Chen Zhengyang had four direct disciples in total, Chen Yin included. Both Zhao Tie and Wang Pangzi had shown him goodwill.
First Senior Brother Zhao Tie was upright and willing to guide juniors. Third Senior Brother Wang Pangzi came from an astonishingly influential family, yet carried no airs and had even taken the initiative to befriend him.
As for Second Senior Brother Zhou Chen, his attitude remained unclear. He appeared warm, yet there always seemed to be a barrier between them.
And Chen Yin... Fang Yuan could feel her undisguised dislike with perfect clarity.
Not bad! Fang Yuan smacked his lips inwardly. He had only just arrived, and having two people show him goodwill was already a decent start.
He could not possibly make everyone like him. He had that much self-awareness.
"Junior Brother Fang! Come over here!" Zhao Tie called from the distance.
Fang Yuan nodded to Wang Pangzi and strode over.
Zhao Tie looked at him and said directly:
"Junior Brother Fang, now that you've joined the Martial Arts School, there are some things I'll say plainly.
The Martial Arts School doesn't keep idle hands. From now on, chores like sweeping and tidying up the equipment will be handled by the two of us in turns. What do you think?"
After saying that, he carefully watched Fang Yuan's expression.
These chores were neither especially burdensome nor particularly easy. Many proud disciples were rather unwilling to do them.
Hearing this, Fang Yuan showed no dissatisfaction at all and nodded readily.
"No problem, Senior Brother Zhao. Being able to stay at the Martial Arts School and learn is already a rare opportunity. It's only right to do some chores."
His attitude was open and frank. He felt this was perfectly normal.
Seeing him agree so readily, without the slightest resistance,