"Fan Wei, no, I thought about it, but I still felt that I must be your teacher." In class, Guo Zijing grabbed Fan Wei's arm tightly and spoke this for the fiftieth time.

Fan Wei was almost defeated by him and said speechlessly, "I'll ask you, classmate Guo Zijing, can we change the topic? You have been entangled with me for four classes today. I said it very clearly. Without my master's consent, I will definitely not be able to accept disciples. Also, even if I accept disciples, I will definitely not be able to teach you. Learning martial arts requires understanding and time. You, a college student, don't know anything, how can you learn?"

"Excuses, you're just saying excuses!" Guo Zijing curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Which martial arts master has not been successful after practicing slowly? Why don't you say that talent is not talented? Besides, I don't become a master. I just need to ask that Ling Gao be beaten to death... Oh no, you can beat him. It's not difficult to have such a low requirement, right?"

"Isn't it difficult?" Fan Wei said with a hilarious smile, "Do you think that boy Ling Gao is easy to deal with? He has practiced judo for more than ten years. If you really want to learn from me, you may not be his opponent after leaving college."

Guo Zijing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and said dissatisfied, "What? It turns out that Chinese martial arts are so bad."

"What did you say?" Fan Wei glared at his eyes and was about to attack.

"Ah... I mean, the Chinese martial arts are so slow, how could anyone practice it..." Guo Zijing still didn't believe that young people like Fan Wei could calm down and practice martial arts that can only be effective in the long run?

"Whether you believe it or not, you can't learn martial arts well with your current mentality. If you want to learn martial arts, I suggest you go to the martial arts school to practice, and the effect may be better." Fan Wei said speechlessly, "I said you kid, you have to beat others. The truth is not measured by martial arts and fists, but by wisdom and ability. Just knowing that a guy who fights fiercely is called a martial arts fanatic, and there is no difference between an idiot."

"Okay okay, you always have many fallacies." Guo Zijing said this with a curious expression, and said in a low voice, "Tell me honestly, the beauty who came to find you on Saturday is An Youqi? My goodness, how did you know her? What does she have to do with you? Where did she take you there later?"

"This seems to be privacy. Can you not be so gossipy?" Fan Wei glared at him speechlessly, "An Youqi and I are classmates in high school. If you don't believe it, do you want me to go back to my hometown to issue you a certificate?"

"Uh... that's not necessary, but Fan Wei, I think I must go there in your hometown in my lifetime. Be good, there are so many beautiful women. Why are your classmates all at the school beauties level? The girls in your middle school must be all beautiful women, right?" Guo Zijing became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he was almost saliva not flowing out.

"If you put your thoughts on women in your studies, I promise you will have gone abroad to study in a world-renowned university." Fan Wei is really about to collapse. Should a bad friend like Guo Zijing be so interested in women...

Guo Zijing smiled disdainfully and said, "Tsk, even if I pass the exam, I won't go. Where can I get the money? My parents paid me the tuition for the harvest of farming for a year, so I just grind my mouth and grind it. I really want me to find a girlfriend, but I can't afford to raise others even if I can't raise myself?"

"Okay, okay, don't complain to me, I know you are wronged and you are poor." Fan Wei curled his lips, "Do you guy, don't have any money to eat?"

Guo Zijing, who was seen through, was obviously embarrassed and smiled apologized, "That's right. I have been having dinner with Xue Qiang these days, and I always feel a little embarrassed. With my tutoring just started this month, so I'm also tight. If it's convenient for you, how about lending me some money first?"

Fan Wei can think about it, but Guo Zijing is indeed shabby, a big man who has no money. Although Fan Wei is not very familiar with him, he is a roommate in the same dormitory after all. After getting along these days, this guy is more flirting with him, but he has no problem with his heart. It is much better than Ling Gao, a guy who is so arrogant that his eyes are almost looking at the sky. Borrowing money? Isn’t that a piece of cake for him?

"Okay, let's lend you money for the sake of our roommates." Fan Wei nodded, "How much do you want to borrow?"

When Guo Zijing saw hope, he couldn't help but stretch out three fingers with excitement and smiled silly, "That... If you think it's more, you can also be less. Don't worry, I will definitely return it to you after I received the tutor's salary this month."

Fan Wei couldn't help but smile, "You guy, are you playing a puzzle with me? Just stretch out these three fingers. I know what the unit is? Do you want to borrow 30,000? 300,000? Or 3 million? You have to say a number, right?"

"No, no, no, just lend me three hundred." Guo Zijing said embarrassedly, "Well, I know a little bit too much. After all, you also came from a poor county, and your family must be not having a good life. If not, you can borrow 100."

Fan Wei's veins are almost popping up, and it feels a bit ridiculous. What does it mean that someone who comes out of a poor county must be a poor person? What is this fallacy? It makes him seem that he can't even afford a few hundred yuan?

However, it was at this time that Fan Wei felt the gap between the poor and the rich again. Think about the more than 200,000 Louis XIII black pearl wine that Ling Gao randomly poured out that night. Looking at Guo Zijing today, he was tempted to borrow hundreds of dollars. Fan Wei also experienced this gap. When his father abandoned his mother and him, he was unforgettable to those hard days and would never forget them in his life.

Therefore, he never discriminates against the poor, nor looks down on them. Because he deeply knows the difficulties and pains of the poor. Faced with Guo Zijing's hesitant inquiry, Fan Wei patted his shoulder and said solemnly, "Guo Zijing, in this way, I will give you five thousand yuan to ensure your living expenses for this semester, and you just need to pay me back at the end of the semester, okay?"

"Really? Are you saying true?" Guo Zijing's eyes lit up, and he nodded inexplicably and said, "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely return it to you on time!"
Chapter completed!