't help but drop.
"My name is Tang San, Wuhun Lan Yincao. This is my sister, Wuhun Yanling."
"Yan Ling? I've never heard of it. But when will Bluesilver Grass be able to be practiced?" Wang Sheng showed an exaggerated expression of surprise, and other children in the dormitory echoed with bursts of ridicule, looking at the two of them with a somewhat confused look.
Exclusion.
"What kind of martial arts do we care about you? Open the door, don't block the door!" After repeated pressure, Tang Tang finally broke out and reached out to try to push him away and go inside.
Wang Sheng just looked at Tang Tang, who was thin and stretched out his hand to push him, and felt a solid force falling on a small area between his chest and abdomen. It was heavy and painful, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
When he realized that he had been pushed by a little kid, Wang Sheng's eyes were filled with embarrassment. He slapped Tang Tang on the shoulder with his backhand, pushing her backwards. When he was about to trip, he wanted to catch up and press her to the ground in the same old way.
Beat him up and subdue him.
"I am the boss here, how dare you push me?"
Tang Tang only felt a huge force on her shoulders pushing her back involuntarily. She was accidentally caught in the luggage and was about to fall down.
"Tangtang, be careful." Tang San put his arms around Tang Tang's shoulders in time, his strong arms gently supporting Tang Tang's body and holding her upright.
He turned his head to look at Wang Sheng, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and said, "Are you the boss here? Tell me, what do you want?"
Wang Sheng raised his head and pointed at himself with his thumb, and said proudly: "The most powerful person in Qishe is me, and I am the boss of Qishe. You two must listen to me from now on, do you hear that?"
"Is it what you say?" Tang San was holding back his anger in his heart, but he smiled on his face. He made a fist with his right hand and hit Wang Sheng right on the nose with a quick punch.
Because Tang Tang was one of the few girls in the village and loved to play the most. In the past, he was often bullied by the gangsters in the village. At a young age, Tang San began to beat one by one from the beginning of the village to the end of the village, becoming a self-taught teacher.
In addition to the killer style, there is another fighting style - the street gangster style, which specializes in sensitive parts of the human body. In the long run, every attack by Tang San can break people's defenses and embarrass them.
"Ah!" A cunning and concentrated force hit the bridge of his nose. Wang Sheng felt his nose was sore and he involuntarily took two steps back. A sharp soreness rushed into his eyes, and tears came out involuntarily.