Age: My Small World

Chapter 44 Rejection again
Nanyingfang Lane.

Yang Jun walked to the door of No. 103 with his things in his hands and knocked on it.

I went there two or three times but there was no movement.

"Really moved away?"

His movements paused, but he knocked again unwillingly.

Fortunately, there was sound this time.

"Who is it?"

Mr. Hu's familiar voice sounded, and then the door opened a crack, and a pair of old eyes looked over from behind the door.

"Good afternoon, Master."

"It's you, kid." Mr. Hu gave Yang Jun a cold look.

"come in."

After Yang Jun went in, he turned his head to look at the alley outside before closing the door with peace of mind.

"Master Ba, why haven't I seen you at the small market for several days?"

As Yang Jun spoke, he handed over the pound of candy in his hand: "This is for you."

Well, he has to take half of the candy he bought back. I only bought a few taels yesterday, and the whole family is reluctant to drink it. It’s better for him to buy it back.

Seeing that he was offering gifts right away, Mr. Hu quickly pushed them away: "No merit, no reward. I don't want your gifts."

"Haha, tell me, what exactly are you going to do?"

As they spoke, the two of them entered his small living room.

Yang Jun casually put the sugar on the table, took out a pack of Daqianmen from his bag, and kept the other pack to give to someone.

He tore open the package, took out a cigarette and handed it to Mr. Ba.

"I remember you don't smoke, right?"

Yang Jun paused and said, "How did you know this?"

Mr. Hu sat on a recliner and shook his head gently: "You have a clean smell on you. I, an old man, can smell it."

Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a chill when he heard this. What kind of vicious words were these?
But this time the old man did not refuse the tobacco and took it.

"Oh, it's Daqianmen again. Have you made a fortune again?"

His eyes lit up. These cigarettes are not cheap.

"I'm here to honor you, old man, so naturally I have to buy something presentable."

Yang Jun smiled cheerfully and handed over the whole pack of cigarettes.

"Since you know I don't smoke, please keep it."

Mr. Hu did not refuse at first, but hesitated.

He had no interest in sugar, but he was attracted by tobacco.

Smoking dry tobacco is actually a last resort. It looks strong and tastes mellow, but it is also harmful to the body. For a martial artist, he is very clear about his physical condition.

On the contrary, cigarettes are different. Not only is the smell lighter, but it is also quite fragrant when smoked.

"I'm telling you, I really have no jade left." Mr. Hu said, but his hand unconsciously put the cigarette in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jun's eyes lit up slightly.

Seeing the matchbox on the table, he took it up and took out the matches.

"Strike!" The match flickered, the flame rose, and lit the old man's cigarette.

"Hi~"

"Whoo~"

A thin wisp of blue smoke rises.

Mr. Hu nodded with satisfaction: "This thing is more comfortable."

In fact, when he had a good life in the past, he had smoked all kinds of good cigarettes.

But in the past ten years, he has become like a rat in the underground, hiding and hiding, and even smoking has become a luxury.

Even after selling his coffin, he was reluctant to buy good cigarettes because he was used to it.

There are deeper reasons as well.

"How about this, I'll help you find someone who has hidden jade and buy it for you, just for Yan's sake."

He had the ability to judge people and had some understanding of Yang Jun's character. He was not afraid that he would do anything to harm him. The worst that could happen was that he would just continue to run away.

Yang Jun didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. Looking at the Eighth Master's appearance, it seemed that he was confident in getting the jade from others.

The importance of jade to him was self-evident, so he was naturally willing to accept it. He nodded immediately and said, "Thank you, Master Eight."

"but……"

Mr. Hu glared at him and said, "But what? Young man, if you have something to say, just say it all at once."

Yang Jun immediately bowed and said, "I want to become your disciple and learn some moves from Master Ba."

Mr. Hu didn't expect that he was so persistent, even though he had clearly told him last time that this matter would not succeed.

I don't know how long I can stay here, and the skills are quite dangerous. If I don't have a master to guide me, it would be very dangerous for the apprentice to only learn half of the skills.

He also didn't want to involve others, so he didn't want to teach apprentices or anything like that.

"You don't have to say anything more about this. It's really not going to work."

Seeing Mr. Hu shaking his head firmly, Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh. Why is this old man so stubborn?

"Master Ba, this is a family tradition. Are you not going to pass it on to outsiders?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Hu shook his head: "Not really, it's just that this thing can harm people, it's not good for you to learn it."

"You didn't teach me, how do you know it's bad for me?"

"Alright, alright, you still have classes today, right? Go back quickly and don't delay my nap. You woke me up by knocking on the door just now."

Mr. Hu waved his hand impatiently.

Helpless, Yang Jun could only bow and leave.

On the road.

He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and thought: "Forget it, no one will teach me anyway."

However, feeling the growing strength in his body, and thinking about Mr. Hu's punch that day, his mind became active again.

"No, I have to learn a trick, otherwise it would be a waste of energy."

"If one time doesn't work, then two times. If two times don't work, then three times. I don't believe your heart is made of iron, is it?"

He returned to the class with high spirits.

There were naturally few people in the classroom at noon.

In the first row, Xiao Yuer and Yu Li were sleeping side by side, looking very quiet.

Jiang Xueying didn't take a nap, but just leaned against the wall with her eyes closed to rest.

Noticing someone passing by, his eyes suddenly opened.

When he saw it was Yang Jun, he was not surprised.

The two nodded to each other as a greeting.

Not long after he sat down, another little hand holding a note passed to him from the front row.

Jiang: Where did you go?

Yang Jun didn't intend to speak, picked up the pen and replied: I didn't play, I had something to do outside.

Jiang: Okay, can you tell me?

Yang: I saw a very talented person and wanted to learn from him, but was rejected.

Jiang: Why?
Yang: Maybe it's because I'm too stupid? He looks down on me?

Jiang: Definitely not. I think you are very smart, and you often help your classmates with their studies.

Jiang: You are a good person.

The last sentence is praising him, right?

The two of them didn't communicate much, and they didn't continue passing the information after class.

After school, I took the two students to preview and review as usual.

At this time, Jiang Xueying did not stay silent in the front row as usual, but instead leaned over and looked over.

"Um, can I listen to it together?"

The three-person study group was stunned.

Yang Jun nodded first: "Of course, it's not something profound."

As for Liu Xin, who was standing next to Jiang Xueying, he was a little overwhelmed and had no interest in listening to a few people discussing study problems.

She had to wait here today. If what happened the day before yesterday happened again, it might be difficult for her to pass Teacher Jiang's test.

So, her freedom was restricted for fifteen minutes.

　New books for collection
　　
　
(End of this chapter)