When it comes to moving out, it's actually quite simple. It's nothing more than collecting the equipment and props in the classroom and taking them away, and then simply cleaning them. It's considered moving out.
However, the classrooms in Mingyu District are in such a state of disrepair that there is nothing to clean at all, and the equipment inside is extremely rotten and very few, there is nothing to clean up and can be discarded at any time.
However, it is not so simple for Mr. Zhao. When he came to register at Listing Academy many years ago, the "sword training room" he entered for the first time was this classroom. At that time, there were many students practicing swordsmanship. Everyone
They all received him warmly.
His teacher was also a highly respected senior who once taught him how to learn the sword step by step. Many silent late nights, after he finished a hard day's practice, he could smell the scent of paulownia trees outside the door that emitted in the summer when he walked out.
Unique and rich fragrance.
As time passed, the paulownia beside the flower bed had long grown into a towering tree, but the place had changed.
It's not that Mr. Zhao doesn't want to move away from here. What he really doesn't want to leave is the emotion he places here. It's just that times are changing and society is progressing. This dilapidated building and unpopular subjects can't keep up with the development of the college. Just like
As Yuan Ye said, transforming into a new venue may not be a bad thing.
Mr. Zhao also understood that maybe this would be the last class in his life. He didn't have any other extravagant wishes. He just hoped that a few more students would come to attend the class today. That would satisfy him.
However, he was disappointed again. After opening the door, the row of cotton mats in the center of the classroom was empty, with no one there.
He glanced around again and finally found a familiar figure. Ding Meng, a short man in shabby clothes, was sitting cross-legged in the corner with his eyes closed and meditating.
He felt a little relieved, but more of a sigh, not a single student from our school came, but the children from outside the school were so serious about their studies.
As soon as he pushed the door open and came in, Ding Meng immediately opened his eyes: "Teacher Zhao, you are here."
Mr. Zhao nodded, with a slight smile on his face: "It turns out to be Ding Meng, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Ding Meng said: "Teacher Zhao, I have always been here and have never gone out."
Mr. Zhao was a little surprised: "You stayed here for two days and two nights?"
Ding Meng was a little confused: "Is there any problem with this?"
Mr. Zhao asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"
"Practice." Ding Meng was even more puzzled, "Teacher Zhao, didn't you say that? The speed of drawing a sword and the control of strength require repeated practice."
"Have you been practicing?" Mr. Zhao obviously didn't believe it.
"Yes." Ding Meng stood up and picked up the two wooden swords on the podium.
Mr. Zhao noticed his gesture and just twisted his wrist. The sword turned in a circle in the air very gracefully and then reached the palm of his hand. It is not difficult to do this with a sword, but it is not possible to have two swords turning in circles at the same time without a certain technique.
It's possible.
How long has this been? It’s only been two days, and this kid has become so proficient?
Mr. Zhao definitely didn't believe it: "Ding Meng, let's try again and let me see the effect of your practice."
"Okay." Ding Meng twisted his wrist slightly, and the wooden sword circled in the air and flew towards Mr. Zhao.
As soon as Mr. Zhao's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, Ding Meng took action.
The wooden sword has no light, so your judgment of its attack depends entirely on the fluctuations of the surrounding air. The air seems to have not moved yet, and Ding Meng's wooden sword is like a poisonous snake.
I don't know how much faster this time.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the two swords seemed to be clashing together. In fact, the two swords stopped abruptly, and the tips of the two swords were pressed against each other's throat.
Ding Meng suddenly withdrew his sword and looked a little gloomy: "It's still slow. It's still far behind Teacher Zhao. It seems that I still need to practice..."
He murmured there, but Mr. Zhao was so shocked that he couldn't speak. How the hell is this too slow? Do you know how long it took me to practice to this level in the academy?
For six years, no matter how severe the winter or the heat, day or night, you have never missed two practice classes a day, and you basically finished it in two days. You... you are a monster.
At this moment, Mr. Zhao's heart was filled with huge waves. He knew very well what happened in the flash of lightning just now.
Although Ding Meng struck first, he struck later, but his sword was blocked by Ding Meng's sword halfway, and it missed by just a tiny bit. Even though the swords of both sides reached the other's throat at the same time, everyone in the know should know this.
, what does it mean to be so far away?
Even if Ding Meng is worse than him, it's not too far behind, it's almost at the same level.
You know it's only 48 hours, what is this if not a monster?
"You..." Mr. Zhao was about to ask, but at this moment the door was pushed open again, and a large group of men and women walked in with a clatter. The leaders were Hu Tianyu and Yuanye, followed by seven or eight students.
Before Mr. Zhao could ask a question, Ding Meng spoke first: "Huh? Manager Hu? Manager Du is here too."
Manager Hu? Mr. Zhao was confused. When did Hu Tianyu become the manager?
A handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the crowd. He was Hu Qi, the HR manager of the Haohan Martial Arts School in Qingze Town. Behind him was the beautiful account manager Du Yue.
As soon as he saw Din Meng, Hu Qi felt a little embarrassed: "Isn't this Brother Din...Ding Meng? It turns out you are here too."
"What's going on?" Hu Tianyu was a little surprised.
Hu Qi immediately turned around and muttered an explanation, obviously explaining that Ding Meng was a sparring partner at the Haohan Martial Arts School.
While he was explaining, Ding Meng also turned his head and whispered something to Mr. Zhao. After a moment, Mr. Zhao's expression changed. Then he turned on his wrist device for a query, and the light screen quickly fed back accurate information: Hu Tianyu (
Teacher of Class 3 of the Boxing Department of the Southern District of Listing Academy), Hu Qi (Hu Qi (Personnel Manager of the Martial Arts School in Qingze Town, Qiuze City, Haohan Group), affiliation: Brother.
Mr. Zhao suddenly sneered: "I used to wonder why you are so concerned about the transformation. It turns out that Haohan Group actually opened a martial arts gym in the school, and your relatives are in charge of it. You are very lacking.
Money? Teacher Hu?"
Hu Tianyu suddenly felt that he couldn't keep his face. This damn Ding Meng didn't work as a sparring partner in the martial arts gym. How did he sneak into the academy? It was really unlucky to meet him here.
Hu Qi had already stepped forward with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, please listen to my explanation. Our Haohan Group is planning to open a venue that will help your school cultivate talents. It will also help..."
"Shut up." Mr. Zhao became angry, "Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to explain to me? It is not the outsider's turn to dictate the internal affairs of the school, so get out of here."
Hu Qi was immediately frightened. He knew the identity of Mr. Zhao. No matter how incompetent the retired soldiers of the empire were, they were not something he, a common man, could offend.
Hu Tianyu was also angry. He pointed at Ding Meng and said: "This man is an interstellar refugee. How did he get into our school? Is he an outsider?"
Hearing what he said, Mr. Zhao became even more angry: "Ding Meng is my student. I was also an interstellar refugee and studied at Listing College. You mean that I am also an outsider and can get out. Right
?”
Hu Tianyu was suddenly speechless and said bravely: "But Ding Meng is really not a registered student of this school?"
Mr. Zhao also pointed at Hu Qi: "Then is he from this school?"
Hu Tianyu feels a headache. This old man Zhao is famous for his stubborn temper. If you mess around with him, you are just asking for trouble.
Seeing that the two sides were quarreling, Yuanye hurriedly came up to smooth things over: "Oh, Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao, calm down the fire, calm down the fire. We are here to inspect the venue with our partners according to the school's instructions..."
Mr. Zhao immediately interrupted her: "What kind of bullshit partners? Hu Qi and Hu Tianyu are two brothers. They are basically the same team. They want to cheat the students out of their money. I, Mr. Zhao, am the first one not to agree."
He no longer called the other person teacher, but called him by his first name. He was obviously really angry, but a voice that made him even more annoyed came from behind Hu Tianyu:
"So what if you yell fiercely? The school has already issued a notice. The new stadium will be built tomorrow, and this place will be bulldozed today. No matter how loud you are, you will have to get out of here with your tail between your legs. Come on early.
Let's go, you're already old, don't be embarrassed here, do you like others to see you making fun of you..."
Zhao Laodeng was furious: "Which bastard? Get out of here."
