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Chapter 37
"I heard from him that when she was in school, she participated in the [-]-meter long-distance race organized by the school and won the championship. She also enrolled in martial arts classes and learned all kinds of fighting skills. Lin Feng of Qizhi Group talked with her for six years. I haven't got her body yet. How hot do you think she is?"

"Enough flavor!"

"Do you want to try?"

"I'm afraid I can't bear it! Marrying such a woman is equivalent to raising a tiger at home, and life is in danger at any time."

"Actually, Qin Ru's heart is not bad. If you get her, it's like finding a free bodyguard. I think it's good."

"Why don't you want her?"

"She's not my type."

"She's not my type either. Hey, Yifan, you're deserted every day, how do you make money?"

Yang Yifan said: "Isn't the word of mouth of my school not out yet? When it is out, I'm afraid I won't be able to recruit people? You don't have to worry about it."

"That's right, you made 11 yuan in one fell swoop yesterday, which is enough for you to eat and drink for a year."

"However, a lot of money is earned and a lot of money is spent. A meal costs 5000 yuan."

"I asked for you. As soon as I went back yesterday, I went to Zhang Xiong. This bastard didn't appreciate it. He didn't believe what I said. He didn't want to recite Tang poems with you."

Yang Yifan said calmly: "I said earlier, he will come whenever he likes, and if he doesn't come, don't worry about him."

"Okay, let me ask you again. If someone wants to learn your course, I will recommend it for you."

"Thank you!"

Yang Yifan waited at Ziyun Academy for three days, but failed to recruit a single student. Many parents either disliked his fees for being too expensive, or thought it was impossible for one person to memorize three hundred Tang poems in three days.

On the night of the third day, after the icy typing sound, the system sent a line of text to Yang Yifan:
[The second task of the first level of god-level teacher]: Take a student within three days and let him recite three hundred Tang poems proficiently. (If the task is not completed, 100 morality points will be deducted from the host.)
[Task completion reward]: Hardcover version of the Hao Pulse Sutra (will be collected after the second round of tasks is completed.)
Yang Yifan checked his treasure chest, he still had 9900 teacher morality points, but there were five years left in his life yuan, it seems that the system has deducted one year of his life yuan.

Yang Yifan thought about it, if he deducted 100 teachers' morality points once, then his 9900 teacher's morality points could be deducted 99 times.

"The second round of tasks starts. If no student is recruited within three days, 1000 teacher morality points will be deducted."

Yang Yifan became anxious, "1000 points? The lifespan of more than 30 days is gone."

"Please host to recruit your No.1 student as soon as possible. No publicity, no concessions, otherwise it will be considered an invalid task."

"Damn, do you think I'm Mr. Jiang? Fishing with a straight hook? I'm not that good at it yet."

"The host's uncivilized speech will deduct 100 teacher morality points."

"I..." Yang Yifan regretted it, and said, "Isn't this too strict?"

"If you are not convinced, deduct another 100."

"Convince! Convince! I am convinced!"

If Yang Yifan didn't care about deducting 100 teacher morality points, then deducting [-] teacher morality points would be a lot. These teacher morality points were not easy to earn, and if the system deducted them all, Yang Yifan's life would be gone.

How to do?
Yang Yifan was a little flustered.

Under the dim light, He Jia rode an electric scooter back to his home. Before he entered, he heard a man behind him say, "He Jia, I was looking for you. Where have you been?"

He Jia parked the electric car and turned around to see Zhang Xiong. He was a little surprised and said, "You looking for me? Why are you looking for me? That night, when you drove me away, you were very heartless."

Zhang Xiong said very politely: "I'm sorry, I was wrong that night. Hey! Let me ask you, where is the school opened by your friend?"

He Jia originally wanted to tell him, but then he thought that this person could not give him a good look. He deliberately pretended to be very ruthless and said: "Why do you ask this? You'd better not go. Although his school can He promises that you will be able to memorize [-] Tang poems within three days, but his charges are too high. He also has a lot of stinky rules, saying that he can only accept one student a day. Do you think this is annoying or not?"

"Only accept one student a day? Then...then did he receive any students today?"

"He has already accepted one today. I guess he won't take any of you even if you go."

"Hey... No way! He Jia, we have been neighbors for so many years, you can't ignore it, can you? Aren't you and him classmates? You tell your classmates that I want to go to his school today, as long as He can teach me to recite three hundred Tang poems in three days, and I can give him 2000 yuan."

He Jia was a little curious, and said, "Hey, Zhang Xiong, you didn't want to follow me to learn three hundred Tang poems that night, why did you suddenly want to go today?"

Zhang Xiong lowered his head and said, "To tell you the truth, isn't my cousin the host at the Chunfeng Deyi Building? He said that that night, a man named Yang Yifan recited three hundred Tang poems with him, and he recited every word." Not bad, I passed the level three times and succeeded all three times, and won 5000 yuan. My cousin admires that Yang Yifan very much. He said that he must have a wonderful way to memorize Tang poems, so I will ask you , Where is the school he opened?"

It was only then that He Jia remembered that Yang Yifan had never advertised or distributed leaflets for opening a school. This was completely different from some training schools such as Qizhi Group. His publicity was completely based on word of mouth. On the opening day, Tang Songwen gave him a free publicity. In the Chunfeng Deyi Building, he advertised again, and through the promotion of his good friends.

Thinking of this, He Jia finally understood that many people didn't know that Yang Yifan gave a recitation class of [-] Tang poems.

He Jia's waist straightened, and she gained confidence in her speech, and said, "You want me to take you to Ziyun Academy, don't you?"

"That's right, that's what I meant."

"Well..." He Jia didn't want to help him.

"No matter what, you have to help me. If I win, you, the referee, can get two hundred yuan in cash, how about it?"

"It's not a question of money, the question is whether Yang Yifan will accept you. He's been very busy these days."

"Please, He Jia, the two of us, friends for so many years, can you help?"

"Okay, I can ask for you, but you have to tell me, why do you insist on enrolling in this recitation class of [-] Tang poems today?"

"Let me tell you, the thing is like this. I have been reciting three hundred Tang poems these days, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't remember. Xue Jiuzi came again today. He laughed at me. He said, I He’s just an idiot, elm bump. If I can recite three hundred Tang poems, he’ll give me three kowtows. If I can’t recite them, I’ll give him three kowtows. The more I think about it, the more angry I feel I can't lose no matter what this time, and asking your classmate for help is my only way out."

"What about the tuition?"

(End of this chapter)