Back at Hu's house, Ang Lee fulfilled his obligation to teach the students.

When eating dinner, Li An found that his beard was sullen and knew that it was related to the recruitment of students in the past two days.

From the first day Jack came to report, the third day reached the largest number of reports in a single day, and today not even a single student has been recruited.

Whoever changes will have a gap in their hearts.

Especially for Beard, who had completely closed the beard stinky tofu shop, it was as if he saw the door of hope, but the door suddenly closed again before entering.

This afternoon, Hu Zi had already instructed Zhao Jian to take a few new students to the street to distribute leaflets, but it turned out to be ineffective at all.

Li An knew that sooner or later Hu Zi would hit him with his idea, so after dinner, he slipped to the Ten Bowls Noodle Restaurant to make a tooth sacrifice, and did not return until very late.

Early the next morning, Ang Lee was still gagged with his beard.

"Xiao Anzi, there are already two students who have not been recruited." The beard said with a sad face.

"Haven't we already recruited a lot of students?"

Ang Lee thinks that Beard is a little aggressive, and the number of students recruited in recent days is many times greater than the total number of students recruited by Beard in the past ten years.

"Yes. Recently, we have recruited a lot of students, but we haven't recruited a single student for two days in a row, which is definitely not a good sign.

Remember, our Huzi Martial Arts Hall shoulders the heavy responsibility of carrying forward the martial arts of Huaguo.

If you can't recruit students, how can you accomplish such a difficult task? ”

The beard sighed.

After all, it's not about the money.

Alas.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Li An knew that he couldn't hide, so he asked, "Uncle, is there anything I can do?" ”

That's what the beard was waiting for, and he immediately came to the spirit.

"Xiao Anzi, it's actually very simple, you just need to accompany Zhao Jian out to distribute flyers, and by the way, demonstrate your pig slap Dafa!"

Is this to put yourself on the show?

Ang Lee did not discriminate against street performers, but felt that martial arts were very sacred, and it was an offense to martial arts to use them to perform on the streets.

"Uncle. If other people don't know, can you still not know?

There's no slap in the face at all, that's just my nonsense. ”

Hu Zi smiled dryly: "Of course this uncle knows, but we have to adapt to the needs of the market."

Since some people like to slap pigs, then we must promote this kind of martial arts.

Even if you don't, you have to find a way to create! ”

His voice paused slightly, and his beard straightened his face.

"Xiao Anzi, you won't even help with this little favor, right?

You know.

Uncle's memory is very poor, if your mother leaves you some message, and I suddenly forget ......"

Li Ang found that Beard's eloquence was very good, and he knew what his weakness was, so he could only choose to surrender.

"Okay. Uncle, I'll just do what you say. ”

Beard smiled triumphantly, and then Ang Lee went to eat.

At the dinner table, Hu Jing still didn't speak, only occasionally when she saw Li An, her eyes would speak.

"Hooligans."

Whenever he saw Hu Jing's eyes, Ang Lee was a little crazy.

"Girl, brother is not a hooligan!"

It's Saturday, and people who have been tired all day like to sleep in, and there aren't many people on the street in the morning.

Ang Lee's street performance was scheduled at noon when the crowds were at its highest, and there was nothing to do in the morning.

Because Saturday is a full-day class, there are many students who come to the martial arts hall to study, so when it comes to lunch, the martial arts hall will take care of a meal.

Beard will not let go of any opportunity to use Ang Lee, and gives the task of cooking to Ang Lee.

Ang Lee has been self-reliant since he was a child, and things like cooking can't stump him.

After breakfast, Li Ang went to prepare the ingredients, and then prepared lunch on the third floor.

There were not many people on the second floor, and the students on Saturday were divided into three parts, practicing martial arts on the first floor, the second floor, and the rooftop.

Hu Jing, Zhao Jian, and Hu Zi served as instructors respectively to teach basic martial arts.

When Li Anxi came back, he had a photo with Hu Jing who went to the bathroom.

Hu Jing didn't say anything at that time, but muttered a sentence when she was leaving.

"The beard is sloppy, and at first glance it is a hooligan."

"You ......"

Li An was speechless and looked in the mirror.

When he was in the jungle, he didn't have a razor, and Ang Lee didn't shave for half a year.

Slowly, I got used to this look, so much so that I didn't think about shaving for more than a week in Los Angeles.

In the mirror, Li Anjunlang's face is matched with a beard, with a sense of vicissitudes.

"Well, it's pretty handsome."

Ang Lee praised in the mirror, thinking of two people in his mind.

One is a bearded man who plays ball, and the other is a bearded man with an AK rifle in his hand.

"The beard is sloppy, and at first glance it is a hooligan."

Hu Jing's words sounded in his ears, and Li An shook his head vigorously.

Forget it, in order not to make people think that Lao Tzu is a hooligan, let's say goodbye to the beard.

As ruthless, Ang Lee picked up the razor and shaved his beard clean.

looked in the mirror again, missing the sense of vicissitudes, but regaining the youthful vitality of the past.

"Now Lao Tzu won't be a hooligan, right?"

Ang Lee said in the mirror that he was very satisfied with his current look, and the only thing he had to worry about was whether he would be harassed by more girls when he walked on the street.

When lunch was almost ready, there was a sudden commotion downstairs.

Li An thought that someone had come to learn martial arts again, so he leaned over to the window to take a look and found that it was not the same thing at all.

I saw a few ronins wearing island country wave costumes standing at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

It's familiar.

Li An quickly remembered that these ronins were the same Musashi people he had taught a week ago with the Dafa of slapping pigs.

In addition to these island pigs, there are also more than a dozen guys with cameras and cameras, who look like media people, and are surrounding an island pig wearing a karate uniform and a black belt around his waist.

Whether it is the media or several island pigs in Musashi, they all have great respect for this guy in a karate suit.

It's hard to understand that several island pigs, including Musashi, are learning karate, and the most powerful Musashi among them is only the strength of the red belt.

In the face of a black belt, it is natural to be very respectful.

It seems that a master has been found to take revenge.

Ang Lee immediately figured out why the pigs from the island country came here.

To be honest, Ang Lee doesn't care how many island pigs come, what makes him a little taboo is those media.

Since the lesson of the Grim Reaper Forum, Ang Lee knows what it means to be low-key.

The last time I taught Musashi on the street, I was filmed, and if it was reported by the media this time, I guess I would be famous again.

This is famous, and the troubles of the past will come to the door closely.

No, I'll have to figure out how to get past this.

Ang Lee's mind was spinning.

(End of chapter)