Moving out was actually quite simple. All he had to do was pack up the equipment in the classroom, clean it up, and move out.
However, the classroom in Mingyu District was so dilapidated that there was nothing to clean. The equipment inside was so dilapidated that it was pitifully small. There was nothing to pack up, and it could be discarded at any time.
However, it was not so simple for Mr. Zhao. Many years ago, when he first came to Listin Academy to register, the "sword training room" he entered for the first time was this classroom. At that time, there were many students practicing sword skills, and everyone welcomed him warmly.
His teacher was also a highly respected senior who had once taught him the way of the sword. Many a quiet night, after he had finished a day of arduous cultivation, he could smell the unique and rich fragrance of paulownia outside the door when he walked out.
Many years had passed since then, and the paulownia by the flower beds had grown into towering trees, but this place had changed.
It was not that Mr. Zhao did not want to move out. What he really did not want to leave was the feelings he had entrusted to this place. It was just that times were changing, and society was progressing. This dilapidated building and unpopular subjects could not keep up with the pace of the academy's development. Just as Yuan Ye said, it was not necessarily a bad thing to turn it into a new stadium.
Mr. Zhao also understood that this might be the last class of his life. He did not ask for anything else. He only hoped that a few more students would come today. That way, he would be satisfied.
However, he was disappointed once again. After he opened the door, the row of cotton mats in the center of the classroom was empty. There was not a single person.
He looked around again and finally found a familiar figure. The short and shabbily dressed Ding Meng was sitting cross-legged in the corner with his eyes closed.
He felt a little relieved, but more than that, he lamented that none of the students from his school came. Instead, it was the children from outside school who were so serious about their studies.
As soon as he pushed the door open, Ding Meng immediately opened his eyes. "Mr. Zhao, you're here."
Mr. Zhao nodded with a slight smile on his face. "So it's Ding Meng. Sorry to keep you waiting."
Ding Meng said, "Mr. Zhao, I've been here the whole time. I didn't go out."
Mr. Zhao was a little surprised. "You've been here for two days and two nights?"
Ding Meng was a little puzzled. "Is there a problem?"
Elder Zhao asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"
"Practice." Ding Meng was even more puzzled. "Mr. Zhao, didn't you say it before?
The speed of the sword and the control of the power need to be practiced repeatedly. "
"You've been practicing?" Elder Zhao obviously didn't believe him.
"Yes." Ding Meng stood up and picked up the two wooden swords on the podium.
Elder Zhao noticed his hand gesture. With a twist of his wrist, the sword elegantly made a circle in the air and landed in his palm. It was not difficult to do this with one sword, but it was impossible to do it with two swords at the same time without a certain technique.
How long had it been?
It had only been two days, and this kid had already become so proficient in it?
Mr. Zhao did not believe him at all. "Ding Meng, let's compete again. Let me see the effect of your practice."
"Okay." Ding Meng twisted his wrist slightly, and the wooden sword spun in the air and flew towards Mr. Zhao.
As soon as Mr. Zhao's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, Ding Meng made his move.
The wooden sword didn't emit any light, so you could judge its momentum completely based on the fluctuations in the surrounding air. The air didn't seem to have moved, but Ding Meng's wooden sword was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue. Compared to the previous day, Ding Meng's speed this time was many times faster.
With a soft "ka" sound, the two swords seemed to collide. In fact, the two swords stopped abruptly, and the tips of the two swords were pressed against each other's throat.
Ding Meng suddenly withdrew his sword, and his expression was a bit gloomy. "Still slow. I'm still far behind Mr. Zhao. It seems that I still need to practice …"
He muttered to himself, but Mr. Zhao was so shocked that he couldn't speak. How was this slow?
Do you know how long it took me to reach this level back in the academy?
For six whole years, no matter if it was winter or summer, day or night, I never missed two practice classes a day. But you basically mastered it in two days. You … you are a monster.
Mr. Zhao's heart was in turmoil. He knew all too well what had happened in that split second.
Although Ding Meng had taken the initiative to attack first, his sword had been parried away by Ding Meng's sword. Even though both of their swords had reached each other's throat at the same time, any expert would know what it meant to be off by just a little bit.
Even if Ding Meng was worse than him, it wasn't by much. They were almost at the same level.
It had only been 48 hours. If he wasn't a monster, then what was he?
"You …" Mr. Zhao was about to ask when the door was pushed open again. A large group of men and women came in, led by Hu Tianyu and Yuan Ye, followed by seven or eight students.
Before Mr. Zhao could ask, Ding Meng spoke first. "Huh?
Manager Hu?
Manager Du is here too. "
Manager Hu?
Mr. Zhao was confused. When did Hu Tianyu become a manager?
A man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the crowd. It was Hu Qi, the personnel manager of Verdant Tarn Town's Vast Martial Arts School. Behind him was the beautiful account manager Du Yue.
When he saw Ding Meng, Hu Qi was a little embarrassed. "Isn't this Ding … Ding Meng, Brother?
So you are here too. "
"What's the situation?" Hu Tianyu was a little surprised.
Hu Qi immediately turned around and explained in a whisper. Obviously, he was explaining that Ding Meng was a sparring partner in Vast Martial Arts School.
While he was explaining, Ding Meng also turned his head and whispered something to Mr. Zhao. After a while, Mr. Zhao's expression changed. He then turned on his wristband and checked. The hologram quickly returned the accurate information: Hu Tianyu (Teacher of Class 3 of Martial Arts School in the Southern District of Listin School), Hu Qi (Personnel Manager of Verdant Tarn Town Martial Arts School in Autumn Tarn City, Haohan Group), Affiliation: Brothers.
Mr. Zhao suddenly sneered. "I thought it was strange before. Why are you so concerned about the renovation? It turns out that Haohan Group has opened a martial arts school in the school, and it is your relative who is doing it. Are you short of money?
Teacher Hu? "
Hu Tianyu suddenly felt that he had lost all face. This damned Ding Meng didn't properly work as a sparring partner in the dojo. How did he manage to sneak into the academy?
It was really bad luck to meet him here.
Hu Qi smiled and stepped forward. "Mr. Zhao, please listen to my explanation. Our Haohan Group is going to open a venue that is conducive to the training of talents in your school. It is even more helpful for …"
"Shut up." Mr. Zhao was furious. "Who do you think you are? What right do you have to explain to me?
The internal affairs of the school are not for outsiders to criticize. Get out. "
Hu Qi was shocked. He knew Mr. Zhao's identity. No matter how useless a retired soldier of the Empire was, he was not someone a commoner like him could afford to offend.
Hu Tianyu was also angry. He pointed at Ding Meng and said, "This person is an interstellar refugee. How did he get into our school?
Is he an outsider? "
Hearing him say this, Mr. Zhao became even angrier. "Ding Meng is my student. I was also an interstellar refugee back then, and I also studied at Listin School. You mean that I am also an outsider and can get out, right?"
Hu Tianyu was speechless. He braced himself and said, "But Ding Meng is really not a registered student of our school?"
Mr. Zhao also pointed at Hu Qi. "Then is he from our school?"
Hu Tianyu felt a headache coming on. This Mr. Zhao was famous for his stubborn temper. If you pester him endlessly, you are simply asking for trouble.
Seeing that the two sides were quarreling, Yuan Ye hurriedly came up to smooth things over. "Oh, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, calm down, calm down. We are following the school's instructions to bring a partner to check out the venue …"
Mr. Zhao interrupted her directly. "What bullsh * t partner? Hu Qi and Hu Tianyu are brothers. They are in cahoots. I, Mr. Zhao, will be the first to disagree if they want to cheat the students of their money."
He no longer called Hu Tianyu teacher, but called him by his name. He was obviously really angry. However, a voice that made him even angrier came from behind Hu Tianyu.
"So what if you shout fiercely?
The school has already sent out a notice that the new stadium will be built tomorrow. This place will be flattened today. No matter how loud your voice is, you will still have to obediently leave with your tail between your legs. Leave early. You are already so old. Don't embarrass yourself here. Do you really like others to see you make a fool of yourself … "
Mr. Zhao was furious. "Which bastard is it?
Get out here. "