By this time, the instructors had already begun surreptitiously sizing up Qing Chen.
They wanted to put this young man, who taught combat, in his place as soon as he made a scene about his office position, to ridicule him a bit.
But now it seemed that the young man didn't plan to cause any trouble; one chair was enough for him.
The instructors thought to themselves, perhaps this young man doesn't like to stir up trouble?
Of course, that would be the best outcome, as the school might gain another one to serve tea and water.
Li's School had rules that students must do everything themselves once they join, and this rule applied to instructors as well, who should lead by example.
At this moment, an instructor who was secretly observing Qing Chen murmured to himself, thinking that the instructor from the Martial Arts School was too young, looking about the same age as the students who graduated from the school, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.
