The second phase of training lasted for two full months.
Two months later, Shang Yan dialed Ye Fan's number on his phone.
"Beep beep beep—"
"Hey, Shangyan? Your store looks fine to me, business is pretty good. Is there anything else?" Ye Fan asked, holding his phone in one hand and flipping through a book with the other in An Yan Bookstore in Xijin City.
He had a thermos next to him, and the sunlight outside was shining on him, making him feel very comfortable.
Shang Yan held up his phone, "Zhou Ping and I have been here for over two months... You need to pay me a salary, otherwise I can't go to work at the scenic area..."
"Okay, okay, double it, I'll transfer it to Zhou Ping's card right away," Ye Fan readily agreed. "Is there anything else?"
"That's all, see you next time." Shang Yan held Zhou Ping's phone in his other hand, and hung up the phone with satisfaction after seeing that the salary had been deposited into his account.
Zhou Ping was sitting upright to the side, looking at the third-stage training plan in his hand, and sighed.
"Why are you sighing again?" Shang Yan leaned closer and took the training plan in his hand. "What kind of training could make things this difficult for you..."
His expression turned complicated when he saw the training content.
To some extent, this training was indeed difficult for Zhou Ping.
The third phase of training is team battle training.
The Nightfall Squad is to go to the Night Watch squads' bases numbered 006 to 010 and fight them. However, since squad 010, stationed in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, is still being reorganized, the Nightfall Squad only needs to fight four squads this time.
The difficulty of this training was that the Night Watch's higher-ups hadn't informed these squads that Zhou Ping was leading the Nightfall Squad on their upcoming challenge...
Zhou Ping pursed his lips uneasily, his expression conflicted. "Ye Fan means that I need to contact them, explain our purpose... and then let the Nightfall Squad fight them."
Shang Yan could see why he was conflicted.
He reached out and patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder. "Go give it a try. You'll need to communicate with other people eventually."
"..." Zhou Ping lowered his head, "...maybe I won't be able to handle it well..."
"If we can't handle it, Ye Fan isn't going to kill us, is he?" Shang Yan said, his words both unreasonable and arrogant.
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping reached up and rubbed his forehead. "Yan Yan, you can't say things like that."
"Then what should we do?" Shang Yan bent down and hugged Zhou Ping, who was sitting in the chair. "I'm right next to you, so just talk to them boldly."
He reached out and touched Zhou Ping's cheek. "I found out about this a long time ago..."
"You seem to only talk more when you're talking to me, and you don't seem to have any reservations about it."
“You’re different,” Zhou Ping replied almost immediately, his eyes lowered.
He was not comfortable with it and was not very willing to communicate with others.
Shang Yan is enough; Zhou Ping has believed this for a long time.
Shang Yan sighed softly, "When..."
Zhou Ping simply reached out and hugged his waist, burying her head in his chest.
"I'm still too late."
"It's not too late..." Your arrival is enough.
"Do you want to go to training?" Shang Yan conjured up a few purple daphne flowers and tucked them into Zhou Ping's black hair.
“I think… I hope you can become a better person,” Shang Yan said after a moment of thought. “You just need to be able to communicate normally with other people. Ye Fan probably wants you to become less socially anxious.”
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping's face was tense.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door.
Thump thump thump—
"Brother Shangyan, breakfast is ready, come and eat," Lin Qiye called from outside the door.
He was still a little confused, "That's strange, I usually get up really early, why am I getting up so late today..."
Hearing Lin Qiye's mutterings, Baili Tuming, who was standing nearby, quickly reached out and pulled him away.
“Hey, Brother Qiye, Brother Shangyan and Senior Sword Saint are like an old married couple. They must have their reasons for not coming out. Aren’t you just making things difficult by standing at their door?” Baili Tuming’s ears twitched as he glanced at the door behind him.
Lin Qiye hadn't reacted yet when he was pulled away. He frowned slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed, "Breakfast is already prepared..."
"Why don't we just leave a separate portion for each of them?" Baili Tuming patted Lin Qiye on the shoulder.
The door behind me creaked open.
Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping out, and when he saw Lin Qiye and Baili Tuming standing at the door, he smiled and greeted them.
"Seven Nights, Tu Ming, good morning!"
"Good morning, Brother Shangyan," Lin Qiye replied quickly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the training report in Zhou Ping's hand. "Brother Shangyan, breakfast is ready."
Shang Yan nodded with satisfaction. He reached out and patted Lin Qiye's head. "Well done. Zhou Ping got up a little late today and couldn't work with you. I'll have him get up earlier tomorrow."
Lin Qiye smiled a little shyly after being praised.
Zhou Ping, whose name was called, glanced at Shang Yan and then nodded silently.
It wasn't that he woke up late; he woke up very early. Today, it was clearly Shang Yan who kept him from getting up.
Out of consideration for Shang Yan's feelings, Zhou Ping swallowed the truth and offered no explanation.
"I never expected that even the Sword Saint would sleep in so late," Cao Yuan remarked.
An Qingyu adjusted her glasses and placed her hands on the table with her arms crossed. "It's because Brother Shangyan overslept."
His words were straightforward and honest.
Cao Yuan quickly nudged him with his elbow, desperately trying to wink at An Qingyu, "So brave, aren't you afraid of making things more difficult during the Sword Saint's training later?"
After everyone finished eating, Zhou Ping handed the training report in his hand to Lin Qiye and the others.
After reviewing the training content.
"...The third phase of training is just sending us to cause trouble?" Cao Yuan quipped precisely.
“I think the key is in the negotiation,” Lin Qiye said, glancing at Zhou Ping, who was looking down, and then exchanging a glance with Baili Tuming.
The key is to teach Zhou Ping how to negotiate with the other teams.
Baili Tuming pondered for a moment, "That's easy, just have the Sword Saint reveal his identity..."
"Ye Fan forbids me from revealing my identity," Zhou Ping said, looking troubled and conflicted.
Baili Tuming leaned close to Lin Qiye and whispered, "It seems that Senior Sword Saint is only talkative when he's with Brother Shangyan. He's very nervous when he talks to other people."
It's really difficult to get someone with social anxiety to take the initiative to communicate with others.
"It's alright, with Brother Shangyan here, Brother Zhou Ping won't run away," Lin Qiye whispered to Baili Tuming.
Zhou Ping, who appeared to be staring blankly with his head down, actually heard the entire conversation between the two of them. He turned his head and glanced at Shang Yan sitting next to him.
...
It's okay, Shang Yan is here, he can handle it.
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