The two took the elevator, reached the fifth floor, pushed the door in, and entered the living room.

Fang Lan looked around, there were three people in the hall, an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man, sitting idlely, one occupied a table, and they were silent to each other, each busy with personal affairs, and did not speak.

The old man, who was about fifty years old, was in good spirits, holding a knife in his left hand and a wooden block in his right hand, the tip of which was waving, and he was concentrating on carving a wooden carving. His knife skills are outstanding, a few knives down, the outline of the wood carving has been revealed, and then a few more knives, eyebrows and limbs, all of them are prepared, rough and coarse, carved is a girl, heroic posture, lively and healthy.

The middle-aged man was a fat man, thirty-five years old, with pimples on both sides of his cheeks, full of acne scars, smiling and grinning, holding a pencil in his hand, and pressing several pieces of rice paper under the pen, pencil style, paper texture, all of which were things from the pond fish restaurant, Zhou Jianwei bought them early in the morning, so that when Fang Lan was applying, he could record the information. At present, the middle-aged man does not tell himself, and he has made a graffiti vessel.

But seeing his chubby fingers drawing urgently, a picture jumped on the paper, although it was only pure black, the characters in the painting, their expressions and temperaments, were all vivid as life. The girl glanced at it slightly, only glanced at it, her face was flushed, she scolded lightly, turned her head, and was hot.

It turns out that the characters in the painting are all spring. The most annoying thing is that the male protagonist in the painting has thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, as if he is a middle-aged fat man himself, the number of hostesses varies, some one, some several people, all beautiful, not female stars, or white-collar anchors, all of them are popular flowers.

Fang Lan laughed in his heart, "This dead fat man can daydream." Fuck, this guy has a vulgar character, but his painting style is first-class, and he has a bit of Tang Yin's charm. ”

Gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes, and said, "Miss Zhao, do you like this painting?" I'll think of a way to send you later. ”

The girl was annoyed when she heard this, glared at him fiercely, and scolded: "Die! I was flustered, for fear that Fang Lan would do what he said, and really begged for the painting to give it to himself, and stained his eyes.

Fang Lan was originally teasing her, but when she saw that the girl was angry, she knew that the joke was too big, coughed, and went to look at the young man.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, the same age as Fang Lan, but his muscles were tangled, and he was reincarnated from Schwarzenegger. His tiger's eyes were wide open, his forehead was covered with sweat, rolling and flowing, he held an iron ball in his palm, pinched it gently, clicked, the iron ball shattered, and became a pile of iron clay.

Fang Lan was secretly surprised, "This young man's hand strength is extraordinary, and his real kung fu is extremely high." Holding iron into mud, with my current efforts, I have practiced hard for ten years, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to do. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became, and I was relieved that the iron ball in the young man's hand was fake, not pure iron, but doped with gold and soft aluminum alloys, although it was still strong and not easy to rub. Play, but it is crushed by a martial arts master, but it is enough to do it, at least Fang Lan is confident that it can be easily completed.

He untied the knot, and in a good mood, approached the round table, chose a random chair, and sat down lazily.

The girl's steps were light, she took out the teapot and cup from the tray, and poured a bowl of tea from Fang Lan below. She behaves elegantly, calmly, and when she takes it away, she is in compliance with the regulations, and she has obviously learned the etiquette of the tea ceremony.

The middle-aged man was the most cowardly, and it was the girl's turn to pour tea for herself, stretched out her palm, touched the back of her hand, and said with a hippie smile: "What a handsome little girl, did you promise your mother-in-law?" ”

The girl's face turned pale, she lifted the teapot casually, boiled water in the pot, and poured an ancient brain on the middle-aged cheek, and planned to come with a water scalding fat pig, a small punishment.

The middle-aged man saw the intention, smiled, did not dodge, opened a big mouth, gobbled up, took a few sips, and ate half of a pot of boiling tea, without leaking, and received it all into his stomach. The boiling water of 100 degrees passed through the throat, talking and laughing freely, and not a single hair fell out.

The girl was startled, for fear that the middle-aged would come to tease her again, so she ran to Fang Lan's side and drilled into his arms, only calling for help.

Seeing that the two were intimate, Fang Lan had delicate facial features and a good temperament, he was inexplicably angry, stood up with a bang, strode like flying, rushed to Fang Lan, and said viciously: "Boy, do heroes save beauty?" Come on, brothers take a hand. ”

Fang Lan's face did not change, his left hand caressed the girl's back, comforted him softly, stretched out his right hand, snapped on the ground, shook the palm of the middle-aged man, and sneered: "This is what you said." "With the strength in his hand, he used fifty percent of his strength to secretly carry the chalcedony true trick.

The middle-aged only felt that the palms of his hands were burning, like a soldering iron, his fat face changed color in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled and dripped, and he wailed "Oops, oops...... Fuck stinky boy, hurry up and ...... Let go. ”

Fang Lan's face sank, "What do you call me?" "The sound is like ice, piercing the bone marrow.

The middle-aged man shivered inexplicably, touched Fang Lan's eyes, lowered his head, and shouted, "Okay...... Hero...... Uncle, little brother, spare ...... Spare the fat pig this time. ”

Fang Lan didn't think much of himself, and when he saw him begging for mercy, he asked the girl, "Miss Zhao, what do you say?" Do you want to spare him? ”

The girl smiled: "It's okay to spare him, but it can't be so easy." Lifting his legs and feet, he kicked the middle-aged butt a few times, and clapped his palms, "The grievances are clear, you can release people." ”

Fang Lan nodded, let go of his palm, waved his hand, the middle-aged man took a few steps back, sat down on the chair with his ass, his right palm was burning, swollen like a pig's trotter, baring his teeth and grinning, and the ghost kept screaming.

Fang Lan patted the girl on the shoulder, motioned for her to sit next to him, looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said lightly: "Your name is Hu Weiwei, nicknamed 'Fat Pig', the chief coach of the county gymnasium, I'm not wrong." ”

The fat pig was apprehensive about him, and nodded, "Yes, it's Lao Tzu." How do you know about the fat man? ”

This question is asked by idiots because everything candidates recall. Jing, the information hall had been found out in advance, and they were sent to Fang Lan's pillow one by one. When the young man heard this, he simply ignored it, frowned, and said, "You are here to apply, so it's best to be honest with me." Why don't you leave the position of head coach and come here to apply for a job? ”

The fat pig looked at him sideways, looked ignorant, and asked, "Are you the chief examiner?" The questions just raised are top secret, and I will only talk to the examiner. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "Do you think I look like the examiner?" ”

The fat pig's heart tightened, pondered for a long time, and said: "Look at the age is not the same, but the temperament and skills are a little similar, and I am not sure if it is like it, so you will be like." Well, you're the examiner, and it's okay to tell you some secrets. The reason why I came here was only because my hands were cheap, and I accidentally touched the buttocks of the owner's wife, and the old guy was furious and immediately swept me out. The fat man is in the rivers and lakes, has no job, and always has to find a job to support his family, and happened to see that your salary is not low, so he came to try his luck. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "Do you think I will use you?" ”

The fat pig looked decadent, and sighed long, "I touched your lover's little hand, and it was like touching the buttocks of the owner's wife, and I committed a big taboo." As long as you kid is a normal person, how can you use me? Although the fat man is lustful, his brain is not funny, so he will leave. He stood up and wanted to leave.

Fang Lan stopped him, "Wait, you have to go, it's not too late to listen to the young master's conclusion before leaving." What if I decide to hire you, will I still leave? ”

The fat pig turned his head to look at him, and asked with joy in his heart, "Aren't you talking about people?" ”

Fang Lan smiled slightly, and said to himself, "Fat pig: born in 20 years." Birthday: The eighth day of August. The chief coach of the county sports management, lustful, greedy for cups, good at sketching, fine unlocking, locks all over the world, all of them. Taekwondo black belt 2 dan, karate black belt 1 dan, judo black belt 1 section, also practiced Jeet Kune Do ......" Speaking of this, he took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Although none of the boxing techniques have been practiced to the top, but the distraction is multi-purpose, and it can be regarded as a talent." As long as you agree to a few conditions, it doesn't hurt to stay and teach."

The fat pig looked vigilant: "What conditions?" If I don't get close to women, I'd better avoid it, I'd rather not be this bad. ”

Fang Lan smiled: "You are very smart, I really want you not to be close to women, let alone have the slightest ill-intentioned attitude towards the female disciples in the gang." Of course, you and I will, except for free love. Also, you have to drink less alcohol, and you must not make mistakes because of alcohol. You think about it, and if you can accept it, you sign this contract for ten years, and I will send it for ten years. ”

The fat pig laughed, "Don't think about it, the fat man refuses." He didn't even glance at Fang Lan, turned around and left.

Fang Lan seemed to have expected such an ending, and said with a smile: "Fat master, don't worry! If I said I could help you get rid of acne scars on your face, would you still be willing to leave them? ”

Hearing this, the fat pig stopped and said in a deep voice: "Is this true? "I know in my heart that the acne scars on my face are caused by too much hasty practice, which is caused by hurting the Yin and Kidney meridians, and every morning and night, the pain all over my body is cut by the knife, which is by no means an ordinary juvenile hormonal imbalance, which can be treated and treated. If it can really be cured, the meridians will be unblocked, and judo, karate, and taekwondo can all be improved, and the benefits are too many.

Fang Lan's tone was ethereal, and he said lightly: "Maybe it's true, maybe it's not true, if you want to know the answer, why don't you stay?" ”

The fat pig gritted his teeth, the young man in front of him was really hateful, just with an ambiguous word, he wanted to withdraw his ten years of freedom, and he was so angry that he really wanted to scold him. Thinking about it carefully, the young man's expression was calm, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were all full of confidence. After fighting for a long time, after all, reason defeated impulse, and stomped his foot fiercely, "Okay!" Fat man believes you this time, the contract is brought, I will sign it! Lifting the pencil, shaking it, filling in the name, throwing the pen away, and said evilly: "Little guy, if you lie to me, the fat master will not rest with you!" With a flash of footsteps, he walked out of the gate.