Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"So you don't have a beauty mark under your eye..." Ying Qin Guan retorted.

Nocturne waved his folding fan and smiled, "It was just to match the lady's clothes that day, so I put it on."

Speaking of this, Nocturne changes her clothes almost every day, sometimes twice a day, while Mu Nandong...

Ying Qin Guan slowly turned his gaze to Mu Nan Dong. It seemed that the other party had always been wearing the same clothes.

"Your eyes tell me you suspect I haven't changed my clothes," Mu Nandong said expressionlessly. "I have a whole wardrobe of the same clothes, and I change them every day."

Ying Qin Guan didn't dwell on the matter. He said, "Shall the three of us patrol together?"

Nocturne smiled and nodded, saying, "Exactly."

Mu Nandong said coldly, "Does something so obvious really need confirmation?"

"No, wasn't it said that only teachers from the Martial Arts and Magic departments would participate in the patrols? Aren't you two from the Alchemy and Arts departments?" Ying Qin Guan asked curiously.

"Martial arts and magic are just different terms," ​​Nocturne said leisurely. "In reality, anyone with a certain level of strength must now shoulder the responsibilities of a mentor..."

"Nonsense." Mu Nandong sneered, "It's just overtime pay."

When Nocturne was exposed by Mu Nandong, she was not embarrassed at all. She waved her folding fan and chuckled, "This lady has been eyeing a folding fan from Fushifang for a long time."

Ying Qin Guan scratched the back of his head. He had only just learned about the overtime pay and exclaimed, "Then the dean is not bad at all."

"It's just a normal method," Mu Nandong said calmly. "Having strength is not a reason to take responsibility. The saying 'With great power comes great responsibility' is compatible downwards, but not upwards. This saying can only be said by the strong to the weak, or by the powerful to themselves."

"When the weak say this to the strong, demanding they take responsibility, or when they say it to themselves to evade responsibility, it's both the most clever and the most foolish thing to do. Not paying overtime essentially forces teachers who shouldn't bear that responsibility to shoulder risks and obligations that aren't theirs. But if they are paid, the situation is completely different. This makes it a special profession where those without the ability have no right to join..."

"No... I mean, do you two also have the ability?"

Ying Qin Guan interrupted Mu Nan Dong, saying, "Are you... really that strong? I can't tell at all..."

Mu Nandong seemed to be choked and couldn't speak.

Miss Nocturne was very confident. She put away her folding fan, crossed her arms, and laughed, "Indeed, women are very strong. Even the nameless swordsman and the God of War of Southern Qin cannot match her."

Mu Nandong clicked his tongue and said, "Neither of us has much fighting ability, but we know a lot."

He tapped his head with his finger and said, "My understanding of the Gu Heart Demon comes only from books, and there might be some unforeseen circumstances that no one knows about. In this case, having more knowledge can help us make more rational choices. So, this guy and I should also join the patrol team, but... logically speaking, we should be separated."

He frowned and said, "Brains don't equal two. Two brains together still only equal one. And we're missing one combatant... The team was assigned by Wu Changying. He's been a teacher at this school for many years and knows the teachers' abilities well. So he'll try his best to even out the team's combat strength..."

Mu Nandong looked at Ying Qinguan and suddenly asked, "Are you very strong?"

"Hmm...that's pretty strong."

"What do you mean by 'brute strength'?" Mu Nandong disliked this imprecise way of speaking. He said coldly, "Strong is strong, and weak is weak. What do you mean by 'brute strength'?"

"Then I will be invincible."

Hearing this, Ye Qu was quite satisfied. He patted Ying Qin Guan on the shoulder with his folding fan and said, "Women are no exception."

"...Whatever you want."

Mu Nandong didn't dwell on the topic any further. He said, "If a team only has one combatant, we can only hope to defeat it on the spot. I hope you can be reliable. This Gu Heart Demon isn't very intelligent and is probably far from reaching its peak. Logically, it shouldn't be too strong, but as a species with such few cases that they can be ignored, we still need to be cautious."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch and said, "It's time... Let's begin the patrol. Follow me, I've memorized the route."

Chapter Sixteen: The Serenity of Vegetables

The three strolled through the royal palace at night.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; all was silent except for the rustling of leaves underfoot as the three of them stepped on the ground.

Ying Qinguan was in a somewhat awkward position.

None of the three spoke.

Mu Nandong had been carefully observing his surroundings, hoping to find some clues. Actually, it was unnecessary; what he could sense, Ying Qin could sense even with his eyes closed. But Ying Qin was too embarrassed to say anything; it would be too ostentatious, and besides, it would make him feel awkward.

Nocturne slowly and gracefully waved her folding fan, attracting attention with her elegant posture.

Ying Qin Guan was caught between the two men, his body stiff, not knowing what to look at.

Looking to the left, Mu Nandong had already been staring at that direction, so looking there again seemed superfluous.

Look to the right... it's like they've been watching Nocturne the whole time. If Ying Qin Guan has a clear conscience, that's fine, but... what if he does have a guilty conscience?

Then you can only keep staring straight ahead...which looks really silly.

"Heaven and earth are the inn of all things."

Miss Nocturne suddenly spoke. Her words were quite interesting, like a soft murmur or a song, with a unique lightness and rhythm. In Ying Qin Guan's words, it was "fuckily beautiful."

Ying Qin Guan felt that if this were a game, four options (A, B, C, D) would pop up next to him right now. Answering correctly would increase Nocturne's favorability, thus unlocking the Night Curve. But...

You only realize how little you know when you need it!

I can't understand it at all!

"What are you yelling about again?" Mu Nandong, who clearly knew the answer, put on a sour face and was very disrespectful. It was obvious that he was a straight man.

Miss Nocturne said leisurely, "Time is but a fleeting guest through a hundred generations..."

She paused slightly, then smiled and said, "Life is but a dream, how much joy can one have?"

Mu Nandong said expressionlessly, "So, what are you trying to say?"

"The woman believes that one should find ways to enjoy life," Nocturne said, fanning herself with a folding fan. "In this situation, simply walking around would be rather boring."

“Although I don’t think we can find the Gu Heart Demon this way, at least we’re working now. Can you be a little more serious?” Mu Nandong said, then suddenly showed an extremely troubled expression. “You troublesome woman, you know I shouldn’t be talking to you like a human being… So, what do you want to play?”

Ying Qin Guan had also heard about this. It was said that Miss Nocturne from the Arts Department was very self-centered, doing whatever she wanted, and basically no one could stop her. She was a ruthless person who could precisely jump around within everyone's tolerance limits.

Nocturne closed her folding fan, held it in her hand and played with it for a moment, then smiled and said, "Flowers fly everywhere in Spring City."

"Tsk... whatever you want." Mu Nandong looked at Ying Qin Guan and asked, "What about you? Do you want to join in too?"

Although Ying Qin Guan was uneducated, he had heard the poem "Spring City, where are not flowers flying everywhere?" and hesitated before asking, "Flying Flower Order?"

"Yes." Mu Nandong said expressionlessly, "This woman likes this kind of thing. Every year she holds various competitions in the school, such as playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and flute. There are so many participants that I sometimes suspect she is a spy sent by another country to corrupt the next generation of the empire and make them waste their time on this."

At this point, Mu Nandong suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it... what I taught was clearly the useful stuff."

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Mu Nandong's tone sounded a little aggrieved.

No, no, no... it must be my imagination.

"The Flying Flower Game..." This stirred up some memories for Ying Qin Guan. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll participate too. Don't let my appearance fool you, I actually know quite a lot."

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To challenge the two great libraries of the Imperial Palace while being semi-literate and win the Qin Pass—you are truly brave!

Come on, enter the game, control the hero, kill minions, and earn coins. See, you've already learned the game. It's very simple, isn't it? Try teaming up with your teammates to defeat your opponents and protect your banknotes!

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Nocturne, fanning himself with a folding fan, pointed to the moon in the sky and said, "Today's 'Flying Flowers' game will be this month..."

"I don't care." Mu Nandong was clearly just giving Nocturne a perfunctory answer, but it was only a perfunctory attitude. Because for him, whether he was serious or not, it was basically the same.

"If it's just about choosing the moon... Hmph, it seems you don't want to settle things and are just playing around for nothing."

Ying Qin Guan still didn't understand Mu Nan Dong's words at this time: why did he say he didn't want to determine a winner?

Nocturne smiled and said, "The woman goes first."

She waved her folding fan and casually recited, "The moonlight always shines in the golden goblet."

Mu Nandong didn't even bother to glance at Nocturne, and continued, "The bright moon shines among the pines."

Ying Qin Guan pondered for a moment, muttering to himself, "I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon," "A flying mirror beneath the moon," "When will the bright moon appear?"

He muttered for a long time, and Mu Nandong turned around, revealing a look of shock and bewilderment for the first time since his appearance. He looked at Ying Qin Guan and made what he considered to be the boldest and most unbelievable guess of his life.

"Do you have to think about the very first sentence of something like this?"

Finally, Ying Qin Guan thought of a phrase and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Qingyue is a person of good character."

Nocturne didn't care at all and casually replied, "We all look at the bright moon in the same way."

Without a second's hesitation, Mu Nandong replied, "Liaohai swallows the border moon."

Ying Qin Guan racked his brains for a long time. The poetry and prose of Southern Qin were flourishing, and it was said to be a cultural export to the world. Although he was from Southern Qin, it was difficult to simply describe him as ignorant. His most familiar knowledge consisted only of lines about military generals shouted by his card-playing friends. Just like now, he couldn't recall a single line from the poem "Spring River, Flowers in the Morning, Autumn Moon Night."

"I didn't mean anything by it, but honestly, this kind of game is boring. It's not as fun as playing cards. Although I can answer the questions, it's not interesting. Really, let's go on."

The platypus could not resist.

Mu Nandong shook his head.

Miss Nocturne smiled slightly, completely ignoring Ying Qin Guan, just as he had heard, she was someone who wouldn't listen to others.

She softly recited: "Spring river, flowers in the morning, autumn moon at night."

Mu Nandong carefully surveyed his surroundings, and said, "When we parted, the vast river was bathed in moonlight."

"The moon surges in the great river."

"Returning home with a hoe under the moon."

"My song lingers with the moon."

"The right hair destroys the moon branch."

..

Sandwiched between two massive, mobile libraries, Ying Qin Guan felt increasingly small and insignificant. Yet, his expression remained serene, like that of a sage; if one were to describe him, it would probably be one of tranquil serenity.

The two of them... kept talking until the end of the night patrol.

"So that's what it means to not want a decisive victory."

Chapter Seventeen: God Kui

The next day.

After class, Ying Qin Guan and his students went to the cafeteria together.

As we all know, this is the best time to chat.