The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Return to Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall.

Li Bashan walked straight into the dojo, staring at Hong Ya with a pair of tiger eyes.

Hongya, who is less than 1.5 meters tall, habitually squats on a chair with her little face buried in the rice bowl, revealing only her hair tied into a ball.

Suddenly, Hong Ya felt a strong sense of oppression.

She raised her head warily, stuck out her tongue to lick the rice grains from the corner of her mouth, and took the bowl into her arms like a chicken protecting her food. She said helplessly: "Elder brother, I specifically asked Aunt Wei to serve your rice goose in advance. "Leave it in the pot, don't worry, it's enough to eat."

Li Bashan took a careful look at the food in Hongya's rice bowl, and mentally announced a list of menus as if announcing the names of the dishes: "Chinese cabbage tofu, chicken thighs, braised meatballs, beef cubes..."

The food in the courtyard of Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall is not synthetic food 3D printed in a factory, but natural ingredients bought at a high price through related channels, and cooked by Aunt Wei, who is highly skilled in cooking.

Although the bags of synthetic food are marked with [Synthetic food is as healthy, safe and nutritious as natural food], Master Li Guishe is an old-school person at heart and still trusts things grown directly from the ground.

For this reason, a small half of Douqiong Martial Arts School's annual income is spent on this, which is eaten into the stomachs of the master and their six brothers and sisters.

Li Bashan didn't know anything about synthetic or natural food. He simply felt that the food in the inner courtyard tasted better than outside. Obviously, the one with the largest body can eat the most. One person can feed five people.

Li Bashan took a sip of saliva and his Adam's apple squirmed. He looked at Hong Ya who was protecting the food and his face turned red: "Hong Ya, eat slowly. Senior brother will not snatch it from you."

Hongya's protection became tighter after hearing this, as if you said the same thing last time.

Li Bashan chuckled, walked towards the inner courtyard, and said: "Master asked me to bring him back, Hongya, you can take him back to the tavern again, I will come over later."

The sound is still there, but the figure has disappeared.

Hongya still protected the bowl. It was not until she confirmed that her senior brother could not snatch the bowl away from her hand that the vigilance on Hongya's face slowly dissipated, and she turned to look at the "junior brother" in front of her with complicated eyes.

Master Li Guishe had just come to explain to her. Obviously, the master was also thinking about the rough character of the elder brother and was afraid that he would just take the person back and ignore her.

The registration for the junior fellow apprentice and the preliminary inspection had to be handled by Hong Ya, who was the most careful and prudent among the brothers and sisters.

Hongya felt her master's respect and she felt so proud that she completely forgot that it was because of her impatience that her "junior brother" almost became fertilizer for watering the tree before he even started.

Hongya looked at Feng Mu with complicated eyes. Although the other party didn't know that he was about to become their junior brother, Hongya felt clear in her heart that this junior brother had basically not run away.

I just laughed like a monkey at the master just now. It's a sin, it's a sin. You can't describe the master like this.

It should be said that because the master who always pays attention to appearance, when he carefully explained himself just now, his mouth was filled with yellow teeth and he forgot to pick those two vegetable leaves.

Hongya knew that the younger junior brother was a sure thing, and the test of qualifications and character was just a formality that the master was going through to take care of his own dignity.

For other martial arts schools, this process inspection must be true. After all, other martial arts schools have strict requirements for accepting apprentice members, for fear of ruining their own brand reputation.

But my family knows their own business. The Dou Qiong Martial Arts Hall accepts apprentice members and never looks at these vain people. The main thing is to teach without distinction and only focus on the students' wallets.

As for officially accepting a disciple into Menqiang, Hongya doesn't know what other families are like, but her own master, Li Guishe, is all about following one's will, and you and I are destined.

Obviously, Junior Brother is the fate created by smashing the plaque, but I don’t know how this bad fate turned into good fate?

While Hong Ya was guessing, Feng Mu was also beating a drum in his heart.

What the hell?

You are eating, but the food is not me. It is very difficult for me to do this.

The only person eating in the dojo was Hong Ya. The other students in the dojo were still sweating profusely with various sparring exercises or working hard on the instruments.

A few of them seemed to smell the aroma of rice and got hungry. They took out some snacks from their pockets to eat. While eating, they glanced at Feng Mu with curious eyes.

Hong Ya wiped her mouth with a tissue and pushed the rice bowl aside. Then she thought about it and felt it was not safe, so she put the rice bowl into the cabinet below and locked it with a lock.

Feng Mu's eyelids twitched when he saw it: "No, you had such a murderous and unblinking temperament when we first met. How come you have all turned into stupid idiots? In this way, I can't feel the iron in my stomach at all. "

Hong Ya took out a registration book, cleared her throat and said, "Let me re-register your information. I'm sorry about what happened in the afternoon."

Hongya apologized sincerely, and although her voice was low, her attitude was extremely polite.

In fact, what Hongya was thinking in her heart was: "Little junior brother, you will thank me in the future. If it weren't for my Hongya voice, where would your fate with the master come from?"

Feng Mu pinched his nose. Things were a little bit different from what he expected.

While he was talking, Li Bashan came back with a rice pail. He really carried a rice pail, the kind of bucket Wang Xiuli used to wash mops at home, but one was made of wood and the other was iron.

A wooden bucket full of rice, vegetables, meat and rice were all mixed in, and a piece was already dented in the middle.

Li Bashan held the wooden barrel in one hand, like a normal person holding a bowl, and held a wooden spoon for cooking in his right hand, shoveling rice into his mouth while walking.

He ate voraciously, his mouth full of oil.

Seeing Li Bashan eating, many students in the gym had gurgling stomachs, and Feng Mu began to secrete saliva in his mouth.

Li Bashan stopped eating, and his ferocious face showed a trace of struggle. He used a wooden spoon to push the barrel down, scooped out a big chicken leg from it, and handed it to Feng Mu.

"I'm sorry about what happened in the afternoon, I'll make it up to you." Li Bashan still had rice in his mouth, and his speech was unclear.

Hongya's eyes almost popped out, she seriously suspected that the senior brother in front of her was a fake.

Feng Mu rejected Li Bashan's kindness, and the latter quickly stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, chewed it with his upper and lower teeth, and chewed it into pieces with skin, meat and bones.

"What terrible teeth."

Feng Mu was secretly shocked. He usually dared not chew iron for fear of breaking his teeth, but he suspected that if it was Li Bashan, he would not have such concerns.

Feng Mu sighed inwardly. He was not an unforgivable madman.

Since Douqiong Martial Arts Hall apologized sincerely, was so polite and friendly, and even gave him chicken legs...it was difficult for him to turn against him in public. Now he went out and smashed another plaque.

The most important thing was that when he just entered the door, the door was still empty and there was no plaque.

"Forget it, today is not suitable for turning against each other. I will join Douqiong Martial Arts Hall first, and then find a chance to verify the digestion of evil iron."

Feng Mu came to his senses at this moment and roughly guessed what Douqiong Martial Arts Hall meant. It was just to let him come back as an apprentice member and make a little money from him.

Yes, the expenses of keeping these good-for-nothings in the hall were huge.

Feng Mu did not pretend to be so. He asked Hong Ya to re-register his information and took out the money in his pocket again.

Unexpectedly, Hong Ya refused to accept the money and replaced his ordinary membership card with a senior membership card.

Feng Mu was in doubt and his mind was really confused. He looked dull and dull.

Seeing his expression, Hong Ya felt inexplicably proud and said with a smile: "I will not charge you for what happened in the afternoon. Let's go and get your training clothes."

Feng Mu hesitated for three seconds and was dragged into the dojo by the enthusiastic Hong Ya.

As Feng Mu followed, he thought in his mind: "If you don't want to make a little money from me, then you want me as a person?"

How strange.

My original plan was to slowly show my talent, and the people in the martial arts hall would recognize my talent and discover my essence of gold and jade.

What's the situation now?

Why do I feel like I'm going to skip the previous steps and go straight to the last step.

Douqiong Martial Arts Hall has such a big contrast in attitude before and after. What happened in the middle, or did someone take a fancy to me at first sight?

Feng Mu was suspicious and a little panicked, even more panicked than when he suspected the giant was going to eat him alive. But the more he was suspicious, the calmer his expression became. He always looked as if he was stunned by a piece of cake.

Well, let me see what Douqiong Martial Arts School is up to...