90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 121

Zhao Jia was not angry at all, because he had made up his mind that he would secretly pluck out all the bristles on Chen Feng's toothbrush when the time came.

Anzi and Xu Qing had just put their things in place when they heard the chattering of a few apprentices outside.

"Master, we are here to help!"

When Anzi opened the door, he saw several people who had already changed into training clothes.

Due to long-term martial arts training, several of them have thin muscles on their arms, and ordinary black training suits look pretty good on them.

Zhang Zhaonian had a camera hanging around his neck. "Master, come on, let's take a group photo!"

"What's so good about taking pictures of this?" Anzi muttered, but he walked over honestly.

She and Xu Qing also changed into combat uniforms, but without hats.

Everyone was laughing and joking on the playground. Zhang Zhaonian, the community leader, grabbed a passing student from the street and asked him to help take a few photos of him.

The one who helped take the photos was Qu Pan, and Zhang Zhaonian simply took a few solo photos of her.

The girl in the camera was a little reserved. She stood straight and saluted at the camera.

After Zhang Zhaonian finished taking a photo, Chen Feng went over with a smile and taught her a few poses, such as those for headaches, back pains, and cheek pains, which attracted many students passing by.

They were all young men and women, and they quickly became friends and took a lot of photos together in different styles.

An Zi looked at them laughing and made noises, with the corners of his lips raised in gloating. "Go ahead and laugh, I'll make you cry for your parents later."

The leading instructor this time was Master Fang. Looking at the students lined up in five rows, he silently frowned.

Grandma Luo and Master Huang, who were standing next to him, had the same expression.

Anzi is short, and when he raises his eyes he can see Master Huang's slightly trembling fingers behind his back. He must be quite nervous too.

"I'm your chief instructor. My last name is Fang. You can call me Instructor Fang. Without further ado, you already know the details. This training will last for two months. We will have two days off in the middle of each month. You can go to the dock and take a boat to leave the island... In short, I hope you will work hard. Even if you don't pass the selection, what you learn will be yours."

After Master Fang finished his lecture, he turned to look at Grandma Luo who was standing next to him and motioned for her to say a few words.

Grandma Luo didn't expect to be called out. She pursed her lips and said after a while, "My last name is Luo. I hope everyone can take my class seriously."

She really didn't have much to say, as no one in the circle was willing to take on this job.

Firstly, they don’t want to have too close a relationship with the official authorities, and secondly, they look down on such a makeshift team.

Even if it sounds good on the surface - the special operations team, but in two months it will probably only be able to train a group of rabble, which will ruin its own reputation.

Grandma Luo had no other choice. Her daughter was in trouble and she urgently needed money to save her life, otherwise she would not have come.

As for Master Huang, he was simply inexperienced and knew nothing. He heard that food and lodging were provided and there was money to be made, so he just worked and taught students every day, so he packed his bags and came here without stopping.

It was Master Huang's turn to lecture. He scratched the back of his head and looked silly. "Ah, my last name is Huang. What I'm going to say is the same as what Grandma Luo said. Everyone, study hard. I will teach you everything I know. It's up to you how much you can learn."

After he said that, he turned his head and looked up at the air. Then he looked down and saw a small head.

Master Huang: …

Why are such young children being brought here to be instructors? Don't the adults at home care about them?
Master Huang pinched his throat and said, "Little friend, do you want to say a few words?"

Anzai: …

She looked up at the big guy who blocked out the sunlight, squinted her eyes to examine him, and then nodded, "Then I'll say a few words."

"My last name is An. You are not allowed to be late or leave early in my class. You are not allowed to be lazy or cause trouble. If you make a mistake, you must write a self-review, at least 5000 words."

As soon as she finished speaking, the students looked at each other, but the eight disciples knew what she meant. The master was pointing a finger at them!
"Got it!" The eight people responded loudly in unison, scaring the people around them.

Then he quickly reacted and shouted "Got it!"

Master Fang was very satisfied with their spirit and spirit, and his face was full of approval.

This is what young people should be like, so energetic!
"We just arrived today, so there won't be any classes. Let's get familiar with each other first." Master Fang asked the students to disperse first. The four instructors had to hold a small meeting to discuss how to teach.

When he needed to cram for an exam, he would cling to Anzi's feet.

"Come on, let's have a meeting first."

Anzi gave him a teasing look, and received a "save me" look from him.

Grandma Luo was hunched over, and her combat uniform looked a bit out of place. She herself felt uncomfortable, and walked quickly with her little feet, "Let's go, let's have a meeting!"

Master Huang had no objection to anything and did whatever he was asked to do. When he heard that there was a meeting, he started working quickly and soon left Grandma Luo behind.

Anzi and Master Fang walked behind. Master Fang took the initiative to speak in a low voice, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Anzi put her hands behind her back and took small but steady steps. She stared at the figure of Grandma Luo in front of her and shook her head helplessly, "Superintendent Ruan gave too much."

Offering both money and a job, only a fool would not come. She is not like those old people in the Xuanmen who care about their reputation. She doesn't want any reputation, she just wants money.

Master Fang laughed in silence, "That's right, it's really a lot."

"By the way, where was that old lady in front dug from?" Anzi lowered his voice as he recalled the scene he had just seen.

There is a trace of blood and energy entangled in Grandma Luo's body. If it is not handled properly, her practice will be wasted.

But she didn't intend to intervene. What if the other party had their own way of dealing with it? Wouldn't it be annoying if she spoke up rashly?

Master Fang followed Anzi's gaze and remembered that she was not the kind of person who spoke without a purpose. She must have discovered something to ask this question, so he quietly told her what he knew.

"I introduced Grandma Luo to Superintendent Ruan. We are old acquaintances. We worked together a few years ago. She didn't plan to come at first, but her daughter went to Southeast Asia to see a fortune and something went wrong... For her daughter, she emptied out all her family assets..."

After hearing this, Anzi understood, "Oh, I see. He is making trouble because he is short of money."

"Then the things on her were brought back from Southeast Asia?" She tilted her head.

They like to do all sorts of messy stuff that is not presentable.

Master Fang: ???

Master Fang: "What? What is that?"

Anzi: ???
Anzi: “Can’t you see?”

Master Fang was confused, "I should be able to see...what?"

Anzai: …

Okay, I forgot that this old man is only good at Feng Shui.

"There is blood energy wrapped around Grandma Luo's body, but it is temporarily blocked by the golden light of her merits. That thing has been eating away at her merits..."

　Which author would come online to update his post on his birthday?

　　Oh, it's me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)