Chapter 1, it's better to be beaten every day than to run away secretly!

The cool breeze is bleak, and the atmosphere is solemn.

In the classical ** Fangjia martial arts hall, the two factions stood against each other.

A young girl in a black suit stood in the middle of the hall, holding her proud head high, coldly glancing at the group of men, women, and children in front of her, and said arrogantly: "What about Fang Yan? Let Fang Yan come out to fight." ”

"The child was getting dressed and coming out soon. A middle-aged man with an elegant face replied loudly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was very displeased with the imposing attitude of the girl in front of him.

He is Fang Yixing, the descendant of Fang's Taiji, because he likes poetry and painting, the whole person does not seem to have the pride of a person who practices martial arts, but a bit of an elegant master of Chinese culture.

Ye gently sneered and said, "Freshen up and dress, can't you be afraid to come out?"

"It's too much of a deception. Fang Yixing's expression was embarrassed, but he had not inherited the martial nature of the Fang family's ancestors, and the pedantic celestial could not scold this girl to death, and a sullen breath blocked his chest made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Brother Fang Yan will come out soon, he will definitely give you a good look. A little boy with a tiger head shook his fist vigorously and said in a vicious voice.

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, a group of people burst out laughing.

"When will Fang Yan be able to beat Ye Wenrou? Ye Fang's two families compete every year, since the first competition ten years ago, when did Fang Yan win our family Wenrou?"

"That's it, the first time I was beaten on the head, I couldn't get out of bed for more than ten days, right? Gentleness is a martial arts genius that the Ye family has rarely encountered in a hundred years. ”

"The second time I broke my left leg, the third time I knocked out two front teeth------- let's just say the most recent time, I was gently beaten by our family and lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, ouch, that ridiculous look------"

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"Long-tongued child. Fang Yixing's expression was embarrassed, and he pointed at the group of men in the Ye family who were mocking his son and scolded: "Long-tongued child." ”

This time, he wanted to argue for his son, but ----- but what they said was the truth.

Ye Wenrou waved her hand very dryly, and said, "It's useless to talk more, let Fang Yan come out to compete." He's not a kid with a long tongue, so he'll see the truth under his hands. ”

Fang Yixing turned to look at his wife and said, "Go and call Fang Yan out for me, the men of our Fang family would rather die in battle than bear such humiliation." ”

"Master, it's not good, it's not good------ a young disciple ran over with a look of urgency.

"What's wrong? "Fang Yixing doesn't like his family and subordinates the most, panicked and doesn't have a calm bearing.

"The young master ran away. The young master ran away. The little disciple said with a sad face.

"Ran away?" Fang Yixing's face jerked. "Why did you run away, where did you run?"

"I don't know. The little disciple said. "The young master left a letter. ”

"Hurry up. ”

"It's not for the master, it's for Miss Ye. ”

"---------" Fang Yixing felt that his whole person was a little bad. Is this son his own?

"Bile mice. Ye Wenwen was stunned for a while, then sneered. "Give me the letter. ”

The little disciple didn't dare to disobey the words of this violent woman, and hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.

Ye Wenrou opened the letter and found that there was only a message like a limerick: Stinky woman, good men don't fight with women, and good dogs don't get in the way. I'm gone, and I'm not seen again!!

"Fang Yan. ”

Ye Wenrou's eyes were full of murder, and when he rubbed his palms together, the plain letter turned into a puff of green smoke.

"Let you flee to the ends of the earth, and I will crush your bones and scatter ashes. ”

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Suzaku Middle School. The best private high school in Flower City.

Fang Yan stood at the gate of the school, looking at the young girls who were wearing white shirts and plaid short skirts and chirping and walking past him with a youthful atmosphere, he took a deep breath of fragrant air, and said to himself with an intoxicated face: "I firmly believe that wearing a white translucent shirt with a black B inside."

A looming student girl is the sexiest goddess. ”

"It's better to be beaten every year than to run away secretly. Fang Yan's handsome face showed a hint of hideousness: "Ye Wenrou, you dead three-eight, dominatrix, I'm afraid you will never think that I will come to the school to be a teacher, right? Am I the kind of poor, cowardly and undignified man who casually beats people up?"

After asking this question, which didn't need anyone to answer, Fang Yan was inexplicably sad.

At least------ she has to beat Ye Wenrou, that savage woman, once a year. It's like a cat eating fish and a dog eating meat, and Ultraman wants to fight a little monster, this is the rule.

Straightened the neckline of his white shirt, took out a pair of black-framed glasses from the left pocket of his clothes and put them on, and took out a small mirror from the pocket of his clothes on the right to look at his facial features and hairstyle, and made sure that there were no unknown objects in the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but praise: "A talent." ”

An obese middle-aged man trotted over, passed past Fang Yan's side, and quickly retreated back like a ball, looked at Fang Yan suspiciously, and asked, "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"

"I am. Fang Yan nodded.

"Are you really Fang Yan?" Zheng Jing's face was full of incredulity. Didn't you say that he should pick up a new teacher? How could he be such ------a young and somewhat excessive fellow?

If he stood on the podium to give a lecture, how embarrassing would it be for the slightly old-looking students sitting in the audience?

"You're older than the teacher. Will this sentence become the most vicious verbal attack of Suzaku Middle School?

"It's like a fake. Fang Yan said with a smile.

"I'm the director of the President's Office, Zheng Jing. Zheng Jing looked Fang Yan up and down seriously, and after ruling out the possibility that this was a prank, he raised his heavy head and said, "The principal is invited." ”

Office of the Vice-Chancellor.

Fang Yan looked at this bright and spacious but elegantly decorated office, and determined two things in his heart: first, Suzaku Middle School was very wealthy, and the welfare of the teachers was very good. Secondly, the vice-president in charge of personnel establishment is a woman.

The vice principal was not there, and the fat man who brought him in poured him a cup of tea and left in a hurry, leaving him alone in the empty room.

Fang Yan waited for a long time, the hot water cooled, the fragrance of tea dissipated, and the vice principal who wanted to see him was still nowhere to be found.

He stood up and stretched, then walked around the office to take a look.

Soon, his eyes were drawn to a tall vase in the corner.

The streamlined Eucalyptus echoes straight into the clouds, and the colorful yellow Furou is lazily dotted in the echelon state, which looks very beautiful.

"Ascending the ladder?" Fang Yan had a feeling of instant amazement. I didn't expect to see the difficult flower arrangement technique of 'climbing the ladder' here.

He squatted down to admire it carefully, and then shook his head slightly: "The heat is not enough." ”

I wanted to turn away, but I stopped.

After hesitating again and again, I finally couldn't help but pick up the scissors on the windowsill and trim them 'click' and 'click'.

The big opening and closing, the means are ruthless, and it looks like he has a grudge against this pot of flowers.

Syllable!

Lu Chaoge pushed open the office door and saw a strange man squatting in the corner of the wall and waving scissors to destroy his favorite flower arrangement, and the ground was in a mess.

She had a feeling of fainting and fainting, her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, and she shouted urgently, "What are you doing?"

Fang Yan was working attentively, devoting himself to the work in his hands, and when he heard this explosion, he replied, "No." ”

(PS: No matter what you think, I'm trying to kill you anyway!!)