Huang Zhen was in front, walking with his hands behind his back, and Yang Hui was behind, following slowly.
A tall, thin man with a paralyzed face followed an old man who came from the countryside with great respect, walking very slowly.
This pair of master and apprentice is an extremely strange combination as they walk on the road.
Yang Hui is a super stupid gourd, and Huang Zhen, an old man, doesn't talk much. If it weren't for his kung fu, it would be difficult for the master and apprentice to say a word all day long.
To an outsider, this is a pair of passers-by who have nothing to do with each other.
Huang Zhen was walking, stopped, and looked back at Yang Hui.
Yang Hui also stopped and looked at the master.
Eyes facing each other.
This apprentice's talent is good, but he is too boring. Even a person like Huang Zhen, who doesn't talk much, sometimes finds it unbearable.
"Yang Hui, do you have anything to ask me?" Huang Zhen finally couldn't bear it anymore. Compared to Yang Hui, Han Jun's personality attracted him more. Unfortunately, his personality was too lovable and he was too talented. Boring.
There is no perfect one.
"No," Yang Hui replied boringly.
Huang Zhen looked at him quietly: "Why did I accept you as my disciple, why did my leg break, why did I abandon your two brothers, what have I been doing all these years, why did I become worse after breaking my leg? I have downplayed many things, why didn’t I let you and that kid continue to fight...in these years, you have never asked me questions, do you really not want to ask?"
"No," Yang Hui replied.
Huang Zhen sighed softly and looked at his apprentice in front of him. From the first time he saw him, he was fighting a few street gangsters. His eyes at that time were cold and blank, and they are still like this now.
In this apprentice's mind, there is no reason why he should do it, only what he should do.
Yang Hui, a straight-haired man, stands up straight, with dull and cold eyes. He should be a killer. This profession is more suitable for him. Stop talking, I will accept you as my disciple, and you won't even let go...
Even Huang Zhen, a master of Chinese martial arts, curled up his lips and said, "Damn,"
Can you fucking act like a normal person? I am almost vomiting blood when I become your master. Can you tell some jokes and stories?
Yang Hui remained silent and motionless, like an ice sculpture.
According to normal circumstances, it should be like this.
Disciple: "Master, why don't you ask me to continue testing Chen Zhe's kung fu?"
Then the master pretended to be incomprehensible: "As a master, you have your own reasons, don't ask too many questions,"
Then the disciple Yang Hui said: "But Master..."
Then Huang Zhen said again: "Don't ask anymore, you will understand later,"
Then the disciple stopped talking.
This is normal.
But Huang Zhen and Yang Hui are like this.
Huang Zhen: "You didn't want to ask, didn't you?"
Yang Hui: "I don't want to,"
Huang Zhen: "You really don't want to ask,"
Yang Hui: "Really,"
Huang Zhen nodded, turned around and continued walking forward, while Yang Hui still followed behind without saying a word.
After walking a certain distance, Huang Zhen sighed: "I have been entrusted by others over the years to find a young man with a strange appearance. It is related to that person's life and death, no, it is the life and death of many people."
"Um,"
"Did you notice that the young man named Chen Zhe didn't. When he turned around, the power of his left hand exploded when he struck out. That was not his own power. If it was all the power, he could not bear it. It is very likely that he is The person we are looking for,"
"Um,"
If Yang Hui hadn't said two words "um", Huang Zhen would have been talking to the wall.
In other words, Yang Hui was considerate of his master's words and gave him a "hmm" to give him face, otherwise he would be stingy with every word.
"I want to tell that person this news and let him come and see if he is the person he is looking for,"
"good,"
Huang Zhen asked Yang Hui: "Give me your mobile phone. I want to make a call."
"No," Yang Hui shook his head.
He really doesn't have it because he has no money. He really doesn't have it because he doesn't need it.
Huang Zhen didn’t either…
At this time, Huang Zhen missed his other apprentice Han Jun very much, not because he was lovable, but because Han Jun had a mobile phone.
"Go and borrow a mobile phone," Huang Zhen said.
"good,"
Yang Hui agreed and walked towards a couple of college students who came over. The couple was startled and thought they had encountered a robber.
"Can you lend me your cell phone?" Yang Hui said a few more words this time because he was asking for something.
The boy of the couple pulled the girl behind him: "Why should I borrow it from you? It's your own."
"I don't have a mobile phone," Yang Hui said calmly.
"You're sick, you're a liar, let's go," the boy pulled his girlfriend, and the two of them turned and ran away, running very fast, for fear that Yang Hui would grab her.
This has nothing to do with Yang Hui. It has been reported many times in the news that someone borrows a mobile phone and then runs away. No one is willing to lend the phone to others. What if it is a liar? Of course, if a beautiful woman borrows the mobile phone, the chance of success should be higher. High point.
The master and apprentice looked at each other.
Huang Zhen practiced the most traditional Kung Fu in China. He attached great importance to the word tradition and resisted high-tech things from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he searched all over the country and only remembered a few phone numbers in his mind so that no one could contact him. It’s fine if you don’t.
I thought that the phone was unnecessary, but now it seems that it is quite useful sometimes.
"Do you want to use your cell phone?"
When Huang Zhen and Yang Hui turned around, a girl with a gentle appearance and fair skin wearing a white dress stood in front of them, holding an ordinary mobile phone in her hand.
It was Shen Rongrong who was following them.
A girl like Shen Rongrong has gentleness and demureness in her bones. No one will have a bad impression when they see her.
Of course, Chen Qi doesn't like her. It's not that he doesn't like her as a person, but that he doesn't like her as his sister-in-law.
Jiang Xiaoqiao doesn't like her because he regards her as his love rival from the bottom of his heart.
They don't hate Shen Rongrong herself.
"Yes," Yang Hui nodded.
He had met Shen Rongrong, who was with Chen Zhe, and knew that she was Chen Zhe's friend.
Shen Rongrong's face turned red: "Not many people will be willing to lend you their mobile phones for no reason. I am willing to lend you my mobile phone...because I want you to do me a favor,"
Huang Zhen frowned and looked at this girl. She was clean, delicate, and her body and eyes were just like a piece of white paper. She was not from the same world as Master Huang Zhen Yang Hui.
What can she ask for?
Eight poles can't be hit. It may not be easy for her to make demands on herself.
Huang Zhen vaguely felt that this request might bring some trouble to him.
Borrowing a mobile phone is not a big deal. Huang Zhen has been looking for it for more than ten years, so he doesn't have to make this call in a hurry. But this girl's gentle and peaceful feeling doesn't seem to have any other purpose. Huang Zhen can't help but say it. He asked: "What do you want?"
Shen Rongrong smiled slightly: "I know you are all very powerful people. I want to learn kung fu from you. Can you teach me?"
Learn Kung Fu.
Such a gentle and clean girl.
Shen Rongrong looked at Huang Zhen's face and immediately added: "Even if you don't agree to it, I will lend you my phone, but I just want to learn some kung fu."
Master Huang Zhen and Yang Hui didn't have mobile phones and wanted to make calls. Almost everyone had a mobile phone and they could find it no matter what they wanted. Of course, Shen Rongrong couldn't threaten the two of them with this thing. That would be the behavior of an idiot, so she spoke softly. , considered a request.
If you don’t have atomic bombs and only I have them, there is still the possibility of hoarding them. Small mobile phones cannot be considered a threat.
It's just an excuse to talk.
Huang Zhen frowned: "For girls, reading and writing, being gentle and gentle is enough, but being more responsible is better."
Shen Rongrong lowered her head and said softly: "I thought so at the beginning, but it didn't work. There are always people who want to bully me, and there are always people who want to bully the people I care about. I have no big ambitions, I just don't want to be bullied."
Before Huang Zhen could answer, she respectfully handed over the phone.
Huang Zhen didn't answer the phone and turned to look at Yang Hui: "A bit like you,"
There is no similarity between a gentle and mellow girl and a violent man with a cold face.
Who knew Yang Hui nodded: "A bit like me,"
Who knows where they are talking about.
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Chen Zhe and Jiang Chen looked around, and Jiang Chen became anxious: "The things are still here, where have the people gone?"
She was really afraid that Shen Rongrong would be bullied because of her beautiful and gentle appearance. To Jiang Chen, Shen Rongrong was a delicate camellia that needed to be protected.
The books were all placed where they were. Jiang Chen picked up Shen Rongrong's things and went to the women's restroom.
After looking at each squatting position, there were several frightened screams from the women's restroom. Jiang Chen stretched his head out of the women's restroom: "There is no one here, where can I go?"
Chen Zhe walked out of the men's room: "There's nothing here either..."
"Fart, you think Rongrong is such a pervert and go to the men's restroom," Jiang Chen glared at him.
"Nonsense, I want to go to the women's restroom, that's a perversion," Chen Zhe replied.
Jiang Chen's eyebrows were as angry as diamonds, and Chen Zhe ignored him. The two of them searched the area, but they didn't see Shen Rongrong. Just as they were leaving the Taekwondo gym to look outside, Shen Rongrong had already come in from the outside: "What's wrong with you guys?" ,"
"Hey Rongrong, where have you been? No one messed with you," Jiang Chen hurried over and looked left and right, fearing that Shen Rongrong was missing a hair.
Shen Rongrong smiled and said: "It's okay, I went to buy some ice cream,"
He handed one to Jiang Chen and one to Chen Zhe. She smiled lightly, but Chen Zhe looked thoughtful when he saw her.
"Let's go home," Shen Rongrong smiled slightly, took the book from Jiang Chen's hand, and went home with Chen Zhe.
The words "go home together" made Jiang Chen furious. She yelled: "Why go home together? It's like a couple. I tell you Chen Zhe, don't have any evil thoughts about our Rongrong. Are you worthy of it?" Fuck her,"
"But she lives in my house," Chen Zhe smiled.
Seeing his smile, Jiang Chen felt like punching him in the face, but he had also seen Chen Zhe's skills just now, and he really couldn't beat him.