Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The Daily Life of a Martial Arts Department Teacher Author: Preferring the Words "Pillow Startling Swan"

Summary:

My name is Ying Qin Guan, I am 23 years old, unmarried, and a martial arts instructor at the Imperial Academy.

I'm more enthusiastic than the students after class every day. I don't smoke, and I only drink when someone offers me a drink.

If they don't invite me, I'll beat them up until they do. I usually go to sleep around 2 or 3 a.m.

If I don't have classes the next day, I'll sleep until noon. Before going to sleep, I must read "The Daily Life of a Martial Arts Department Teacher".

I occasionally read "The Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin," and I usually fall asleep immediately after going to bed. My colleagues and students all think I'm a good teacher.

At the card table, Ying Qin Guan spoke while flipping over his general card.

Chapter 1: Going to Work, Working One Day and Resting Six

"Hello."

"Ah...hello."

Yin sat in the chair, staring at the man across the desk.

He was wearing a prison uniform and looked to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. His lifeless eyes met her listlessly, and his hair looked like it hadn't been styled in a long time... but the quality and volume of his hair were truly remarkable. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he wouldn't have to worry about his hair for at least forty years.

Programmers who saw this immediately thought it was amateurish.

Miss Yin, who spends a lot of money on hair care every week, sighed inwardly.

Yin glanced at the information in his hand... It was a photo of the man before he went to prison. The man in the photo was dashing, with sharp eyes and a dignified posture. In the bar, he was the type who could get a woman drunk with a glass of water. Yin wondered what he had gone through during his year in prison, which was why he came out looking like a dead fish.

It seems the Empire's prisons are even more terrifying than water guns.

As she was thinking, she suddenly forgot the other person's name, and then glanced at the information in her hand again.

Ying Qin Pass... a strange name.

"The Nephalem sent me here. I heard that they guarantee job placement here. Is that true?"

Ying Qin Guan stared with dead fish eyes, his voice sounding like he hadn't slept enough and was about to yawn, and was also a little unclear.

"Even the boss is saying that. There's no such thing as guaranteed job placement... It's just providing some opportunities."

Miss Yin was very troubled. She didn't know where the rumor came from, saying that An Guosi would guarantee her a job after her release from prison...

—Come on! Use your brains! How could such a good thing fall into the hands of a bunch of people? The only stable, guaranteed job in the Empire is sending you to the north to mine!

Anguo Division, a large-scale intermediary agency in the empire.

It is a newly established institution in recent years, originally a special social welfare institution for prisoners.

Due to the success of the Third Alchemy Revolution, the Empire's technology experienced an explosive leap forward, changing rapidly almost every year. Meanwhile, prisoners, cut off from the outside world and lacking access to information, found it nearly impossible to integrate into the new society upon release. Coupled with their tarnished pasts, they sometimes couldn't even find basic employment. Eventually, they were driven to desperate measures, ultimately ending up back in prison.

The implementation of the Imperial Human Rights Law also bears some responsibility for this. The living conditions of the vast majority of non-serious offenders have improved to some extent. In addition, everyone here is just like them, so they won't be looked down upon. Therefore, the vast majority of prisoners... will come to love prison life.

Outside, you can't find a job because your resume is looked down upon, and you have no family or friends. In prison, everyone is just like you, you won't be looked down upon, and your life will be secure.

In such an environment, many prisoners are unable to reintegrate into life outside after their release. Each time they are released, they commit minor crimes, then turn themselves in, are arrested, and are sent back to prison. There are even 'homecoming bibles' circulating in prisons, with statements such as "Returning to prison is as comfortable as going home" and "What prison? This is my home!" appearing one after another.

This phenomenon was outrageous, and the empire naturally could not allow such an unhealthy trend to develop, so the State Security Bureau was established.

Initially, as a special social welfare institution, their main task was to help released prisoners reintegrate into society and start a new life as much as possible. In most cases, the only thing prisoners were missing from reintegrating into society was a job.

Therefore, in most cases, the task of Anguo Division is to help prisoners find jobs and adapt to new life in society.

But fate is an unpredictable thing; once you plant an unknown seed, you can never know what kind of flower it will eventually bloom into.

After numerous setbacks, the Anguo Division underwent several reforms under the leadership of Director Nephalem, eventually transforming itself from a special social welfare institution into the Empire's only officially designated intermediary agency.

—Yes, they've become intermediaries.

The initial positioning was indeed very confusing. Helping criminals find jobs just didn't sound right. Why should criminals receive the services and assistance that citizens of the Empire couldn't?

This isn't in the river.

For this reason, various reforms were carried out, and it eventually became what it is today.

However... Ying Qin Pass was indeed special. Before the exchange, the superior specifically instructed Yin to agree to whatever the other party asked for, no matter how outrageous the request was.

What are your requirements for the job?

Ying Qin Guan scratched the back of his head, revealing a simple and innocent smile, and said, "I have quite a few requirements..."

At this moment, Miss Yin, unaware of the hardships of life, thought Ying Qin Guan was just being polite. After all, he had been to prison; how could he really dare to make demands of An Guo Si? So she said gently, "It's alright, please speak."

“Well, I’ve already said…” Ying Qin Guan glanced at Yin and said in a friendly manner, “You can take notes.”

Miss Yin frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

“First, let’s talk about get off work hours.” Ying Qin Guan put his hands behind his head, tilted his head back, looked up at the lights, and said casually, “I can’t get up in the morning, so I’d prefer to start work at 10 a.m. or later.”

Miss Yin's hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

"Then, I need to take a nap, so I hope to have a midday rest, preferably starting around noon, or at least until 1:30 pm."

The pen shook a bit too much, and she lost her grip, dropping it to the ground. Miss Yin stiffened, but managed to pick it up with difficulty.

"Ideally, I should leave work before 5 p.m. Why? Because as an adult, I need a vibrant nightlife and time to myself."

"..?"

"Also, two weekends off is too tiring. There are seven days in a week, why should we only get two days off? I hope it's four days on, three days off, or three days on, four days off. Of course, I also have no objection to five days on, two days off, or six days on, one day off."

"..?"

"Then let's talk about salary. I don't have high requirements for this part. As long as it can support my rich nightlife, that's fine. Let me calculate... a monthly salary of around four hundred pounds would be enough."

Before! All! Demands! Are! Excessive!

My monthly salary is only eighty pounds! I work ten hours a day, six days a week, sixty hours a day, how dare you, you bastard, shamelessly ask for that amount! Don't even mention four hundred pounds, I'd think four pounds is too much!

And what the hell is this "rich nightlife" thing?! I admit you were somewhat attractive before you went to jail, but you're completely unattractive now!

Miss Yin was internally ranting, and her professional fake smile was about to crumble.

"Well... that's about it. I'll add the rest later if I think of anything else."

You! Him! Mother! Still! Want! To! Make! More!

You're a fucking prisoner, you fucking broke the law, do you know that? What the hell is all this about? Do you think you're some high-ranking nobleman down here to experience life?!

Miss Yin desperately wanted to flip the table and pull out her musket to expose her status as a released prisoner. But remembering her superior's instructions, she forced herself to hold back. However, as the saying goes, "a moment of forbearance can lead to ovarian cysts, a step back can cause breast hyperplasia," Miss Yin grew increasingly angry and finally decided to retaliate in kind.

“Mr. Ying, An Guosi understands your request. But... if I may be frank, you only stated your request, but didn't say what you can do, what you're capable of, what your special skills are, or what you've studied before—alchemy, magic, law, accounting, medicine, cooking, etc…”

Ying Qin Guan was taken aback, and somewhat embarrassed, said, "I have never been to school."

Never went to school...

The silver is practically cracking. Never been to school, and you expect a monthly salary of four hundred pounds? What the hell are you good for?

"So... what are your special skills?" Miss Yin felt the other person hadn't grasped her sarcastic tone. As Mr. Zhou Shuren once said, sarcasm that the other person isn't aware of is meaningless. So she launched a series of attacks, determined to make the other person realize just how unreasonable his request was!

"I'm incredibly good at playing cards!"

"Really?! You like playing multi-player games—ahhh! What are you talking about?! Who cares how good you are at cards? What kind of talent is that?! Don't you have any other reliable skills?!"

"This one won't work either..."

Ying Qin Guan sighed, rested his chin on his hand, and looked out the window with a lazy gaze.

"If I were to say I have any other special skills..."

"I think I'd be considered pretty strong."

Chapter Two: Gods - The Unyielding Fallen Warriors

Fate is truly an unpredictable little thing.

Nephalem had heard an interesting story before. Legend has it that the board game company Time Killer was initially ignored by everyone, had very few users, suffered losses year after year, and was close to bankruptcy. Later, the company's senior management, after much deliberation, anonymously went to the streets to collect opinions. In the end, they received guidance from an expert, made a bold move, and decided to do everything in their power to have all the company's original artists draw the book.

Using original artwork weighing tens or even hundreds of pounds to bombard the doujinshi industry—what a terrifying dimensional reduction attack!

With the company's extensive historical knowledge as guidance, the resulting notebooks not only boasted exceptional artwork but also contained a wealth of interesting historical tidbits. Combined with the rumors of a "reputable company venturing into notebook design," the notebooks quickly gained popularity, indirectly boosting board game sales. Subsequently, the board game company implemented a series of strategies, including launching "skin card pools," "holiday limited-time offers," "return of deities," and "special card pools," successfully reviving its fortunes and becoming a dominant force in the board game industry.

To this day, the company continues to thrive.

Every time Nephalem heard about this, he thought of himself.

He is the director of the Anguo Division.

Ankokuji was originally a social welfare institution for released prisoners. However, due to various reasons, it eventually became a large-scale national intermediary agency.

You know, I originally just wanted to be a junior director who helps released prisoners reintegrate into society, but how did I end up becoming a ruthless intermediary boss who gets bribes left and right?

However, these days, not only job seekers have to go to Ankokuji to find work, but even employers have to cultivate good relationships with Ankokuji so that they can send SSRs to their side.

Given these needs, Anguo Si naturally wants to cultivate a good relationship with the Imperial Academy, the only school in the country that consistently produces SSR graduates.

There is only one royal academy within the Seven Luminaries Empire, and that is the Seven Luminaries Royal Academy.

The best university in the Seven Luminaries Empire, and one of the top universities in the world, the Imperial Academy is divided into five departments: Martial Arts, Magic, Alchemy, Arts and Literature, and Sociology.

As everyone knows, the alchemy department of the Seven Luminaries Empire's Imperial Academy is the best in the world. Whether it's the quality of its teachers, teaching facilities, student quality, or learning atmosphere, it can be considered the best on the continent.

However, compared to the Alchemy Department, the Martial Arts Department is slightly inferior. The learning atmosphere is particularly perplexing. Martial Arts students are naturally combative, and fighting is commonplace. It's unclear whether they are studious or just troublemakers. More importantly, Nephalem heard that two more Martial Arts Department teachers recently resigned from the Imperial Academy, and the department head has been extremely busy dealing with the matter.

Teachers specializing in martial arts are hard to find. This is the Seven Luminaries Royal Academy, and to become a teacher for those violent lunatics here... you'd have to be really, really good at fighting.

But Ying Qinguan happened to be one of the most formidable fighters in the world.

Perhaps, one of them could be removed.

Nefertari knocked on the dean's office door.

"Please come in."

A lazy male voice came from inside, and Nefertari pushed open the door.

With silver hair, the dean, who looked to be only in his twenties but was actually only in his early twenties, sat at his desk, organizing his Time-Space Killer General Cards.

The head of the Imperial Household Agency, Jiu Yi.