Chapter 67 (1/2)

After lunch, berish and the prince came back. Wisteria wood seats were placed in Mu Zixing's office, and they also successfully entered the martial arts department to study.

It has to be said that in today's society, what rich people want to do is simple. However, there are some things that you can't do even if you have money. The problem of teachers in the martial arts department can not be solved by money now.

There is no teacher in class. Every afternoon, the students of the martial arts department can only look at me. I look at you. I don't know what to do.

The prince and prissy were eager to stay away from reading all day. Of course, they liked such days. After losing to Han Fei, sun Shengnan and Gao Feng hid and muttered to discuss, and then worked overtime to practice Kung Fu. They didn't seem to be interested in learning.

Besides, there are no other people in the martial arts department. So. Only Han Fei really cares about learning!

Han Fei regretted giving the letter to Mu Zixing. Because when he walked into the classroom in the afternoon, Han Fei knew he had chosen the wrong major. Before he came, Mu Zixing was only three people in the martial arts department. Now he and others joined, and there are not enough people to fill a table for dinner.

In a major, there is only one dean who is also a teacher. Of the five students. The other two are to spend money on Wisteria wood seats, and then go to the relationship between wealth and wealth.

Berish and the prince worked all morning, and after drinking last night, they took aphrodisiac, which was also very frustrating. He pulled several tables to make a bed and lay on it to take a nap. It is called tonifying sleep and nourishing the body. He should share weal and woe with his senior brothers and sisters.

There are five students and one teacher. The school has given three classrooms. The hardware support should be great.

However, in addition to Mu Zixing's office, the other two classrooms are more appropriately described as warehouses.

The classroom on the far side is used for practicing kung fu. Although there is no hole in the ceiling and there is no blue sky and white clouds, you can see from the map texture on the flower board that day that the classroom must leak when it rains. There are several sandbags in the classroom of more than 100 square meters. Some rusty dumbbells and barbells are lost in the corner, and there is nothing else.

This is the place for professional classes in the martial arts department. There are windows on all three sides and the lighting is very good. There is basically no glass, so the ventilation is better. Even if it is more than 40 degrees outside, it is cool to stand in this classroom.

The second classroom is where prissy and the prince sleep now. The podium, multimedia and more than a dozen seats are new, which accounts for more than half of the classroom space. Even if Han Fei and others are full, they can only use half of half, so per capita occupies the teaching area, and the martial arts department can rank first in the whole school.

The second half of the classroom is even more wonderful. Near the east window, there are gas hoods and gas bottles, a small iron pot and several pairs of dishes and chopsticks, which are similar to the layout of migrant workers' tents. Because it is not clean enough, many flies still dance in the sun.

On the other side as like as two peas, the curtain of the curtain was covered with sweat, and the smell of sweat was just the same as that of the peak. Through the gap, you can see that there is an old double bed in it. Needless to ask, I sleep here at the peak of the night.

Sun Shengnan and Gao Feng were busy practicing kung fu every day before Han Fei and others came. In Mu Zixing's words, there is no final exam in the martial arts department anyway. Your grades depend on who is good at Kung Fu.

When they are usually bored, Gao Feng always wants to invite senior sister sun Shengnan to talk about life in her double bed. But he was cursed and even beaten every time. More often, they sit cross legged on the desk. The four eyes are relatively motionless, which is why Han Fei came in the morning and the classroom was empty and no one responded.

Han Fei, who has never read a book, originally planned to carry his schoolbag and buy some stationery boxes from the school. Look at the new textbooks and books left moldy by the window. Han feiqing fortunately didn't take anything, otherwise he would be laughed at by Gao Feng and sun Shengnan.

Obviously, he is a vulgar martial artist. He pretends to be gentle. You can use your fist to solve the problem. It takes no brains!

When he was in yinghun mountain, Han Fei often looked at the blue sky and was eager to sit in a clean and tidy classroom, smell the fragrance of books and compete with his classmates to answer the teacher's questions.

Finally, he had the opportunity to study, but he entered such a nondescript major, which hurt Han Fei's eager heart. After much thought, Han Fei walked into Mu Zixing's office and put forward reasonable requirements for changing his major.

”Did I invite you to the martial arts department?” The brand-new Wisteria chair cost more than 100000 yuan, which is the most valuable furniture in my office. Beware of Han Fei breaking his chair. Mu Zixing smiled and motioned Han Fei to sit on the sofa and chat, asking amiably.

”No!”

”Did I promise you to enter the martial arts major at the beginning?”

”No!”

”Look! I didn't invite you, you do it yourself! I just refused, and then you didn't go. You defeated me and destroyed my chair and teapot. I reluctantly promised you to study martial arts! This shows that you are determined to enter the martial arts department, right? ”

”--” Han Fei wanted to say no, but his face turned red and he couldn't say anything against his heart.

Han Fei was speechless, and Mu Zixing was more energetic.

”What do martial arts practitioners pay most attention to? sincerity! What's your name now? Before lunch, it's still an attitude that if you don't want me, I'll die and show you. After lunch, I want to go back and leave. How can I do such a thing? Is that what your master taught you? ”

Han Fei's face flushed and his palms sweated. Looking at Mu Zixing, his lips trembled and couldn't speak.

He was cheap and chose to go to the Institute of physical education. What makes Han Fei more depressed is. He believed in bailishee and the prince, and even chose martial arts. He met an old demon like Mu Zixing. Hard work certainly won't work. Han Fei feels he needs to change his mind.