Female President's Bodyguard

After Daoist Nianyun explained a few more words, Hu An took Xu Qing to get his clothes and bedding, and let him go to rest first.

The rest room in the view is actually two rows of Datong shops in another hall. At this time, there are about 30 disciples who are not going out to practice, and they are resting in the shop.

When the group saw Xu Qing coming in, one of the disciples, who was a little bigger and about the same age as Xu Qing, laughed first and said:
"Hey, there's a newcomer again. Come over and bet quickly, how many days will this guy be scared away?"

The people next to him booed immediately.

"Looking at his body, I don't think he can survive for a week, right?"

"No, no. Three days at most."

"You don't give newcomers face too much, do you?
Maybe they just came to rest their feet and leave tomorrow? "

Xu Qing stood at the door with the quilt in his arms. Hearing everyone's laughter, he couldn't help laughing: It seems that bullying happens everywhere!
However, as a newcomer, Xu Qing ignored everyone's ridicule, but cleared his throat and asked, "Where do I sleep?"

The disciple who took the lead in booing earlier pointed to a bunk directly opposite the door, winked and said:
"You're new here, do you still need to ask? Don't have any sharp eyesight? You can sleep whenever you have time."

Xu Qing glanced at the direction he pointed, rubbed his chin and smiled.

That bunk can be described as the "best" Feng Shui place in the whole shop.

Just above the bunk is the window, although it is sealed with glass, but for the sake of ventilation, a small slit is slightly staggered, and the cold wind blowing in from the outside is constantly blowing.

Even the guy on the next bunk was frozen tightly wrapped in a quilt.

And directly opposite the bunk is the door of the lounge, every time someone comes in and out, a gust of cold wind will blow in and rush straight to the bunk.

At the same time, Xu Qing naturally knew that anyone who lived in a bunk in this position had to be responsible for one more thing: opening and closing the door for others.Who kept you close.

This bunk can be described as: bug-bitten in summer and wind-blown in winter.When you enter the door, you are a welcome guest, and when you go out, you are a doorman.

In front of everyone, Xu Qing calmly spread out the quilt, lay down on top of her clothes, leaned against the quilt with her hands on the back of her head, and remained silent.

Seeing this, the booing disciple scolded in a low voice with contempt:

"What are you pretending to do? I'll make you suffer tomorrow, and get out of here!"

The disciples next to him seemed to be this disciple's followers, so they immediately got together to discuss in private.

A few minutes later, one of the disciples got out of bed to put on his shoes, stretched his waist deliberately while walking and said, "My back hurts from lying down, I'll go outside to practice boxing first."

After finishing speaking, he swaggered to the door and pulled the door open with a whoosh. A gust of cold wind blew in with a whistling sound, blowing directly onto Xu Qing's bunk.

Xu Qing still looked at him coldly with the back of his head, without any reaction, but the guy next to him who was wrapped in a quilt shivered from the cold first.

The disciple who opened the door glanced at Xu Qing with displeasure, shook his hands and strode away without closing the door.

Xu Qing looked at the wide open door motionlessly, and sneered.

After being exposed to the cold wind for about ten minutes, the disciple next to me couldn't bear the cold anymore, so he got out of bed under the quilt and closed the door.

But in less than 2 minutes, another disciple stood up and said, "Damn, I need to pee urgently."

While talking, he opened the door again, deliberately left it open, and walked away.

In this way, the attendants who had teased the disciple before, every time they saw someone closing the door, they would find an excuse to go out, deliberately not closing the door, so that Xu Qing would suffer from the cold.

Every time, the disciple next to Xu Qing was too cold to close the door.

Previously, the temperature in the lounge was around ten degrees because of the heating, but after this group of people tossed about it, the temperature dropped suddenly, almost as cold as an ice cellar.

But it seemed that everyone was very afraid of that disciple who made a fuss, and they dared not speak out. They either put on their coats or covered them silently, not daring to make any complaints.

Just like that, Xu Qing lay directly opposite the door and was frozen for five or six hours. Seeing that it was getting late, a melodious bell sounded in the audience.

Following the sound of the bell, the disciples in the temple returned to the rest room one after another and began to prepare for sleep.

When the last person entered the lounge and closed the door, everyone thought that those people would not bother Xu Qing anymore, so they secretly sighed that they could sleep comfortably.

Unexpectedly, the moment the door was closed, a servant was holding slippers and towels and said as he walked, "I forgot to wash my feet, what a delay."

After finishing speaking, he yanked the door open with a bang, and went out with a big swing, leaving the door open.

Xu Qing was again frozen by the cold wind blowing in from outside for half an hour before the foot-washing guy came in, smiled at Xu Qing triumphantly, and turned to close the door.

"Don't close it."

Xu Qing, who had been silent for several hours under the puzzled eyes of everyone, finally spoke.

"Don't close it."

The guy who washed the feet was stunned: "If you don't close the door, how can you sleep?"

"Don't close it."

"Neuropathy."

The foot-washing guy muttered in a low voice while slamming the door shut.

Seeing this, Xu Qing jumped out of bed with a sneer, and said to all the brothers lying on the bed: "Brothers, my name is Xu Qing."

"The way everyone welcomes newcomers is very special, and it suits my taste."

"To thank everyone for their enthusiasm, I would like to express my gratitude a little bit."

The disciple who made a fuss before, half lying on the bed and heard this sentence, thought Xu Qing had softened, and smiled triumphantly:
"We are your senior brother, you as a junior, you have to be a little more careful in the future."

"You don't need to be grateful. Help me wash my clothes tomorrow, and I will be my little brother in the future. I guarantee that no one will bully you."

"Okay, go to sleep."

Xu Qing faced him with a silent sneer, until after he finished speaking, he picked out his ears, and said with a gruff smile, "Have you finished, Senior Brother?"

The disciple responded casually without knowing it: "Ah, it's over."

"That's good!"

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he kicked directly on the thick wooden board with a bang, and only heard the crisp sound of wood breaking. The ancient wooden door panel, which was more than an inch thick, was kicked out a big hole.

Before others could understand, Xu Qing stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the hole, and pulled it back casually. With a "click", the whole door panel was torn off.

Only then did Xu Qing carry the door panel and put it on his bunk, turned around and pressed directly on it, ignoring everyone, and fell asleep with his clothes on.

"You, what are you doing, boy?"

The booing disciples only came back to their senses at this moment, so they stood up and asked Xu Qing angrily.

But immediately a gust of cold wind penetrated into the room and directly blew on him, causing him to shrink back into the blanket again.

And Xu Qing responded to him with only a series of heavy snores.

This night, in the entire lounge, there would be a coughing sound from the cold wind from time to time.

Some disciples were so cold that they couldn't bear it, so two or three of them simply slept in the same quilt and pressed the quilts together to increase the heat.

Only Xu Qing was facing the constant cold wind blowing at the door, wearing a not-so-thick coat, snoring loudly, enviing everyone.