I open a martial arts gym in Marvel

Chapter 127 Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
Luo Yuan was surprised when he saw Tony, but last time his comrades had no intention of letting Tony take the blame, Luo Yuan was not so excited to see Tony again.

Zhang Yang frowned when he smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, it was too strong, even the two parrots on the shelf fluttered uneasily, quacking non-stop.

"Did you drink all night?"

Zhang Yang covered his nose, the smell was too strong to bear.

"I came to New York last night for a bar dance."

"So you played high and drank all the way until this morning."

"No! No! No!"

Tony shook his head like a rattle.

"It's this dance party. It officially starts at 3:6 am and ends at [-]:[-] am."

Zhang Yang glanced at the clock, it was already 8:30 in the morning, it seemed that after attending this so-called bar dance, he went straight to his martial arts gym.

"Zhang, lend me a place to sleep and have a rest."

"Don't you have money to live in a five-star hotel?"

"No! I want to live with you."

After finishing speaking, he waved his arms, jumped up and down, and ran to the second floor.

Drunk people are unreasonable. When Tony went up to the second floor, Zhang Yang and Luo Yuan could even hear him singing upstairs.

The tune of that song is still a little familiar.

"Is he singing a Chinese song?"

Zhang Yang looked at Luo Yuan and asked sincere questions.

Luo Yuan listened intently for a while, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Master, Mr. Stark, is he singing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?"

Zhang Yang listened to the melody of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and it was really similar.

When a heart-piercing Arrasor broke out upstairs, they confirmed that Tony was really singing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Fuck!

Tony is so amazing that he can sing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Luo Yuan gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Master, the friends you make are really different."

Zhang Yang covered his face, he didn't want to admit that this was his friend at this moment.

Too shameful!

Zhang Yang asked Luo Yuan to take care of the students for a while, and went up to stop Tony from singing. When the students came, should they suffer the torture of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau all morning?
When Zhang Yang hurried upstairs, Tony had already swayed himself into the bathroom, poured a pool of water and was about to bury his face in it, still babbling.

"Wash your face! I want to wash my face!"

Zhang Yang quickly grabbed him to prevent Tony from drowning himself.

Tony was not happy about being held back by Zhang Yang, and was very angry.

Zhang Yang took a towel and soaked it in cold water, and put it on Tony's face.

Tony was slapped by the cold water towel and hit the ground directly by inertia.

This fall directly woke Tony up in pain.

"Hi! Zhang, why are you here?"

"This is my home, I'm not here, where am I?"

Tony looked around in bewilderment.

"Oh! Yes! This is your family's martial arts gym, of course you are here."

Luo Yuan brought up a bowl of strong tea, and looked at the door for a while.

"Master, I made a cup of strong tea and brought it up, would you like some for Mr. Stark?"

Zhang Yang took it.

"Go and make a cup of hangover herbal tea. I taught you the recipe. Don't make it too strong this time."

Luo Yuan nodded, and quickly went to grab the medicine.

Zhang Yang grabbed Tony's chin and poured the strong tea in. After pouring the strong tea in, Tony vomited out holding the toilet, together with the wine in his stomach.

After vomiting, he was completely awake.

Luo Yuan also brought over the hangover medicinal tea, and Zhang Yang handed it to Tony.

After drinking the anti-alcoholic medicinal tea, Tony felt completely refreshed.

"Wow! I just said I made the right choice coming to your house, this thing is so good, I want to sleep now."

Zhang Yang sneered.

"If you dare to sleep on my martial arts bed like this, I will throw you out."

Tony immediately pointed to Luo Yuan who was still standing at the door.

"Are you going to show your violence in front of your apprentice?"

Luo Yuan suddenly rolled his eyes and moved his hands forward.

"Hey! I can't see suddenly! Why can't I see it? If I change places, I can see it."

Said, quickly ran away.

Tony stared blankly.

"Zhang, your apprentice is simply..."

"Simply clever!"

Zhang Yang interrupted Tony directly.

"Then you wash up and go to bed!"

"Ok!"

When Tony saw Zhang Yang raised his fist and said this, he immediately obediently agreed.

Zhang Yang didn't care about Tony anymore, the celebration day was about to start in two days, and the students in charge of the performance were very nervous these two days, which made everyone nervous.

But as long as Zhang Yang stood there, they would calm down.

Zhang Yang is now like a tonic for them, a reassurance.

The person in charge of the celebration day came again in the afternoon. Zhang Yang was taking time to fight against the students who hadn't finished the sword competition yesterday. The sword that Zhang Yang dropped this time still fell at the door and in front of the person in charge.

What a coincidence!

"Did you come here by chance?"

Zhang Yang went to meet him, picked up the sword on the ground and handed it to Luo Yuan to put it away.

The person in charge stood at the door this time and did not dare to go in, because the rest of the people who were waiting to compete with Zhang Yang were holding their swords and looking at him angrily.

After finally being able to fight again, it turned out that this person came to stir up trouble again. Now they can't wait to plant this person in the field in the backyard and stay with those little green vegetables.

"Well, I just heard that Mr. Stark entered the martial arts gym in the morning, and I wanted to see if I could meet Mr. Stark."

"Unfortunately! He is taking a nap, you can call him, but I don't know if he will be angry when he wakes up."

The person in charge snorted and thought about it.

"Then I'll wait for him here!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhang Yang to speak, he found a chair and sat down in the corner of the martial arts hall.

Zhang Yang looked at him with cold eyes, he glanced at Luo Yuan, and gestured to the person in charge with his eyes.

Luo Yuan instantly understood what Zhang Yang meant.

"Let's continue to compare!"

Zhang Yang turned around and looked at the rest of the students. The students cheered happily when they heard that they could continue the sword competition this time.

Luo Yuan also cheered happily, and when he cheered, he waved his hands, and the sword in his hand was directly thrown out.

With a bang, the sword was thrown directly at the feet of the person in charge, and the person in charge jumped up in fright, with a look of horror on his face.

Luo Yuan ran over to put the sword away with an apologetic face, and apologized vigorously.

"Sorry! Sorry! My hand slipped! I'm sorry! You were startled."

The person in charge held back his breath and showed a half-hearted smile.

"It's okay! You continue."

Luo Yuan smiled at Zhang Yang as he walked back with the sword, and Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)