Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Several prophets were killed one after another, followed by Mu Nandong, who had remained silent—perhaps the werewolves felt that although Mu Nandong hadn't done much, as the brains of the group, it was more reliable to eliminate him first. So they secretly manipulated the vote, voting Mu Nandong out of the game.

Mu Nandong remained calm, closed the rulebook, and revealed his identity.

idiot!

Even if you are voted out, you can stay on the field and, although you don't have the right to vote, you can still speak!

In a typical Werewolf game, being voted out as the Idiot is not something to be happy about. Although the Idiot's ability only becomes useful after being voted out, a good Idiot should die to protect a powerful player or a villager, not spend all their time thinking about using their ability.

But what if...this person is Mu Nandong?

Mu Nandong was the last one. After everyone before him had spoken, he stood up and looked around after remaining silent for the entire round.

He's going to kill this game.

Mu Nandong spoke slowly and deliberately, pointing out each of the wolf pits in his mind.

Everyone had finished speaking, leaving no room for further comment. Mu Nandong, having listened to everyone's remarks, had the time and energy to refute each point, pointing out those subtle but impactful disagreements.

With one speech, three wolf traps were locked down, leaving only one that couldn't be found. In the last two seconds, Mu Nandong said coldly:

“If she isn’t voted out, it’s most likely Nocturne. Because all of your logic falls apart in front of me except for her. Only she can hide her identity. If the other three are voted out and the game isn’t over, then vote for Nocturne.”

"Pass."

At this point, the game entered its garbage time phase.

Mu Nandong's logic is impeccable and unbreakable because he stands on "truth," unlike Nocturne. Although her logical ability is similar to Mu Nandong's, Mu Nandong speaks the truth, while she has to lie. She also has to be careful that her teammates don't get trapped by Mu Nandong's logical schemes, which could lead to a complete breakdown in conversation.

In the werewolf game, Shenxin and Yequ both gave up struggling. Nefertiti tried and exploded with conversation. Luoshui tried to find logical flaws in Munandong's story and also exploded with conversation. As the two talked, they realized they had exploded with conversation, and their voices gradually became softer until they finally fell silent.

Mu Nandong, who had been performing terribly in the first two games, dominated the battlefield!

Chapter Thirty: The End of Summer

"That concludes today's recording. Thank you all for your hard work."

"The next filming will be the last one. It was originally scheduled to end at the end of this summer. But we received news from above that there were some problems with the construction of the Magic Network. Although the telephones can enter the market, it's hard to say about the television sets... So we may have to put it on hold for a while. As for the specific filming time, we'll have to wait a while longer."

"Because the final round of the program is a race that takes place throughout the entire Seven Luminaries City, the organizers will be promoting it. So we hope it will be released to the market along with the television program to leave the deepest impression. So please wait a while."

—This is really confusing. A period of time? How long is a period of time? A month or a year? Are you kidding me?

Fortunately, most of the people who came here knew the boss to some extent (Zhao Yunxian's company was also the boss's business), and knew that the boss wouldn't mess with people over a voice card, so they naturally had no objections.

—Apart from Jiu Yi, his face was as dark as Mu Nandong's, who was instantly killed in a real gunfight.

After all the hard work and struggle to get to this point, I still have to wait...

Victory was within reach, and then this happened...

"Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me!"

The dove also fell into an emo state and left in melancholy.

Ying Qin Guan, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up and said stubbornly, "That last game was completely pointless; why waste time on it..."

He was still brooding over the werewolf game from earlier, where everyone, human or ghost, was showing off. But Ying Qin Guan, the seer, did almost nothing except for a series of elementary school-level three-shots, which infuriated him.

Yu Xietian followed behind, whispering to Shenxin, "He was instantly killed, hurry—"

Before he could finish speaking, everything went black before Yu Xietian's eyes.

boom!

He fell to the ground, taking a flat fall.

Shenxin marveled and wrote something on the small blackboard.

"You can't do it this way. He'll hear if you say it out loud. You have to do it like I do, talking badly about him here. He won't see it. Ying Qin Guan is worried—"

boom!

Shenxin followed in Yu Xietian's footsteps, falling to the ground and shakily lifting the small blackboard.

"Damn it...do you have eyes on the back of your head?"

Nocturne passed by, and because of her identity and position, she was completely manipulated by Mu Nandong and had no chance to fight back. Even now, her smile is still very forced.

"No, the woman needs to find her confidence at the statue of the goddess..."

—Listen to this, is this even human language?

Goddess: rnm, nmsl!

Mu Nandong's expression was indifferent. If it were Ying Qin Guan who had shown off like this in the final Werewolf game, he probably would have wanted to write this story into a book, publish it himself, distribute it all over the country, and then have it engraved on his tombstone after he died, and record it on a radio to play 24 hours a day!

But for Mu Nandong, this matter was insignificant; it was over and done with, not worth mentioning.

"It should have ended long ago."

Luo Shui walked behind, her face full of suspicion.

"Did you really just read the rulebook on the spot? Or did you already know it? I don't believe it..."

The group then went their separate ways.

-

The remaining ten-odd days of summer vacation passed by in a flash.

Before we knew it, those dreadful days had arrived once again.

—The start of the school year.

Whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, this day is approaching step by step, irreversible and unstoppable, coming to every dear student like the Grim Reaper.

"Looking back, it feels like just yesterday that Teacher Ying was embarrassed on the podium."

Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming got off the plane. With the start of the new semester approaching, they had no choice but to return to school.

"Summer vacation, is it over already? How fast time flies."

Fu Feihan sighed, then added, "What a pity... I spent the last two weeks helping Uncle Qi find his family heirloom. I think I have quite a talent for detective work, so why couldn't I find it?"

".."

"Looks like the thief left the crime scene a long time ago... I knew those detective novels were all lies, no one stays at the scene forever." Fu Feihan shook his head. "Never mind, let's hurry back to the dorm, clean up and go straight to the cafeteria for dinner. After two months with my mentor, my mouth is practically boiling with nausea!"

Fu Feihan was eager to return home.

Indeed, compared to those remote and underdeveloped towns, Qiyao's lifestyle is far superior.

But people's joys and sorrows are not the same; some people look forward to the start of school, while others see it as a monstrous flood.

"Waaaaah, I don't want to go to school! I don't want to practice martial arts! Ying Qin Guan has no heart, he's not human! Every time class starts, he forces me to do horse stance, and I have to do it for half the class..."

As the start of the school year approached, Luo Shui tearfully poured out her heart to her best friend, Zhong Hongyu.

Luo Shui had a lot of fun this summer and didn't really practice her basic skills. Ying Qin Guan said her lower body was as weak as a Doritos chip. He originally told her to take extra classes after class, but Luo Shui refused to take any. So Ying Qin Guan could only make Luo Shui do a horse stance on the side during each class to teach her a lesson.

Many teachers comfort their students with the phrase "You're smart but you just don't work hard," but unfortunately, most people are neither smart nor hardworking; it's just a well-intentioned lie. However, Luo Shui does indeed have some talent, and Ying Qin Guan doesn't want her to waste it like this.

A fighter's lower body is their lifeblood. A fighter with an unstable lower body is like a surgeon with trembling hands; they can only talk the talk but can't walk the walk in real combat.

Zhong Hongyu said calmly, "Teacher Ying is doing this for your own good."

"My parents even told me not to eat fried chicken or drink milk tea, to get up at seven in the morning and go to bed at nine at night, all for my own good!" Luo Shui cried, "But I just can't do it..."

"My legs start shaking whenever I think of Teacher Ying. He was watching me intently as I squatted in a horse stance. I knew he was going to tell me to 'sit down a little' the moment he turned his head. Who could stand that!"

Zhong Hongyu thought for a moment and then said, "Me."

—She has a very solid foundation; there's nothing she can't handle when she's in a horse stance.

Luo Shui, momentarily exasperated, retorted angrily, "I'm seeking your comfort, not asking you to argue with me! If that's the case, then there are plenty of people who can do this horse stance..."

Zhong Hongyu nodded as if she understood, and then said, "Teacher Ying is doing this for your own good."

Luo Shui took a deep breath and collapsed onto the table.

"Just kill me..."

In fact, it's not just students who don't want to go back to school.

Inside the board game arcade, Ying Qin Guan and Jiu Yi locked eyes.

"School's about to start..."

"Sigh, school starts again..."

"I really don't want to go to work."

"Look on the bright side, at least the board game arcade is busier again."

"Tsk... Can't you think of something? We don't have to go to work, and are there even people at the board game arcade?"

"You have quite a lot of demands."

As the two were talking, Ying Qin Guan played a "Wine Kill" card, swiped for points, grabbed cards, and killed Jiu Yi's last general.

Jiu Yi had been beaten by the God of War for a whole summer, and now he was completely unmoved. His face remained expressionless as he turned to look out the window.

This summer has come to an end.

Chapter Thirty-One: Exchange Competition

"On the first day of school, everyone, cheer up! Damn it, don't all be stuck in the summer vacation and not move on. The past is like a daughter who has been married off; it can never be brought back!"

On the first day of school, Ying Qin Guan, with dead fish eyes, dark circles under his eyes, slumped shoulders, and a slightly hunched back, was lecturing his students.

Clearly, for someone like him to say such things is utterly unconvincing, like a 1.8-meter-tall man weighing only 100 pounds whose body has been ravaged by alcohol and women saying, "Young people should exercise restraint."

Luo Shui squatted in a horse stance, sweating profusely. She secretly glanced around and saw that many people in the class were trying hard to suppress their laughter or their thoughts of complaining. Seeing this, she was really disappointed. In such a large class, was there really no one who could resist this tyrant? There was no other way. Since no one else dared to do it, then she would do it herself!

Even though she was forced to squat in a horse stance, and her whole body was trembling with exhaustion, she still challenged the powerful and roared defiantly at fate.

At this thought, Luo Shui felt an overwhelming surge of courage.

Who exactly is stuck in summer vacation and can't get over it?

"Luoshui, you've been squatting for so long, it must be tiring. Can you lift me up a little?"

"Hey, really?! Thank you, teacher! I think everyone will adapt to school life quickly! You all need to pay attention, don't be so downcast all the time. If I were a teacher, I wouldn't want to teach if I saw students like that! Cheer up!"