[Rebirth of the Future] Furutake Era

Sure enough, the next second Nantong's big slap made him scream and scream, and Madam Nan was also furious.

—— "You went to the poor star?!!!"

This internal family dispute lasted for a full two hours. Nan Woyu was dragged by the nurse to deal with the wound from being beaten by Nantong, and Mrs. Nan wept weakly against the wall.

Nantong stroked his rough short hair, and sighed towards the sky.

He glanced at the sad Mrs. Nan, and couldn't bear it after all, so he comforted him and said, "Forget it, let's pretend that what happened this time didn't happen to him. There are dragons and snakes in the poor people's star, and it would take time and effort to vent their anger on them." You! Remember to teach them well, you are such an adult, don’t you know where to go or not? You don’t look like my Nantong son at all.”

After that, he gave another hard look at the two unconscious sons in the intensive care unit, as if this would make them feel the majesty of his father.

"Okay, now that you are out of danger, don't be ashamed of crying. I still have to be busy. Remember to notify me when they wake up."

After Nantong left with his head held high and without looking back, Mrs. Nan bit her beautiful red lips and stamped her foot unwillingly.

She thought about it, and felt that no matter what, her family still couldn't swallow the breath, so she took out the exquisite communicator that she had ordered at a large price from her bag, and broadcast a number that she remembered in her heart——

"Hello, Qiao Sheng? I'm Admiral Nan's wife." What the other party said, Mrs. Nan narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, and continued, "You can really talk. My sister is looking for you today, but there is something I need your help..."

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Nan finally regained some of her lost manners.

Hmph, for a blind-eyed thing, he must know what will happen if he offends the Nan family!

Qiao Sheng hung up the phone, and the subordinate standing in front of him was still reporting an interstellar smuggling button. Qiao Sheng frowned and waved him to go back to discuss it first, while he rested his chin and fell into deep thought.

——Those ignorant young masters of the Nan family...have been cleaned up?

God has eyes.

Recalling Mrs. Nan's justifiable request in the communication just now, Qiao Sheng raised the corners of his lips in a mocking smile.It's just a nouveau riche who rose by women, when did he take them seriously?

It's just... who on earth has the guts... I'm really interested.

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Eighteen knows nothing about the farce that came out here, he is as busy as a spinning top right now.

Wen Cha didn't know what was going on crazy. On the first day he returned to the arena on the [-]th leave, he called a few strong men to hold him down. He also said that [-]th was leaving early and arriving late to ask for leave at will, and missed several important etiquette lessons. He didn't attend, and these courses had to be made up all at once on the day he came back.

The teacher of the etiquette class, a fat lady with half a nostril missing, screamed in spite of being weak——

"I said it!! Put your right hand behind your back, not your left hand! Not your left hand!!"

Shiba glanced at her lightly.

In the classroom prepared for him by Wencha, Shiba didn't need to be wrapped in a thick black robe.People who come and go here are trustworthy people, among other things, a mouth that is as hard as steel is incomparable.

Take this lady from the etiquette class as an example. Don't look at her full of flesh and nerves, she is such a woman. She has been the champion of the third field for nearly two years, and her whole body is full of glory and scars bestowed on her by battles. , the bridge of her missing nose was cut off by an opponent who was good at using hidden weapons.Even so, Shiba never found any bad mentality similar to inferiority complex in her.Of course, that ignorant opponent had already had his neck broken.

Shiba is learning from her a move to invite a female partner to dance, and I have spent most of the day on it today, Shiba can only bow his head and admit that he is born with this Western-style etiquette. There is one nerve missing.

Miss etiquette teacher Weina was sweating profusely and furious, but this student is really too stupid, the words of inviting dances and flirting are learned rigidly, extremely stiff, as if reciting stumbling lines against the board, without any emotion.

Wei Na was full of murderous looks, her eyebrows raised and her eyes raised: "Nan Shiba, you are so stupid!!!"

Shiba raised her eyebrows: "What did you say, Ba Po?"

Are you kidding yourself what the hell are you doing here?Why do you want to learn these messy things? !Can etiquette be eaten?Want to be scolded by the eighth wife for being stupid? !

Wei Na was very mindful of this rude address, and grinned and cursed: "Stupid!! I have taught you for two hours! If you can't finish today, you can work overtime and stay to guard your ring!"

This is the rule that Shiba personally set for himself, three games a day, no more, no less, and leave after the fight.

In other words, if Wei Na refuses to let her go, Shiba will probably be dragged until midnight and will not be able to go home.

The most poisonous mother-in-law!

Shiba and Wei Na got bored looking at each other, but they couldn't fight because of the warm tea. Now that the anger was on the verge of breaking out, the two of them naturally didn't flinch. They just looked at each other for less than two seconds, and they punched together——

……

Half an hour later, Wei Na opened the door of the classroom in humiliation, and knocked on Wen Cha's office.

Because of this unexpected conflict, Shiba was able to get away from the make-up class as soon as possible, and Wei Na and Wen Cha came out within two seconds of reporting.

But she didn't look like she was unwilling when she was beaten to the ground just now. Instead, she raised her brows at Shiba briskly: "Good boy!" She punched Shiba on the shoulder, He laughed and said, "It's enough! I have eaten so many decades more food than you for nothing. I am capable!"

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the office again, signaling Shiba to go in by herself, and left in shock.

Shiba looked at her back in bewilderment, and had a premonition in his heart that his dream would come to naught.

Standing with his head down in this weird office where he would get irritable every time he saw it, Shiba tried hard to control his eyes and only stared at the dark red desktop.

I really don't know what kind of taste warm tea is, so let's make a room as weird as a murder scene.

"Mr. Wen," Eighteen spoke first in the silence, "I've always wanted to ask you, why do you force me to learn those useless etiquettes?"

Wen Cha turned around, buttoned the top button of the white shirt meticulously, his back was straight, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he had a natural abstinence.

Shiba compared the extremely coquettish furnishings in the house, and tactfully recounted what she was about to blurt out.

"You don't like it?" Wen Cha asked with a straight face.

Shiba nodded firmly and firmly.

"Heh..." Wen Cha opened his mouth, and used a mouth shape that had nothing to do with a smile to let out the laughter he wanted to make, successfully making Shiba's back shudder again.

"It doesn't matter, if we make another surprise attack recently, there will be no problem." Wen Cha explained in a low voice, "The champion of Hall No. [-] on the second floor was assassinated. I don't have any suitable candidates. I hope you can take on this important task."

The champion of hall one?

Eighteen unexpectedly remembered a tough guy as strong as Schwarzenegger, who was assassinated?

Then he immediately understood the purpose of warm tea.

Suddenly thought of something, Shiba nervously raised his head to look at him: "The words on the second floor...does it mean that I can no longer wear a black robe?"

Wen Cha glanced at him lightly, and said, "Freak,"

Shiba's eyebrows twitched and jumped, and he clenched his fists to restrain his urge to beat him in a circle.

"I can give in." The two stalemate for a while, and finally Wen Cha gave in, "You can not use your original appearance, but the same, you have to give in, you can't use this kind of thing to cover your face! The second layer You are all important guests in the arena, and your behavior is too easy to offend people. There, you must not act so high-profile!"

Eighteen lowered his head, weighing the pros and cons of this matter in his heart. Undoubtedly, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to be able to squeeze into the second floor where there were so many experts.There, I will definitely meet stronger and more skilled opponents.Their combat experience and moves are all great weapons that can deepen one's realm! !

Due to the particularity of the second floor, it is not like the first floor where there are guests from a large plane mixed with dragons and snakes, nor is it full of mysterious masters like the third floor.Its main customer base is those rich and noble households who are unwilling to be with the common people, but want to be exciting.

Shiba is not sure if he will meet someone he knows there, but——

He struggled out of his contemplation, the light in his eyes was as fierce as a wolf——

If you have to give up your longing for just for the people you hate, then you already have the correct answer in your heart.

That sharp appearance lasted for less than a second, and in the next second, Shiba calmly asked an important question——

"Will the bonus on the second floor be higher than that on the first floor?"

The abstinence appearance that Wen Cha tried so hard to maintain couldn't help showing a crack. He lowered his head and counted. What kind of money fanatic would ask such a straightforward question in front of his boss...

Wen Cha ignored him, and took out a list from the desk drawer and handed it over: "Sign."

Eighteen took it and flipped through two pages. It seemed to be a roster of names, and the first half was already filled. He turned to the nearest blank space and remembered to ask: "What is this?"

"The list on the second floor", Wen Cha replied casually, and then quickly took the booklet back after the [-]th signature was signed, and at the same time sarcastically said in a very calm tone: "The person who signed it , if he dies due to various accidental reasons, I will personally cross out his name, and you should sign your name closer to prevent me from having trouble finding it when the time comes."

"Hehe," Shiba laughed twice without a smile, and threw the cushion on the sofa at the door when he turned to go out——

"Why does your mouth owe you so much?"