Jianghu Martial Arts School [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

"You are Shen Qingping?" The only woman in the conference room looked at Shen Qingping with a smile, "My surname is Huang, and I was the one who called you yesterday."

Shen Qingping nodded apprehensively, and hurriedly said "Hello, Teacher Huang", but kept sneaking glances at the three interviewers in front of him, and his slightly opened mouth revealed his current mood——

God, is this cosplay?This was Shen Qingping's first thought after entering the door.

The conference room is decorated in a very western style, with gold leaf veneer on the walls, several Western-style oil paintings hanging on the wall, four large pillars painted with gold and lacquer standing in the four corners, the ceiling is extremely high, there are crystal chandeliers hanging down, and semi-enclosed floor-to-ceiling windows , the curtains of elegant and heavy colors are half opened, and the sunlight falls through the transparent window on the large oval Western-style conference table in the middle. A large projector screen is hung on one end of the table, and three An interviewer who is out of tune with this environment.

Speaking of being out of place mainly refers to the dress of the three judges.The first thing Shen Qingping saw was the man with a stern face and long hair tied up sitting on the chairman seat at the conference table. Even though his lower body was blocked by the conference table, Shen Qingping still noticed at a glance that his clothes were not the ones he usually sees on formal occasions. The suit and shirt he got, if he read it correctly, it is clearly the cross-collared right lapel that often appears in costume dramas...

The man sat very straight, as if he had noticed Shen Qingping's gaze, a pair of eyes that could not see any emotion swept over him lightly, Shen Qingping's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly looked away.

As soon as his eyes turned, he was slightly surprised again.

The man in white with long hair sat next to two other young judges who also wore ancient costumes. A man and a woman. The paper fan was shaking gently, and the woman was wearing a silver-white skirt, looking at him with a smile on her face.

what's the situation?Shen Qingping's hair was full of black lines, and he looked at himself in a white shirt, black suit pants, and black leather shoes, and felt that he looked like someone who bought insurance.

"Please sit down." The woman in white interrupted Shen Qingping's meditation.

Shen Qingping woke up like a dream, awkwardly found a seat farthest from them, pulled out the leather chair, and sat down tremblingly, not daring to sit still, but slightly touched the edge of the chair.

"Mr——sir, you can sit closer and communicate in a more convenient way." The man who was always waving a fan with a smile on his lips said suddenly.Among the three, Shen Qingping has the most affection for him. This person looks gentle and harmless. The corners of his eyes and raised lips show that he is not aggressive, and it is easy to feel close to him.

As for the woman in white with a smile on her face, she is very beautiful, more beautiful than all the opposite sexes Shen Qingping has ever seen, and even more radiant than most female stars, but Shen Qingping always feels that there is something in her smile. Sly, with a pair of big eyes rolling round and round, he looks like a smart person, making it difficult for people to let go of their psychological defenses.

There was also the indifferent man sitting on the chair, Shen Qingping dared not meet his eyes.It is said that the same sex repels each other, but Shen Qingping still couldn't help but want to praise him "good-looking".

How good is it?

Ordinary and vulgar adjectives such as "handsome" and "handsome" can no longer be used to describe the appearance of the man in white, and words such as "delicate" and "exquisite" that are usually used to describe men today can't even express a ten-thousandth of this person .

In fact, Shen Qingping herself was born with a good appearance: a delicate and quiet face and fairer skin than ordinary people, coupled with the gold-rimmed glasses for moderate myopia, she looks like a white-faced scholar in the Republic of China. It is the type of gentleman who is the favorite of today's aesthetics.

Because of his good looks and gentle personality, he was liked by all the girls and aunts in the orphanage. The love letters he received from childhood to adulthood were piled up in at least one drawer, but in front of this man, everything seemed nothing.

Seeing Shen Qingping's dazed face, the woman in the yellow shirt rolled her eyes and asked with a smile, "Mr. Shen, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the son of my boss..." Shen Qingping couldn't defend herself, and accidentally said what was in her heart.

Who is the woman in white?It was Huang Rong, who was extremely intelligent and eccentric.This girl inherited a good memory from her mother, and learned poetry, song, zither, calligraphy and painting from her father. Shen Qingping only said four words, and she quickly understood. With a sly smile, he secretly glanced at Ximen Chuuxue, who was full of indifference and could not see any emotions, from the corner of his eyes, and asked knowingly: "But Song Yu's "The Son of the Master?" laughter.

With a "swipe", Shen Qingping's face turned red.He regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth, but luckily he stopped in time and did not continue. Unexpectedly, this "Teacher Huang" could hear the meaning behind his words.

"Son of the master, if you increase it by one point, it will be too long, and if you subtract one point, it will be too short; if you put on powder, it will be too white, and if you apply it, it will be too red; your eyebrows are like emerald feathers, and your muscles are like white snow; , confuse Yangcheng, and fascinate Cai." This is Song Yu's words to describe her neighbor's daughter.

The gentle man waving the fan - Hua Manlou also let out a chuckle, and he obviously realized what Huang Rong meant.It was rare for him to have a regret: if his eyes could see, Ximen Chuuxue's expression at this moment must be wonderful.

Shen Qingping's head was almost stuck on the conference table: shame, shame!Didn't it mean that there are not many teachers and students in martial arts schools with ink in their stomachs?Why are these examiners so smart? !

Ximen Chuixue glanced lightly at the two smiling people beside him, and the two of them immediately held back their breaths and sat upright in a serious manner.

After the predicament was resolved, Shen Qingping breathed a sigh of relief, but felt vaguely uneasy: Obviously this man in white is the person in charge here, and he "offended" him inadvertently, will he avenge himself publicly...

While thinking wildly, Shen Qingping didn't notice that Ximen Chuuxue had already browsed through her resume.

"Are you an orphan?" Shen Qingping didn't expect the other party to ask such a sharp question, "Who else is there in the family?"

Shen Qingping collected herself, a trace of bitterness flashed across her face, and replied: "No, I grew up in the orphanage since I was a child. If I want to talk about relatives, then the younger siblings and the director's aunt of the orphanage are my relatives."

"What is a 'welfare home'?" Huang Rong asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

"It's just...it's a place to adopt children who are abandoned by their parents or whose family members are no longer alive." Shen Qingping was a little strange. This person even knew "Deng Tuzi Lustful Fu", how could he not know about the orphanage, but he still explained seriously .

"Oh, then you are more pitiful than me." Huang Rong looked at Shen Qingping sympathetically, "My mother died when I was born, but fortunately I still have a father, and later brother Jing."

Huang Rong spoke Wu Nong's soft language from Jiangnan. When she said "Daddy", Shen Qingping thought she was speaking in a dialect and didn't pay attention to her words.

"You are a local, so you are familiar with the situation in Bishan City?" Hua Manlou also asked.

Shen Qingping was even more puzzled, wondering why they kept asking her personal questions, but she still answered honestly: "It's more familiar." At least he has set foot in all the big and small places in Bishan City, which is different from the average homeboy nowadays. , he always likes to wander alone in the streets and alleys when he has nothing to do.

Ximen Fuxue suddenly asked: "What do you think of today's martial arts schools?"

Shen Qingping couldn't help cheering up, thinking "it's finally here".It is said that during the interview, some examiners like to set traps in the questions, and if they do not answer well, they will be passed. Shen Qingping thought that this question was actually a big trap, so she was very cautious.

Shen Qingping deliberated over and over before saying: "I personally think that most of the martial arts schools in Bishan actually lack the necessary conditions for running a school. Most investors regard running a school as a business. They only want to make money. But completely disregarding the needs of the students..."

Shen Qingping spoke tactfully at the beginning, but later she lost control of her emotions.He also met some friends who were studying in martial arts schools. Whenever he talked about the strict discipline of the school, such as coaches beating people, he saw an expression similar to grief and despair on the faces of those friends.The youngest of these people is no more than eleven or twelve years old, and the older ones have just grown up. Their supposedly happiest, happiest and craziest adolescence was spent under strict discipline, beatings and scolding, which is really distressing.

"It seems that you are not very satisfied with the martial arts school." Huang Rong looked at Shen Qingping with great interest.

Uh, I slipped my mouth... Shen Qingping's brain rang an alarm, and hurriedly added: "That's not what I said, I just have doubts about the management of most small martial arts schools, and I can't beat them to death..."

Huang Rong interrupted him with a smile: "Don't worry, we didn't come here to ask you to blame the master, actually—" Huang Rong blinked at her, and continued, "Actually, we are also very dissatisfied with the current general situation of martial arts schools. satisfy."

"Ah?" Shen Qingping was dumbfounded, her mouth was so wide open that she forgot to close it for a long time.

Hua Manlou sighed softly, shaking the paper fan and said: "In today's martial arts world, chivalry is withered, the atmosphere is smoky, and ghosts and ghosts are overgrown. It's a pity, a pity."

Shen Qingping: "..." Can anyone explain, what does this mean?

Ximen Chuuxue sneered, and tapped his fingers heavily on the table that seemed to be made of mahogany, making a crisp sound, which startled Shen Qingping.

"Ridiculous!" Ximen Chuixue spat out two words coldly.

What's the matter?Shen Qingping turned her attention to Huang Rong, who was the only one present who was quite normal.

Huang Rong gave him a soothing expression, and said, "Mr. Shen, let me ask you another question."

Shen Qingping's heart trembled, and she felt that this question was related to his question, so she hurriedly said seriously, "Teacher Huang, tell me."

What Huang Rong asked was: "What do you think about traditional Chinese martial arts?"