Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei was naturally alert when others approached, but the person who came was from the Kendo class, so he didn't care if his subordinates were defeated.

"By the way, you are the person in charge here."

Lu Mingfei thought of the little devil's plan.

He then approached Teacher Wang.

"There's something I want to ask you."

"Are you still recruiting teachers?"

"I do not need it, thank you."

Teacher Wang answered sternly.

"The staff is already full and the teaching aspect is sufficient. There are currently no plans to recruit new teachers."

"That's not right."

Lu Mingfei said.

"You may have misunderstood me."

"The teacher I'm talking about doesn't teach students."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was confused by Monk Zhang Er.

If you don’t teach students, where will the teacher come from?

"The teacher I'm talking about teaches you."

Everyone was stunned.

First of all, it must be ridiculous. They are all good players in the kendo class. They are either outstanding students or coaches here. It is really unreasonable that they need a young boy from outside to be their teacher.

But then I thought about it, that’s not right.

The young man in front of them was Yama, who had single-handedly overturned their entire class. In front of him, the kendo they were proud of was probably no different from radio gymnastics.

Wu Bingwen doesn't have so many twists and turns. You are strong when you are strong. Every move is clear.

Yama said he wanted to be a teacher. No matter how you look at it, he has the qualifications.

Teacher Wang is not a pedantic person. He knows how powerful Yama is. Because of this, he knows how lucky he will be if he gets Yama's guidance.

In ancient times, three hundred years ago, if a master like Yama offered to teach you, he would have to kneel three times, kowtow nine times, kowtow with tea, and respectfully call him "Master".

Teacher Wang must be lying when he says he is not moved, but it is a pity.

"Sorry, although I manage the kendo class, the real person in charge here is not me."

he said regretfully.

"I need to ask my boss for specific personnel changes."

"As for the results on the boss's side."

Teacher Wang hesitated for a moment, but still made a vague comment.

"You'd better not get your hopes up."

He knew very well who his boss was. He could enlarge Chu Zihang's portrait and use it for publicity, and even do such ridiculous things as directly using it as wallpaper. He was simply a dirty and profit-seeking businessman who only thought about money. .

But there is no other way. Teacher Wang has no other talents except practicing swordsmanship and teaching others to practice swordsmanship.

The coolness of one person and one sword traveling to the end of the world can only appear in novels. When it comes to reality, heroes, thank you for paying off the mortgage and car loan this month.

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei mumbled quietly.

"Didn't I say that there would be no problem? Little devil, you are not good at business. Let's see if I can spank you next time I see you. Humph."

Someone laughed softly behind him.

Lu Mingfei turned around and looked around. This kid suddenly appeared again and was still laughing. Is he playing a prank? How disgusting!

After searching around, there was no one around. Sure enough, Lu Mingze's domain was so magical that there was no trace of him.

Unless Lu Mingfei puts on a bronze mask or rebuilds the outer gang, there is really nothing he can do against the little devil.

"Sorry, I'll take a call."

Teacher Wang said.

He looked at the caller ID, frowned, and looked at Lu Mingfei strangely.

"Yes, boss."

"I am here."

"Yes, he is here too."

"What?"

This exclamation frightened everyone. Everyone in the room looked at him curiously. Teacher Wang was holding his cell phone with a ghostly expression on his face. It was rare for him to do this.

what happens?

Teacher Wang obviously heard something extremely unbelievable. He spent the second half of the phone call casually, saying "ok" and "um" casually a few times and dealt with it.

It is worth mentioning that during this process, he glanced at Lu Mingfei from time to time. The emotions in his eyes were extremely complex, ranging from suspicion to admiration to envy. The psychological activity was so intense that even a book of Shakespeare could not explain it.

"okay, I get it."

Teacher Wang hung up the phone and said to Lu Mingfei with an expression like "I must have seen a fucking ghost today. I must be right."

"It's very presumptuous, but I want to ask, is what you just said still effective?"

"Are you joining the job?"

Teacher Wang nodded.

"Of course."

Lu Mingfei did it without thinking.

"It's just that your boss isn't..."

"Replacement."

Lu Mingfei blinked.

Teacher Wang used a more confused tone than him.

"Just now, three minutes ago, a foreign investor saw the potential of our kendo class and bought it from the former boss."

"Is this... so simple?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand.

"A kendo class is not a piece of cake or a chicken drumstick. Although I don't know much about it, at least, reselling the ownership rights of the kendo class requires a large amount of funds and a lot of procedures."

"If we go through the formalities, three minutes is not enough."

"three times."

Teacher Wang's state is comparable to sleepwalking.

"The other party offered three times the price. The former boss must have passed out from happiness."

With that said, he took a deep look at Lu Mingfei.

"The new boss said that the kendo class needs a head instructor."

"and,"

Teacher Wang paused.

"I want you by name."

crazy!

It's crazy!

Everyone began to guess Lu Mingfei's identity.

Or maybe this kid was simply attracted by the daughter of some rich family!

Just because he wanted to be the teacher of the kendo class.

Someone bought it at a premium of three times.

You really don’t take money as money.

Some people even thought sourly.

With this money, if you want to buy any kendo class, you can give me a discount!

Lu Mingfei didn't pay attention to everyone's looks or their confused thoughts.

He just chuckled.

Whispered.

"Thanks."

A child's voice came from far away, so misty yet so clear.

"surprise!"

The child became gentle again and called him gently and slowly.

"elder brother."

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Chen Pingan and others got off the bus.

On the way to the Children's Palace, they were still chatting. It had been so long, so it was time for Yama to end.

There is no suspense about victory or defeat. They have personally experienced Yama Luo's kung fu and they know it clearly.

It was just that they couldn't see the embarrassment of the usually stern-faced Lao Wang in defeat, and the hall owners sighed with regret.

Furthermore, I was just curious about the new genius female student that Lao Wang had picked up that a certain guy was talking about.

They had all watched the highlights of Chu Zihang's competition back then, and even used them as motivational teaching materials for the students to study. That boy was really talented, but now he has a girl who can compete with him. I really don't know who this person is. What a look.

A group of people entered the Children's Palace in a mighty manner, and their voices were lowered. There were little children studying in the classrooms on the left and right, and it was hard for them to disturb them.

Kendo class, door.

The several hotel owners walking in front gave each other winks, crept closer, and peeked in through the small window on the door.

What will you see?

Are you going to be a member of the kendo class?

Or are they applying medicine to each other and waiting for the ambulance?

So curious.

The owner of the museum suppressed his excitement and looked in with his swollen eyes wide open against the black sockets.

I saw a row of strong men in black uniforms leaning against the wall, standing on horseback and saying nothing.

Several people met his gaze, and there was surprise in their eyes, but they remained motionless, maintaining a tight horse stance, touching their tongues to the roof of their mouth, making the Jinjing and Yuye acupoints intersect, and thus also connected the Rendu and Du meridians.

PS: Today is the last round of recommendations. I’m a little nervous, so I’ll add an update. I hope you don’t want to keep books and vote enthusiastically. The monthly recommendation vote is good for everything.

That is, there are two updates at 6 p.m.

Today's update is not included in the reward. I looked at the recommendation tickets and the number is almost 600. At present, there is still one update card at home, but there should be two soon.

I once again appeal to everyone not to keep books, as cats will starve to death.

In addition, this book is a bit chatty, a bit grindy, and maybe a bit literary.

It might even be a long time before we get to Kassel.

It’s just that this is me. Yama’s Lu Mingfei is not only about saving regrets, he also has his own way to go, and will meet some interesting people, and there are also some stories that are not found in Dragon Clan.

Of course, the regrets in the Dragon Clan will also be made up for.

A while ago, I saw many readers complaining, abandoning the book, and saying a lot of things wrong about me.

Xia Mao listened and accepted it. After all, those who write books will inevitably be scolded.

I just hope that everyone will have a good time together. This is just a recreational reading. If it doesn't suit your wishes, just leave. If you are in a bad mood, it will not be good.

Sometimes I feel that the relationship between the author and the reader is like love. They must be loving in every possible way when they first meet, and we can have a happy relationship together.

But as time goes by, the shortcomings are more or less exposed. If you dislike him playing games all day without talking to him, he will say that he is so tired after a long day of work and needs a rest.

If anyone objectively feels that Xia Mao's nonsense and nagging are nothing more than nothing, then simply put it down and let us both be content with each other.

Of course, it would be better if you could give Xia Mao a little more confidence.

The happiest thing about Xia Mao writing about fellow dragons is that he can let go of his writing style. Otherwise, there would be so much nonsense in other subjects, and he would have died long ago.

Okay, in short, I will add an update in the afternoon, please read the game tickets, Xia Mao beckons.

Life is inherently full of ups and downs, so I don’t wish you all smooth sailing. I wish you all the wind and waves and a long journey ahead.

above.

This chapter contains a total of 2198 words of text excluding PS.