Douluo: When Tang San’s sister played with idioms

"Tangtang, please tell me, okay?"

"Why did you kneel to him?" After finishing the report and separated from the master, Tang Tang finally asked angrily when seeing no one around.

Recalling the process of being forced to kneel down to the master before, perhaps due to the influence of too many memory videos, Tang Tang felt extremely humiliated.

Although Tang San was the one who forced her to kneel down, six years of intimacy made her throw all her disgust and resentment on the master. Facing Tang San now, she only felt that their apprenticeship was not worth it.

Tang San was stunned for a moment, still not understanding where Tang Tang's anger came from, but he still said patiently: "Tang Tang, once a teacher, always a father. Since I have decided to become a teacher, I will definitely respect the teacher."

"Kneeling is limited to heaven, earth and parents! All you need to do to become a disciple is bow. No matter how knowledgeable he is, we are all equal!"

"When you kneel on him, where do you put your father? Where do you put your own personality as a brother?"

The more Tang Tang spoke, the angrier he became. His words became louder than the other. His hands dropped to his sides and clenched tightly into fists. His face turned red and he gritted his teeth, but a pool of tears quietly gathered in his eyes. He stared at Tang San closely.

"Who told me that respecting a teacher should be so formal? If the teacher is a bad person, would you still respect him so much and kneel to him?!"

Tang San was speechless.

He had grown up as an orphan in the Tang Clan. He had already been domesticated by the Tang Clan. Those who had the means to die should be killed. Seniors and elders must not be disobedient, they must not pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and they must be punished for transgressing. These rules have long been ingrained in his bones.

Tang San's silence and retreat were like cotton, making Tang Tang unable to do anything. Looking at his brother's confused eyes, the fire in Tang Tang's heart was extinguished in an instant.

"Brother," Tang Tang looked at Tang San's lowered face, with a hint of crying in his soft voice, "No one is absolutely right, people will make mistakes. We can respect the teacher, love the teacher, and help the teacher, but this is not At the cost of our own human dignity, our own futures, and our own lives.”

"You heard it when we reported it before. Director Su said that the teacher's theoretical research is just theory without any actual data to support it."

"So, brother, your future is the teacher's best experimental data - if the teacher's theory is correct, it's okay, brother, you will naturally soar to the sky, but if the teacher's theory is wrong and flawed, brother, your end will be different. How much better could it be?”

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

Tang Tang's words were so shocking that Tang San lowered his head deeply, finally realizing that he had fallen into natural thoughts.

He was misled by the teacher's calm and determined attitude. He was able to judge that he was a twin martial soul based on the teacher's extensive research and research. However, the "Ten Core Competencies Theory" proposed by the teacher himself had no actual data. Support, blind listening will only destroy your future. It seems that he also needs to study and understand the specific content of the teacher's theory in detail.

However, the apprenticeship has been decided, and it is too late to regret now. Thinking on the bright side, the master can be said to be the greatest strength they can borrow at the moment. After becoming a master, his and Tang Tang's lives are equivalent to entering the fast lane. There is still a difference between direct disciples and ordinary students.

But... for things like being an experimental subject, you are enough. If the teacher wants to collect data on my sister...

Tang San lowered his eyes, covering the dark light under his eyes. Tang Clan disciples are full of tricks.

"Brother, did you listen?" The emotional peak has passed, and now Tang Tang's whole body is sore due to exerting too much force. Seeing Tang San lowering his head and showing no reaction, Tang Tang also felt weak for a while.

Growing up together, Tang Tang knew that Tang San's thoughts were very mature, but his thoughts would always be particularly distorted and closed when encountering certain special situations, and Tang Tang had to change things for him from time to time.

"Well, brother is listening, brother will pay attention, Tangtang, don't worry." Tang San raised his head and showed a faint smile, his face expressionless, but Tang Tang knew that he had taken what she said to heart.

He looked at Tang Tang, who was slightly exhausted after the emotional outburst, and naturally reached out to take several bags of luggage from her hand.

"Let's go find the dormitory."

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Seven houses.

The two stood at the door of the dormitory, looking in.

The dormitory is very spacious, nearly 11 square meters, but there are only fifty beds. Only of them have bedding, and there are no cabinets or anything like that. At this time, there were seven or eight children playing inside.

"Hello, is this a dormitory for work-study students?" Tang Tang poked his head open and greeted in a friendly manner after pushing open the old wooden door.

Several children in the room immediately looked toward the door, focusing on the two of them. The chubby leader looked at the two men covered in patches and walked over.

"Are you the new work-study students this year?" The little fat man stood at the door aggressively, his tone was quite arrogant.

Tang Tang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, we are work-study students from Holy Soul Village."

Little Fatty didn't care where the two of them came from, he only cared about whether his position as the boss would be shaken.

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun Zhanhu, and I am the future battle soul master. What are your names? What is Wuhun?"

Wang Sheng's arrogant momentum almost reached his face, and the smiles on the two people's faces couldn't help but drop.

"My name is Tang San, Wuhun Lan Yincao. This is my sister, Wuhun Yanling."

"Yan Ling? I haven't heard of it. But when will Blue Silver Grass be able to be practiced?" Wang Sheng showed an exaggerated surprised expression, and other children in the dormitory echoed with bursts of ridicule, looking at the two of them with a somewhat confused look. Exclusion.

"What kind of martial arts do we care about you? Open the door, don't block the door!" After repeated suppression, Tang Tang finally broke out and reached out to try to push him away and go inside.

Wang Sheng just looked at Tang Tang, who was thin and stretched out his hand to push on himself. He felt a solid force falling on a small area between his chest and abdomen, which was heavy and painful, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

When he realized that he had been pushed by a little kid, Wang Sheng's eyes were full of embarrassment. He slapped Tang Tang on the shoulder with his backhand, pushing her backwards. When he was about to trip, he wanted to catch up and press her to the ground in the same old way. Beat him up and subdue him.

"I'm the boss here, how dare you push me?"

Tang Tang only felt a huge force on her shoulders pushing her back involuntarily. She was accidentally stumbled by her luggage and was about to fall down.

"Tangtang, be careful." Tang San put his arm around Tang Tang's shoulders in time, his strong arms gently supporting Tang Tang's body and holding her upright.

He turned his head to look at Wang Sheng, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and said, "Are you the boss here? Tell me, what do you want?"

Wang Sheng raised his head and pointed at himself with his thumb, and said proudly: "The most powerful person in Qishe is me, and I am the boss of Qishe. You two must listen to me from now on, do you hear that?"

"Is it what you say?" Tang San was holding back the anger in his heart, but he smiled on his face. He made a fist with his right hand and hit Wang Sheng's nose with a quick and accurate punch.

Because Tang Tang was one of the few girls in the village and loved to play the most. In the past, he was often bullied by the gangsters in the village. At a young age, Tang San began to beat one by one from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. He learned it by himself without any teacher. In addition to the killer style, there is another fighting style - the street gangster style, which specializes in sensitive parts of the human body. In the long run, every attack by Tang San can break people's defenses and make them lose face.

"Ah!" A cunning and concentrated force rushed on the bridge of his nose. Wang Sheng felt his nose was sore and he involuntarily took two steps back. A sharp soreness rushed into his eyes, and tears came out involuntarily.

"You brat is looking for a beating!"