Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Luo Shui, a person who enjoys himself, is quite outspoken when it comes to having fun.

Ying Qin Guan glared at Luo Shui, and Luo Shui quickly became docile.

“I was looking at the one next to her. Look, doesn’t she look a lot like Zhong Hongyu?”

"Of course, because that's Zhong Hongyu's mother."

Luo Shui's comment made Ying Qin Guan suddenly realize something, and he was quite satisfied, "I knew it! It wasn't for nothing that I observed for several seconds..."

Having received a satisfactory answer, Ying Qin Guan withdrew his gaze and asked, "And you, what's your midterm assignment? Are you off work now?"

Luo Shui sighed and said, "What is the commission... Simply put, it's beating up drug addicts to help them quit. I was about to leave work... but Hongyu asked me to cover her shift because she has something important to do. So what can I do? My uncle can only spoil her. But the canteen at the drug rehabilitation center is really not good. I asked Hongyu to watch it for me for an hour while I go out to eat something I want."

Beating up drug addicts...?

Ying Qin Guan was momentarily unsure whether Luo Shui was serious or joking about her perplexing statement. But not understanding and not asking was a survival secret of the platypus, and as a true god of the platypus sequence, Ying Qin Guan naturally wouldn't make such a basic mistake.

After Luo Shui finished speaking, she looked at Ying Qin Guan and said, "Teacher Ying, what about you? Haven't you been at the board game cafe all this time?"

Ying Qin Guan coughed twice and said, "Some people's purity is insufficient, but I won't say who it is."

"Yi-yi?" Luo Shui's eyes sharpened. "The dean went to jail for embezzlement?"

Dove—also—!

Before Ying Qin Guan could even complain, Luo Shui added, "Forget it, with the Dean's card-playing skills being only 30/70 compared to yours, he can't even play Time-Space Kill properly, let alone embezzle."

That makes sense... but why do I feel like I'm being looked down upon too? Is she subtly criticizing me? Should I reward her with a "consciousness-cutting" (a form of sarcastic or critical attack)? What if she's not subtly criticizing me? Wouldn't that be incredibly unfair? But what if she is, and I don't cut her off? Where is my dignity as a teacher then?

While Ying Qin was struggling with his decision, Luo Shui spoke up again.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Ying, are you free around the clock?"

The question came somewhat abruptly. Ying Qin Guan thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... it depends. Mature adults are very busy. But if it's for their students, I might be able to squeeze out some time."

“Actually…” Luo Shui thought for a moment and said, “I felt that Hong Yu’s mental state was a bit off when she came to see me. It was strange. She’s usually the type who doesn’t like to bother others. No matter what it is, she will never bother others as long as she can handle it herself. But this time, she suddenly asked me for help out of the blue, saying that she had something important to do… I’m a little worried about her. Teacher, could you go and see her? I think she should be at home. Like you, she doesn’t usually go to other places.”

Ying Qin Guan consistently spawns in the Board Game Hall, while Zhong Hongyu consistently spawns in the Martial Arts Arena.

Ying Qin Guan didn't think about it for too long. He had nothing better to do, and he had seen Zhong Hongyu's hard work. She was so hardworking that it was almost heartbreaking.

—To be honest, before Ying Qin Guan became his teacher, Fu Ju's strength, while higher than Zhong's, wasn't by much. But once Ying Qin Guan took over, everything changed. His martial arts skills were unparalleled, allowing him to see through every flaw in other schools of martial arts. Logically, everyone could improve, but Ying Qin Guan... due to his limited education, had limited communication skills and often failed to express himself clearly. So sometimes, understanding what he was saying required a certain level of comprehension.

Fu and Ju were both highly perceptive, so they soared to great heights, while Zhong Hongyu... well, it's a bit of a pity.

“Okay.” Ying Qin Guan agreed to Luo Shui’s request, saying casually, “It wouldn’t be bad to treat it as a surprise home visit.”

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Teacher Ying!" Luo Shui smiled happily and said, "Zhong Hongyu's home is at No. 29, Ferma Community... If you haven't eaten yet, Teacher, go visit her after you finish eating, just to relax."

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Decision with the General

That night, the stars shone brightly.

Polya is located in the northern part of the continent, where night always comes exceptionally quickly. While other places are still at dusk, Polya has already ushered in its own night.

"Do you want to go?"

Ju Qiuming stood at the door of his room.

Are you going?

Ji Fenming wrote very clearly in the note: This is the last time. If Ju Qiuming doesn't come this time, then he will never appear in Ju Qiuming's life again, and he can fully enjoy being human...

"An ordinary life".

Ju Qiuming could have done that, but he realized he wasn't human.

Then he could no longer pretend he didn't know about it.

Can not go back.

Ju Qiuming stood at the door.

He has been standing here for a long time, but still hasn't been able to make a choice.

Once he takes that step, he will no longer be human; from then on, he will be a foreign race that everyone hates and kills, and there will be no place for him on this continent.

To be fair, who has helped Ju Qiuming grow to where he is today?

It's myself.

Although Ji Fenming gave him money, it did not have an indelible effect. Ju Qiuming was suspicious by nature, and he did not dare to use the money recklessly when he received it. Primary and junior high school education was compulsory, and he worked part-time during high school. As for university, with his talent, it would not have been difficult for him to get a full tuition waiver like Nephalem did.

But... does that matter?

Does it really matter what kind of help the alien race gave you?

I want to go back there, not because the alien race helped me, but because... I was originally from the alien race.

As I live here, will there come a day when my identity is exposed, and I lose my life like that rebellious ghost in the City of Truth?

".."

Actually, that's not important.

Ju Qiuming is the most rebellious of all, cold-hearted by nature, and indifferent to the lives of everyone, including his own.

So what if someone dies? It's no big deal.

Humans die when their identities are exposed, and aliens die when they are hunted down. Since death is inevitable, risk? It's not a problem at all.

"Family..."

If anything was driving Ju Qiuming to make his choice, it was undoubtedly Ji Fenming. He made no attempt to hide his guilt and love, vowing to dedicate the rest of his life to fulfilling his responsibilities as an elder brother. Even Ju Qiuming, a rebellious devil among rebellious devils, wavered somewhat.

What am I actually pursuing?

he thinks.

..

..

For a long, long time, Ju Qiuming reached out and pressed his hand on the doorknob.

He suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival not long ago... Friends and teachers, everyone was together, very happy, that was wonderful, but not enough.

Ju Qiuming pushed open the door.

The gray-haired man stood opposite, arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

"!"

Upon opening the door and seeing someone directly in front of him, most people might be startled and lose their composure. But Ju Qiuming was no ordinary person. His pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and calmly asked, "Teacher, is there something you need?"

"Hey..." the gray-haired man chuckled, "Actually, after I got back, I thought about it and it felt a bit... you know, I'm already twenty-seven and still a virgin, I don't even have a girlfriend. This life is just too pathetic. So I was thinking, could you... use that little note you found on the ground?"

A small note?

That thing did exist, but what it contained was completely different. Ju Qiuming felt a bit negative. Was it because of this that something like this had come up to him, causing this whole affair to change out of nowhere?

This feeling is completely understandable. It's like a hero making a life-changing decision, and then just as he's about to make that decision, a side quest pops up asking him to find a cat for a child, and he can't refuse it... It's inevitable that his mood will sour.

“I’m not interested in that kind of thing, and it felt a bit awkward to keep it in the room, so I threw it away,” Ju Qiuming said calmly. “Teacher, you might be disappointed.”

"You threw it away..." The gray-haired man looked regretful and said, "Sigh... there's really nothing I can do. By the way, what are you going to do so late at night?"

Ju Qiuming frowned slightly and said, "I went out to buy something to eat, and on my way back I saw a shop that looked pretty good. I didn't eat too much tonight. Teacher, is there something you need?"

"Buy something to eat?" the gray-haired man said. "Really? I don't believe you unless you take me with you..."

He looked at him suspiciously and said, "You didn't actually lose it, did you, Qiu Ming? You're still young. You can't handle things like this. Let your teacher check it out for you..."

【“..”】

"You're overthinking it, teacher... There's absolutely no need for this. I've already thrown that thing away, and there's no point in you staying with me."

The gray-haired man chuckled and said, "But I'm going to follow you anyway."

Ju Qiuming's mind went blank for a moment... but in that instant, he realized something.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Why?"

The gray-haired man chuckled, "Because I'm hungry too, and I wanted to go with you?"

"Teacher, what would you like to eat? I'll bring it back for you."

"No, no, no, I'm very picky. I only know what I want to eat after I see it for myself..."

Ju Qiuming's voice turned cold, "But I just don't want to be followed... Teacher, I don't know you well, and your misunderstanding makes me feel very embarrassed. I don't want to be followed by a male creature that is in heat."

"Haha." The gray-haired man laughed loudly, clapping his hands and saying, "Ju Qiuming... what if I said I insisted on coming along today?"

Ju Qiuming remained silent.

"Heh..." The gray-haired man chuckled and said, "You know, there are actually two forms of these little notes. One is in the Seven Luminaries City. Because the magic network is complete and telephones are widespread, the little notes can be slipped anywhere. You just need to make a phone call and tell the other party which room it is. But... this isn't the Seven Luminaries City, this is Polya."

"Telephones here aren't widespread enough for professionals to use; basically, only a few official departments have landlines. In other words, the only use for these little notes is if you're interested, go to the hotel reception, and they'll arrange it for you. This has been the industry practice for thousands of years."

"but.."

The gray-haired man drew out his words, giving a meaningful reply to Ju Qiuming.

"This is a state-run hotel."

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Struggle Between Us

Yes, this is a state-run hotel.

What does this mean?

It's obvious, isn't it?

Those shady, third-rate hotels, before telephones were widespread, were able to thrive by colluding with the hotel staff, but... this place is state-owned.

The people here have no need, nor is it possible, to do those things.

Ju Qiuming finally realized the flaw in this, but now he could only choose to remain silent.

“In Werewolf terms, you completely blown the crap out of the game right from the start,” the gray-haired man said.

Ju Qiuming could only remain silent... In his desperation, he could only come up with those words. Afterwards, upon learning of Ji Fenming's arrival, his mind was in chaos, and he had no mind to think about whether the lie he had casually uttered earlier was reasonable.

"I've given you several chances," the gray-haired man said with a playful expression. "I told you to change your story, to say it wasn't one of those little notes, or to ask me to come with you. Either of those would have cleared your name, but you didn't do a single thing..."