The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

In a martial arts gym in S City, Qiao Huaize stood in an empty martial arts classroom, watching himself in the mirror on the wall. At this moment, he was wearing a white library uniform, and the gold-rimmed glasses that he had always worn were also taken off at this moment and put aside.

Without the barrier of glasses, the pair of dark gray slender phoenix eyes looked even more unfathomable, like a thousand-year-old pond, exuding a faint coolness.

Qiao Huaize held a sword in his hand. This was one of the many good swords he had searched for in this world for many years. It's just a pity that no matter how good the sword in this world is, it can't keep up with the world in his last life.

The sword in this world has no soul, but a dead thing.

Qiao Huaize's slender fingers clasped the scabbard, slowly pulled the scabbard away, and threw it aside.

When Wan Ding, the curator of the martial arts hall, came to the door, he saw this scene.

Qiao Huaize made the sword flow through the clouds, and the sword flower bloomed beside him. Every move and every style of his is extremely fast, ordinary people can only see the afterimage. But in fact, Qiao Huaize's swordsmanship is fast and stable. How to stretch every inch of his muscles, how his fingers hold the hilt, and even the arc and posture of the sword are all in his grasp, and there is no distinction between them. Difference.

Wanding stood at the door and watched idiotically for a long time. His parents practiced martial arts from the same line, but each generation learned different things. For example, his grandfather practiced swords and his father practiced boxing. When he arrived, he practiced Sanda. After all, the times are moving forward, and young people nowadays don't learn those things of the older generation, nor can they learn them.

Wanding's grandfather is also regarded as a well-known swordsman in the local area, just to say something rebellious, Wanding thinks that Qiao Huaize may be more powerful than his grandfather.

Watching Qiao Huaize dance sword is a kind of enjoyment. As long as the sword is in his hands, it seems to be a part of him. No matter what kind of swordsmanship, Qiao Huaize will always have a bone-like temperament.

He is like a noble red-crowned crane, always elegant, indifferent, and tall. Qiao Huaize's swordsmanship is no longer pure sword dancing and martial arts.

That is art, art. Wan Ding Nei Niu thought to himself.

At the end of a set of swordsmanship, Qiao Huaize loosened his fingers and flipped his wrist. The hilt of the long sword was turned over at the back of his hand. Qiao Huaize held the hilt with his backhand and put it into the scabbard.

"Okay, great!" Although it has been watched for several years, Wanding couldn't help but applaud to greet him.

Qiao Huaize turned his face to the side, and after just such a round of movements, there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead. Qiao Huaize looked up at the time, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. He lowered his eyelashes, and just wanted to pick up the water glass on the ground next to him, Wanding had already handed him the water with great insight.

"Thank you." Qiao Huaize was not polite with him either.

The family of martial arts is basically very traditional. Wanding was brought up by his grandfather when he was a child, and his grandfather practiced martial arts as a student. He himself has become accustomed to it.

Because martial arts such as martial arts, like traditional opera, pay attention to accepting apprentices, the master should treat his apprentice as sincerely as his son, and the apprentice should respect the master as if he respects his father. Some masters don't charge money, and the apprentice lives in vain, so of course he has to serve the master in return.

That's how Wan Ding started as an apprentice. His grandfather had a good personality. Although he came from a family of martial arts, his character was quite good. He was very humble and polite, all of which were related to his grandfather's influence.

In Wanding's eyes, this young man who was a few years younger than himself had the feeling of his grandfather back then. Wanding couldn't tell, not only because of Qiao Huaize's skill in swordsmanship, but also because of Qiao Huaize's style and temperament, he also had the feeling of a master in the past, which made Wanding involuntarily show some respect.

"Mr. Joe, it's New Year's Eve today, won't you go home for the New Year?" Wanding asked.

Qiao Huaize shook his head. "I'm not good at it."

Wanding just asked, Qiao Huaize did the same in the previous two years. His identity is a mystery, it seems that he has no family, and Wanding doesn't know where he lives. It's as if this person is really an expert living on the mountain.

"Would you like to go back with me to celebrate the New Year?" Wanding suggested, "My father and grandfather would want to see you. My old man is 87 years old. He was very excited when he saw your video that day. You two must be able to say Going together."

"Sorry, it's still not possible." Qiao Huaize said, "I don't like crowds."

Wanding nodded regretfully, and could only watch Qiao Huaize packing his things.

When Qiao Huaize changed his clothes and was about to leave, Wanding said to him, "Mr. Happy New Year."

Qiao Huaize's icy gray eyes finally eased a little, and he nodded gently.

"You too."

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When Qiao Huaize came out of the convenience store, it was almost eight o'clock.

At this time, with the exception of some young people playing outside, most of the households have already nestled in their homes to prepare for the New Year. The shops that are usually open until ten o'clock on the roadside are basically closed at this moment.

He lives in the family building on the outskirts of the school in S City. Because the university town of S city was merged into this city in recent years, the family building is basically unoccupied. This is a new city. The locals live in the city center. The teachers and the students who rent houses are basically from other places.

In a thirty-story tall building, there are only four houses with lights on tonight, and the scattered ones are not next to each other, like four isolated islands in the dark.

Qiao Huaize didn't care at all. He spent too much time on his own in his previous life. He liked silence more than lively.

Entering the elevator, Qiao Huaize clicked the button on the 30th floor.

The elevator reached the top floor and Qiao Huaize entered the house.

His house has basically no decoration, simple white walls and wooden floors, no frills. Although the house is 100 square meters, there is no TV or computer in the house. There is only a bed, a bedside table, two large bookcases full of books, and a display cabinet for swords. There is another table, two stools, and a sofa in the living room, no more. But the kitchen is still properly configured.

No one would believe that the most famous and most popular professor in the university town would live in such a simple home, and he would use the term minimalism to the extreme.

Qiao Huaize arrived home and started his own nightlife.

He methodically cleaned himself, took a shower, and dried his hair. After coming out, I started to wipe the sword and put the sword I took away today back to its original position. Then, I started to appreciate the other swords, took out one of them and continued to wipe the sword.

Two hours later, Qiao Huaize finally put down his sword, took out a thick dictionary book and a notebook in the bookcase, sat at the table and read it for a while, occasionally writing something in the book—yes, he was preparing to download it by himself The content of the semester taught.

At 11:30, the sound of fireworks sounded outside the window, and Qiao Huaize raised his head and drank a glass of water.

He doesn't even have a watch at home, because Qiao Huaize's timetable is extremely accurate. Knowing that the New Year was still half an hour away, he stood up, picked up the bag of things he had just bought, and left the door.

Qiao Huaize's house is on the top floor, and there are steps leading to the roof in the stairwell. He carried the bag and went to the rooftop. As soon as the iron door was opened, the cold wind rushed in, and he didn't care.

There was something hidden by a bag in the corner of the roof. Qiao Huaize opened the bag, and underneath was a small sofa. He sat on the sofa, took out the wine in the bag, and sat on the roof of the thirtieth floor, drinking while looking into the distance.

The moon hangs on the sky in a cool, and Qiao Huaize can see the light of the city center at the junction of the sky, like the Milky Way falling down the gap between the sky and the earth.

It was almost midnight, and more people set off fireworks. From Qiao Huaize's perspective, he can see fireworks blooming in different places. Even the relatively remote university town has crackling firecrackers.

The winter wind picked up the ends of Qiao Huaize's hair. He opened the liquor, raised his head and took a sip, and frowned in disgust.

He can do everything, the most unbearable thing is the world's slack in martial arts, and he can't even find a good sword. The other thing I can't stand is that the wine is really not good.

It's zero. Qiao Huaize told him the time in his heart.

He leaned on the sofa, studying the ingredients and origin of this bottle of liquor. Just then, his cell phone began to ring continuously.

All the students who were embarrassed to disturb him on weekdays took advantage of the opportunity of Chinese New Year to send him text messages, wishing him happiness in faith. Just after 12:05, Qiao Huaize had received hundreds of text messages. In this era when everyone uses V letters to communicate, students use text messages to send messages to Qiao Huaize. You can imagine how popular he is when he doesn't use smart devices.

Looking at the information, the corners of Qiao Huaize's mouth curled slightly.

He put down the phone and stared into the distance. I took another sip of white wine. Although the taste of the wine was too bad, after a few sips, my stomach gradually warmed up.

It seems that for Qiao Huaize, nothing has changed. In the previous life, he wandered out of the world with a sword and a flask, and it seems the same in this life.

It's just that this world is really not suitable for cultivation. Even if Qiao Huaize has practiced hard since he was a child, his level can surpass the only people who practice martial arts now, and he is not as good as one-tenth of what he was back then. Knowing this, Qiao Huaize did not insist on continuing to pursue progress, but turned to start his teaching career.

Practicing martial arts and teaching children are equally important to him.

Qiao Huaize loved to drink in the past and this life, but unfortunately, he was born with a bad drinking capacity in this life. Qiao Huaize drank a bottle of white wine, and the phoenix eyes were slightly red, and he was a little drunk.

He raised his head and breathed lightly, as if the white mist he exhaled had a trace of scorching heat.

The dark sky began to snow.

Qiao Huaize narrowed his eyes slightly, and he became a little lazy when he was slightly boozed. He doesn't feel cold and doesn't like to move, so he sits in the snow.

When he was half drunk and half awake and about to fall asleep, Qiao Huaize seemed to feel a hand gently climbing on his cheek, and the temperature in the palm of his hand made him subconsciously tilt his head.

"Ozawa, Ozawa..." a woman's voice called him with a smile.

Qiao Huaize opened his eyes lightly, and he seemed to be sitting under a tree with hoarfrost staining the ground.

A young woman squatted by his side, her long black hair curled behind her head, and a strand of hair that was not long or short just reaching her ears fell out of her ears indiscriminately. The woman stretched out her hand to pin it behind her ears. . Then she smiled softly.

"Ozawa, look." She said.

She stood up, drew out her sword, pointed to the side, and concentrated. Turning the hilt of her wrist, the sword light flickered.

Qiao Huaize stared blankly at her dancing sword in the snow, with light and elegant steps. Although the swordsmanship was fierce, he saw her sword flashing, but he actually avoided every falling snowflake.

After finishing the set, she closed the sword, stood still, and smiled softly, "Ozawa, what sword technique did I use just now?"

Tread snow to find plum.

Eight-year-old Qiao Huaize murmured softly with the grown-up Qiao Huaize.

"Really smart." The woman said softly, "One day, you will learn it, and then surpass me. At that time, the world really opens to you."

Qiao Huaize opened his eyes.

It was dawn, he lowered his head and saw that his body was covered with the snow accumulated last night, he stood up and patted the snow on his body.

a little cold.

But Qiao Huaize didn't care. After all, for the sword sage and martial arts leader of the previous life, it was impossible to catch a cold. If you catch a cold, you can directly use your internal energy to force it out.

He went home, took off his clothes, and was cold all over.

Qiao Huaize sat down at the table, he picked up the water glass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He sneezed.

Qiao Huaize opened his eyes wide, and he was stunned.

The author has something to say: a very cat-like cub~

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I've been waiting for a long time, so the day is awkward, so it's too late to write _(:з」∠)_ there will be updates in a while!