I want to make headlines

Chapter 9 Named Disciple
This is the concubine Yu that the senior brother said?

Is this that look?
At this moment, Shang Xiaorong felt extremely sad and jealous, and also extremely shocked.

He was born in the famous Shang family in Liyuan, and he has worshiped under the famous teacher Tan Yuan since he was a child. He loves the drama "Farewell My Concubine" from the bottom of his heart, and he has been thinking about the role of Concubine Yu day and night.

The role of Concubine Yu belongs to the flower shirt business in Peking Opera. It began with Wang Yaoqing and succeeded with Mei Lanfang. Both of them are master figures.

The popularity of this Peking Opera is probably the most famous in China.

And a person who practiced hard since he was a child saw the charm he was looking for in the eyes of the little security guard who had been looking down on in a southern hotel.

What a fuck!
What a strange thing this is!

Shang Xiaorong's face turned blue and red, and he couldn't accept it for a while, and then he heard his master Tan Yuan speak.

"You...I...ah."

Three words, one sigh.

When Tan Yuan spoke again, it was much smoother: "It's a pity, if you had studied Peking Opera with me since childhood, you would definitely have a place as a master in the future."

He waved his hand to let Tan Shan who was standing beside him get out of the way, wanting to take a closer look at this little security guard, his eyes were full of regret, but also the sparkling surprise of discovering a treasure.

"However, if you are generous, you are a late bloomer. As long as you are determined to study hard and work hard, you may not be able to become a master." Tan Yuan stroked his beard and taught earnestly.

"Qi Baishi began to learn painting at the age of 27, Liu Bang revolted at the age of 47, and Jiang Ziya became a teacher at the age of 72."

"After the great sage, I see the bones and bones again."

Tan Yuan's last sentence was already very sincere. After this poem, he reached for the tea cup with his right hand, but after groping for a while, he found that the tea cup had been dropped to the ground by himself.

He calmly restrained his embarrassment, put his right hand on his beard, kept his face straight, and kept silent.

The field was quiet for dozens of seconds, but Tan Shan reacted first, and he said to Gan Jing, "Kneel down, apprentice!"

Master said so much, just waiting for Gan Jing's reaction!Just waiting for Gan Jing to kneel down and offer tea to his teacher!Just waiting for your kid to be respectful!

Gan Jing hasn't said a word since he came in, but just immersed himself in the spirit of the script, and after finishing the work, he was still surprised by the system that suddenly appeared.

He listened to the old man talking nonsense, but he still didn't understand the last line of the poem, and when he saw Tan Shan jumping up and down behind him and gesticulating at him, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"Oh."

Ok?Ok? ?Ok? ? ?

you what?Master is the most important thing!It's over, it's over!

Tan Shan covered his face. He knew that his master valued human relations and etiquette, and he had already put on a posture of accepting disciples. In the end, he didn't show it.
bad thing!It's going to be yellow!

Tan Yuan's right hand stroked his beard with a slight intensity, his complexion froze for a moment, then he turned down kindly, and said to Gan Jing, "I've been talking for so long, and I still don't know your name?"

"Gan Jing, sweet Gan, one must be in awe." Gan Jing straightened up and replied loudly.

"Good name, good name." Tan Yuan praised repeatedly.

"That's right, my grandfather gave it to me." Gan Jingai smiled when he heard this, thinking of the old man.

"Insightful, good meaning." Tan Yuan still admired, "The old man has great expectations of you."

At this moment, Shang Xiaorong finally came back to his senses. After witnessing the previous events, he naturally knew that the master was moved to accept disciples, but a ball of anger that came from nowhere suddenly burst out in his heart.

"That's right, I have great expectations for you. Now that my master thinks highly of you, why don't you hurry up and kneel down to pay homage to him. What kind of future is there in being a little security guard? Will you be able to fulfill your grandfather's expectations?" Shang Xiaorong said with a thorn in his mouth.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the other three people present immediately changed.

Gan Jing was the most intense. He took a step forward and glared at Shang Xiaorong: "I rely on my hands and feet. I don't steal or rob. What's wrong with eating your family's food? I earn money openly and aboveboard. Is it hindering you?"

Frightened by his aura, Shang Xiaorong subconsciously took two steps back, and suddenly realized that he was forced to retreat by this little security guard, and immediately became angry from embarrassment.

"Get out!"

Shang Xiaorong was overjoyed: "Did you hear that? My master told you to get out! Get out!"

"I'm telling you to get out!"

A loud shout came from the white-bearded Tan Yuan's mouth, which shocked Shang Xiaorong for a while.

"Master, Master..."

"Get out." Tan Yuan scolded Shang Xiaorong angrily, leaving him at a loss.

Tan Shan's face was also not good-looking, so he pulled his junior brother and took him out together, leaving the two alone space.

After the two apprentices had left, Tan Yuan said apologetically, "Isn't it Gan Jing? I'm sorry, my little apprentice has been spoiled since he was a child, and he's a bit 'why not eat minced meat'."

The old man was quite educated, Gan Jing sighed in his heart when he heard another sentence from him, and his anger towards Shang Xiaorong before was fading away.

Ever since he came out of the orphanage, he was used to the warmth and coldness of people, so he did not lack the contempt of this person.

Tan Yuan observed the expression of the little security guard, thinking about what the little apprentice did before, he simply asked directly: "Gan Jing, to be honest, I think you have a tendency to learn Peking Opera, especially "Farewell My Concubine" The aura of the show."

"If you are interested in traditional culture, if you are willing to study hard, I can take you as an apprentice, the last closed disciple." Tan Yuan said lightly.

Gan Jing curled his lips. He knows all about Peking Opera - he doesn't know anything about it. He has neither the interest in appreciating it nor the motivation to learn it.

Just when he was about to say no, Gan Jing suddenly remembered the system's information about energy points, if they were reset to zero, they would be destroyed.

Uh... Peking opera can be performed on stage, so can it make headlines?
Gan Jing abruptly withdrew the refusal, and scratched his head: "Master, to be honest, I'm not very interested in Peking Opera..." He still told the truth, but then added, "But yes "Farewell My Concubine" is somewhat interesting."

Great works are attractive, especially for Gan Jing who has personally experienced the mental state of the protagonist.

If you can...if you don't delay your own business...if you can solve the system problem, then why not do it?

The room was silent for a while, Tan Yuan hesitated, stroked his beard and pondered.

After a while, he spoke.

"Then how about I accept you as a registered disciple?" Tan Yuan has never had this kind of questioning about accepting disciples in most of his life.

Gan Jing rolled his eyes, and put forward his last condition: "If I don't have to call the person just now Senior Brother, but if I can call him Junior Brother, I will be your disciple."

Tan Yuan was taken aback, and after a second of hesitation, he replied, "Yes!"

"Deal!" Gan Jing happily gave the final reply.

The old man felt a little weird, why did these two words sound like a deal?
Well, the bargaining chip is the junior apprentice's seniority.

That's no problem, it's fine.

(End of this chapter)