"But you don't seem like a person who can be an entrepreneur with peace of mind? Do you really want to wear a suit every day and argue with various businessmen, or bow to bankers for a huge loan?

Laughing? Did your father force you to do that?"

Karl was shocked, deeply shocked by Chu Zifeng's words, because from what Chu Zifeng meant, the reason why he joined the Tianchao branch was just to be closer to home and help his father manage the company? Oh my God, this uses two hands.

The guy who can kill hundreds of blood servants with a knife actually wears a suit to go out to discuss business? What a terrifying scene! Karl is really worried that some miser who will discuss business with Chu Zifeng in the future will refuse for a small amount of millions.

I gave in, only to have my arm chopped off by the cold guy on the other side... I always felt that this kind of thing would not happen.

But Chu Zifeng looked at Karl coldly, "You misunderstood, my father never forced me to do anything, and he never told me in front of me that I had to help him manage the company in the future, but

I should do that, and I really don’t want to be too far away from him and my mother.”

"You are indeed a very filial person. Although you can't tell it on the surface, is that really the life you want? Sitting in the office every day and worrying about the company's accounts. Compared to this, I think you should prefer

Fighting, isn't it?" Karl said seriously.

"Let me be clear about one thing. I have no interest in being a ninja, and I have no interest in chasing down demons. It's just that I entered the academy and should do something."

Chu Zifeng drank in silence, "For a person, what he does can be divided into two types, one is what he should do, and the other is what he likes to do. In the former, he has nothing

My impression is that he neither likes nor dislikes that thing, but it should be done, so he will do it. As for the latter, it is his real preference. For me, joining the academy, performing tasks and helping my father manage the company are both

It’s what I should do. But the last thing has higher priority than other things, do you understand?”

Karl was more interested in Chu Zifeng's theory, "Then what is what you really like to do?"

"No. Even fighting is just more interesting. Mixing and drinking are not even more tempting."

"Is it really gone?" Karl was a little unwilling to give up and looked seriously at Chu Zifeng's eyes that seemed to have no interest in anything.

Chu Zifeng thought for a while.

"have."

"What?"

"Qianqian! Qianqian is what I really like!"

Karl sat back tiredly, "Okay, I understand, you don't have to emphasize this point all the time. Besides, I suddenly miss Senior Xiaobei and his complaints."

"Hmph." Chu Zifeng snorted, expressing disdain.

"By the way, how did you get accepted by Teacher Sasayama?"

Looking at the drizzle falling outside the window, Karl shook his head gently, "You know? Whether it is the seniors who have graduated or the juniors who are still in the college, you are one of the people they envy the most in private."

"Is it because I can become the head of the Japanese branch?" Chu Zifeng silently poured himself another glass of beer.

"It's not entirely true. We are all not young people, and we all know that rewards must be paid. To become the head of the Japanese branch, you don't even need Teacher Sasayama's approval. You must get the approval of more than half of the elders in the Senate.

What everyone is really envious of is that you can become a student of Mr. Sasayama. He has not accepted a real student for many years. He only teaches us kendo on weekdays, and he is the only veteran who still teaches."

Thinking of the old man who was as sharp as a knife, Karl spoke in admiration.

"There are not many veterans in the academy who have experienced the ten years of war, and Teacher Sasayama is one of the best. Countless people want to be his students every year, but according to Teacher Sasayama himself, the students he has accepted over the years are

The most satisfactory student is you. And just one year later, you were expelled by Teacher Sasayama for refusing his request. He even stopped letting you in the small building of his kendo hall.

In one year, you have brought two huge shocks to all the teachers and students of the college, and even the seniors from branches around the world have expressed deep envy and jealousy towards you."

Chu Zifeng listened silently, not feeling much in his heart.

"Can you tell me how you fell in love with Teacher Sasayama?" Karl looked at Chu Zifeng with burning eyes.

"It's very simple. The teacher found me on the second day after I entered the academy. However, he had no intention of accepting me as his disciple. He just saw my ability and thought I was very suitable to be a ninja. Indeed, the teacher never

He took on real disciples, but he also trained many excellent ninjas and swordsmen."

"Then what?" Karl asked with great interest.

Chu Zifeng sipped the beer in his cup, "Then he gave me a knife and said that as long as I could survive five minutes in his hand, he would take me with him to teach him. Well, the second minute

I slashed him once, and in the third minute I cut off his bamboo sword. Five minutes later, he asked me if I wanted to go to a place with him."

Chu Zifeng drank the wine silently, his deep eyes slowly reflecting everything in the past.

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Unlike ordinary students in the academy, Chu Zifeng, who had just entered the academy when he was a freshman, was taken away by a senator from the Senate because of his outstanding abilities.

A full year passed before Chu Zifeng returned to the academy and continued his courses.

No one knew where Ribei Shinoyama took him to and what he taught him during that year. Everyone only knew that Chu Zifeng had changed when he returned to the academy.

What has become of him?

If someone asks Qianqian this question, she will definitely say this.

"Although the bastard brother was unwilling to talk before, since he and Mr. Sasayama left the academy and came back, he has become very indifferent. He looks at everything with cold eyes. You know, he used to like dogs very much.

Well, it turns out that the way I look at a dog now is like looking at a stone."

For a year, Chu Zifeng received rigorous training from a Japanese kendo master. His teacher tortured him for a whole year with almost hellish training.

Of course, he also forged an invulnerable killing machine.

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On a night when the moon is sparse, dark clouds quietly cover the full moon in the sky.

In the dark and deep pit, Chu Zifeng was motionless, sitting at the bottom of the pit like a stone statue. On his body, his face was covered with colorful snakes.

The weather is extremely hot, and even at night, the scorching heat makes people breathless.

This is a tropical rainforest in Southeast Asia. This is where the teacher took him to practice. Today is also his first practice.

After not eating or drinking for three consecutive days and two nights, Chu Zifeng's cheeks and eye sockets had already been deeply sunken, and his arms and thighs were covered with horrific bite marks.

The thin snake crawling slowly over his body made him afraid to shed even a trace of terrifying sweat.

Because his forehead and lips were already purple and black. If he had not taken the snake venom antidote in advance, he would have been a corpse. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, his body would no longer be tortured by the snake venom all the time.

During these three days and two nights of suffering, all Chu Zifeng heard was the cold and old voice coming from above his head.

"Your talent is indeed very good, but you are not quiet enough."

"In three days, you sweated twenty-eight times and moved thirty-nine times, and they bit you sixty-seven times."

"You can go back."

"what should I do."

He spoke suddenly, and even he himself didn't realize that his voice was already unknowingly filled with the same indifference as the teacher's voice.

Even the thin snake crawling slowly over his body seemed not to realize what sound the person next to him had just made.

The cold voice above his head fell silent.

Chu Zifeng closed his eyes again and continued to sit in the pit, company with the poisonous snake.

Another three days and two nights passed, when Chu Zifeng was about to fall into severe dehydration and die from snake venom invading his internal organs, a small white jade vial was thrown into the pit.

"Come up."

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After that, he became the only student of the Senate, Ribei Shinoyama.

In a disguised form, he almost became the default candidate for the next director of the Japanese branch.

But unfortunately, he refused all this.

Kneeling in front of the big static face in the kendo hall, Sasayama Ribei, the old man with no expression on his face all year round, knelt in front of Chu Zifeng, as cold as a sword unsheathed.

Look at him.

"Are you willing to be my disciple? You will be my only student from now on."

Chu Zifeng looked at his teacher with the same indifference, but said nothing.

Because he knows what it means to be the teacher's only student.

This means that from now on, he will be tightly bound to the Japanese branch and even the secret party, so, according to his inner wishes, he gave his own answer.

Looking at the old man opposite with sword-like eyes, Chu Zifeng shook his head cleanly.

Refuse to become a ninja, refuse to join the Japanese branch, and refuse to inherit the mantle of his teacher.

The reason is simple: he doesn't like it.

Don’t like being a ninja? Or don’t like the teacher’s almost forced orders? Who knows, but it’s probably more of the latter.

Chu Zifeng is not a docile person, and his docility is only reserved for his relatives. Obviously, Sasayama Ribei, who has only been his teacher for a year, is not at the level of a relative.

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"You should know what happened next. After I rejected the teacher, the teacher pulled out his knife on the spot and put it on my neck. He told me that what I learned in the past year was not even half of his ability.

No, he also told me that if I don’t like life in Japan, I can just be a nominal minister and leave the daily affairs of the branch to others, and then come forward when I am really needed.”

Chu Zifeng looked into Karl's eyes quietly, "But I still chose to refuse."

"Why? You are his only student," Carl said with a wry smile. "Mr. Sasayama even picks some students to teach with him on weekdays, but I have never seen him disappear for a whole year for one person.
To be continued...