One person: Brother Wang Ye, I leveled up by rebelling!

Chapter 130 Zhong Xiaosama's Entrance Exam
"Brother, have you really made up your mind? Do you really want to give up swordsmanship?"

Irie Kanon felt disappointed. That was the swordsmanship that had been passed down in the Irie family for several generations. Was it really going to end in this generation?

Irie Ryoma nodded and looked at his sister seriously, "Sister, I have decided to change my job to become a gunner..."

"Do you want to die?" Zuo Yin raised his fist.

"——Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue! Sis, please don't hit me yet!"

Irie Ryoma quickly covered his face with his arms, fearing that he would be beaten by his sister.

But Zuo Yin just slowly lowered his clenched fist and touched his brother's head.

"I will keep it a secret from Grandpa. You are already grown up, make your own decision!"

……

……

"Brother Xiao, can I ask you a question?"

Wang Zhenqiu tilted his head and looked at Zhong Xiao.

Zhong Xiao glanced at him and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Wang Zhenqiu coughed twice and recalled the looks of everyone at the Rujiang family's dining table just now.

Judging from the eyesight of the bastard who has been doing shameless things outside for hundreds of years without being beaten to death, there are at least four people at the table who are glancing at Zhong Xiao intentionally or unintentionally.

First of all, Ding Shimaan, I never see him with this kind of look in his eyes before? What happened today? Is he not used to the local climate in the island country?

Zhong Xiao: ...Well, maybe he thinks I am the one who has him beat.

Secondly, there is the old man in the main seat. According to Chen Mulin, this old man is one of the few remaining swordsmen in the island country. Although his eyes are small and rather cloudy, he often glances up and steals a glance at Zhong Xiao while drinking tea. Is he the disciple of Lao Dengque?

Zhong Xiao: ...Well, it’s the uniqueness of the older generation in the island country to admire the strong.

Finally, there are two young siblings at this table. They seem to be called Zou Yin and Long Ma? Never mind. They are not Guanyin or White Dragon Horse. These two people do not look like aliens. Why do they keep staring at people?

Zhong Xiao: Well, it’s normal for young people to be more curious…

Is this really normal?

Wang Zhenqiu was stunned. What on earth were Zhong Xiao and Ding Shiman doing while he was hanging out in the tea room?
Zhong Xiao really couldn't persuade Wang Zhenqiu, so he had to talk to him. Ding Shimaan went to challenge, and then he tried to stop him, but ran into Irie Koduan's ultimate move.

"So you ate up the first generation of swordsman's students?"

Zhong Xiao nodded helplessly. It would be difficult to make an emergency stop on the Golden Escape Flowing Light thing without a clear destination.

"Master Zhong, are you a Dao heart crusher?" Wang Zhenqiu complained.

Zhong Xiao didn't do anything. He didn't do it on purpose. He was just afraid that Ding Shimaan would beat the old man and make him sick, so he was a little anxious. Unexpectedly, he would become the best in resisting injuries.

"Well, if that's the case, then it makes sense. Ding Shimaan, that martial arts fanatic, must have been thinking about you again. He will probably find an opportunity to fight you again soon."

"Old man Irie, just like you said, his admiration for the strong has never faded."

"But...why are those two Irie kids staring at you?"

Zhong Xiao was stunned for a moment, and said as a matter of course: "I am curious. After all, I shattered Mr. Irie's Taoism."

"No, not really. Judging from the look in their eyes, I feel like they have something else on their minds..." Wang Zhenqiu rubbed his chin and said carefully.

"A Yamato Nadeshiko who just turned 18 and is the same age as Chen Mulin, and a 16-year-old high school boy from an island country, what could they possibly ask me for? You are too cunning, so you are also cunning when it comes to others."

"..." Wang Zhenqiu had no way to refute it. He had no basis for it anyway. He was just guessing based on his sixth sense. However, facts proved that Wang Zhenqiu's sixth sense was more accurate than that of women.

Wang Zhenqiu, a woman among women!

Bah, she should be called a sissy among sissies!
Just as Zhong Xiao and Wang Zhenqiu were sitting on the steps chatting, a loud voice suddenly came from behind them: "Lord Zhong, どうかprivate disciple としてお见めください!"

Zhong Xiao and the other man didn't understand what was said, but their ears were hurting from the vibration. Anyway, the momentum was there.

The two turned around with a look of pain on their faces, wondering who was yelling.

Then, Irie Ryoma bowed respectfully and tapped the phone screen. After a moment, a clear and melodious AI voice came from the phone:

"Master Zhong, please accept me as your disciple!"

Zhong Xiao, Wang Zhenqiu: ???
What is this mess?

That’s right, the thing that the Irie siblings have been struggling with for a long time is whether or not to give up their family swordsmanship and instead learn Chinese Taoism.

That's why now, Irie Ryoma is trying to become his disciple.

Zhong Xiao was completely confused, and then was hit twice by Wang Zhenqiu's elbow.

"Hey, Zhong-sama! I'm talking to you, can you give me a reply?" The bastard said in a pinched voice, waiting impatiently for the fun.

Looking at Ryoma Irie who kept bending and bowing, Zhong Xiao felt a little sad.

First of all, he is not a Buddha. Out of patriotism, it seems that teaching an islander would be condemned to a certain extent.

Secondly, Zhong Xiao only stayed in the island country for a short period of time. After resolving Chen Mulin’s issue, he left immediately and had no time to teach his apprentices.

Finally, and most importantly...

Zhong Xiao learned all his tricks from the system plug-in, how could he teach others? Wouldn't that be misleading?

Irie Ryoma lowered his head. Seeing that Zhong Xiao was still not replying, he simply plopped down on the ground again, put the phone close to his mouth, and spoke again:
"Private, I should be the true face of the に学びたいんです. これからは、あなたの言うことは极対に従います!"

Still the translation of AI voice:
"I really want to learn it sincerely, and I will stick to your instructions from now on!"

Zhong Xiao: ...It can be seen that both you and the translation software are working very hard.

But I really can’t teach you!
"Zhong-sama, they are so sincere, so just be kind. If this apprentice succeeds, you will be an internationally famous teacher in your 20s! Won't you collect a lot of apprenticeship fees in the future?"

Looking at the despicable Wang Zhenqiu, Zhong Xiao's fist became a little stiff. With a "nuclear-kind" smile that only Hiroshima and Nagasaki knew, he reached out and took Irie Ryoma's cell phone.

After browsing the screen, I found the switch button and switched to inputting Chinese into Japanese.

"Long Ma-san, how about I give you an entrance exam? If you pass it, I'll let you be my disciple!"

The translation software converted it into Japanese. Irie Ryoma instantly trembled with excitement and raised his head, "Don't try it!"

What exam is this!

Different from Irie Ryoma's excitement, Wang Zhenqiu was very confused. He was just talking nonsense. Zhong Xiao wouldn't really want to accept a disciple from an island country, right?

Or did he simply want to arrange an entrance exam that was difficult enough to discourage people from taking it?

Wang Zhenqiu was puzzled, and saw Zhong Xiao speaking to the translation software on his phone again:
"The entrance exam is to beat up the yellow-haired bastard on my left!"

Wang Zhenqiu: ???

(End of this chapter)