The strongest sniper king

Chapter 442 come to the door
Back at Hu's house, Li An fulfilled his obligation to teach the students.

During dinner, Li An found that Beard was sullen, and knew that it had something to do with the recruitment of students in the past two days.

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

Anyone who changes will have a gap in their hearts.

Especially for Huzi, who has completely closed the Huzi Stinky Tofu Shop, he seems to have seen the door of hope, but before entering, the door suddenly closed again.

This afternoon, Huzi had ordered Zhao Jian to take a few new students to the street to distribute leaflets, but it turned out to be of no avail.

Li An knew that sooner or later Huzi would get his idea on him, so after dinner, he slipped to the Ten Bowl Noodle Restaurant to have a toothbrush, and didn't go back until very late.

Early the next morning, Li An was still blocked by his beard.

"Little Anzi, the two major schools have not recruited any students." Hu Zi said with a sad face.

"Haven't we already recruited many students?"

Li An thinks that Huzi is a bit aggressive, and the number of students recruited in the past few days is several times higher than the sum of students recruited by Huzi in the past ten years.

"Yes. We have recruited a lot of students recently, but we haven't recruited a single student for two consecutive days. This is definitely not a good sign.

Remember, our Huzi Martial Arts Academy shoulders the important task of promoting Huaguo martial arts.

If you can't recruit students, how can you complete such a difficult task? "

Beard sighed.

After all, it's not about money.

Ugh.

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?"

Huzi was waiting for this sentence, and immediately regained his spirits.

"Xiao Anzi, it's actually very simple. You just need to accompany Zhao Jian to distribute leaflets, and demonstrate your pig-slapping method by the way!"

Is this to put yourself on the show?

Ang Lee does not discriminate against street performers, but feels that martial arts are very sacred, and performing on the street is an offense to martial arts.

"Uncle. Others don't know, how can you not know?

There's no such thing as slapping a pig, that's just my nonsense. "

Huzi laughed dryly: "Of course this uncle knows, but we have to adapt to the needs of the market.

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

Even if you don't have one, you have to find a way to create it! "

His voice paused slightly, his beard straightened.

"Little Anzi, you don't even want to help with this little favor, do you?

You know.

Uncle’s memory is very poor, what if your mother leaves you some message, and I suddenly forget it”

Li An found that Huzi's eloquence is very good, and he knows what is his weakness, so he can only choose to surrender.

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

Hu Zi showed a triumphant smile, and then Li An went to eat.

At the dinner table, Hu Jing still kept silent, but when she saw Li An occasionally, her eyes would speak.

"rogue."

Whenever he saw Hu Jing's eyes, Li An felt a little crazy.

"Girl, brother is not a hooligan!"

Today is Saturday. People who are tired all day like to sleep in. There are not many people on the street in the morning.

Ang Lee's street performance was arranged at noon when there was the most traffic, and there was nothing to do in the morning.

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

Huzi would not let go of any opportunity to use Li An, and handed over the task of cooking to Li An.

Li An has been self-reliant since he was a child, and things like cooking can't trouble him.

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

The second floor couldn't accommodate many people, so the students on Saturday were divided into three groups, practicing martial arts on the first floor, the second floor, and the rooftop.

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

When Li Anxi came back from the ingredients, he met Hu Jing who was going to the bathroom.

Hu Jing didn't say anything at that time, but just muttered something before leaving.

"With a scruffy beard, he looks like a hooligan."

"you"

Li An was so angry that he couldn't speak, and looked in the mirror.

There was no razor in the jungle, and Li An didn't shave for half a year.

Gradually, I got used to my own style, so much so that I didn't even think about shaving after coming to Los Angeles for more than a week.

In the mirror, Li An Junlang's face is matched with a beard, which has a sense of vicissitudes.

"Well, it's still quite handsome."

Li An praised in the mirror, thinking of two people.

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

"With a scruffy beard, he looks like a hooligan."

Hu Jing's words rang 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 Hu Zi.

Relentless, Li An picked up the razor and shaved off his beard.

I looked in the mirror again, and the sense of vicissitudes was gone, but the youthful vitality of the past was restored.

"Now I can't be a hooligan, can I?"

Ang Lee said to the mirror that he is very satisfied with his current look, the only thing he needs to worry about is whether he will be harassed by more girls while walking on the street.

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

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

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

So familiar.

Li An quickly remembered that these ronin were the Musashi and others whom he had taught by slapping a pig a week ago.

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

Whether it is the media or Musashi and the pigs from the island countries, they all respect this guy in karate uniform.

It's hard to understand if you think about it, several island pigs, including Musashi, all learn karate, and Musashi, who is the most powerful among them, is only the strength of a red belt.

Facing a master black belt, he would naturally be very respectful.

It seems that a master was found to take revenge.

Li An immediately understood why the pigs from the island country came here.

To be honest, Li An didn't care how many pigs from the island country came, and it was the media that made him a little jealous.

After learning the lessons from the God of Death forum, Li An understands what it means to keep a low profile.

The last time he taught Musashi a lesson on the street was filmed, if this time it was widely reported by the media, he would probably become famous again.

With this fame, the troubles of the past will follow.

No, I have to find a way to pass this level.

Li An's mind was spinning.

(End of this chapter)