Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Shen Xin secretly harbored a grudge, but filling his stomach was the priority right now, so he jumped off the chair and planned to eat something first.

Since it was a buffet restaurant and they ran into acquaintances, Shenxin and Yu Xietian simply chose a four-person table. Ying Qin Guan also sat down and is currently chatting with Yu Xietian.

Their friendship is like that of gentlemen, light as water; they don't keep in touch much normally, but they can have a couple of drinks when they meet.

Seeing Shenxin leave, Yu Xietian confided his painful experience of being oppressed by his employees to Ying Qin Guan. Ying Qin Guan first mocked him as a disgrace to the boss, and then began to offer bad advice.

“Let me tell you, if you ever want to curse Shenxin, you can try it. You and I are like those three minutes and one hundred and eighty seconds. I don’t know what that means, right? The three minutes are a stray cat in the royal court, and the one hundred and eighty seconds are her son. Although we are actually mother and son, we basically use the phrase ‘I am your father’.”

“No way…” Yu Xietian shook his head with a heavy expression. “She said that if she hears something she doesn’t understand, she’ll assume I’m cursing her and she’ll fly up and hit me with a blackboard.”

"Ah..."

How could Yu Xietian possibly withstand the test of thirty years of hard work on this blackboard?

This clever tactic of resorting to violence when one doesn't understand is reminiscent of Ying Qin Guan. If he saw something on Shen Xin's blackboard that was clearly about him but he couldn't understand it, he would probably unleash a consciousness slash. But Shen Xin obviously doesn't know how to use consciousness slashes, so he can only lift the blackboard and do it himself.

Ying Qin's heart stirred.

"Why don't we give her a laxative? You see, she gave you a laxative last time too."

Yu Xietian's eyes lit up for a moment, but then quickly dimmed again.

"No way... This girl holds a grudge even more than you do. If I mess with her once, she'll mess with me a hundred times over. If I give her a dose of a drug that will cause diarrhea for a whole day, she'll probably give me a dose that could kill even a Titan."

—Titanic elephants, an extinct high-level magical beast, were enormous. To poison one of these things... is like mixing a little rice into a laxative.

But Ying Qin Guan's focus was clearly not on that, and he was unhappy.

"Damn it, I was just trying to give you advice out of kindness, what do you mean by that? Do you think I, Ying, am so vengeful?"

Yu Xietian glanced at him and sighed, "This means we need to interview Mr. Darius, the stepping stone who got beaten up across borders for saying something he shouldn't have..."

"Haha..." Ying Qin Guan laughed awkwardly twice, secretly remembering this grudge, and then changed the subject, "This lobster tastes pretty good."

"These limited-quantity buffet items, six pounds per person, are definitely worth it." Yu Xietian was unaware that Ying Qin Guan had already mentally rated him as "three to five points of subconscious slashing, negotiable depending on performance." "But why hasn't Shen Xin returned yet... Could she be working on some kind of biological weapon?"

—This buffet restaurant has a wide variety of food. For someone like Shen Xin, who has a wealth of theoretical knowledge and some practical skills, it's practically a mini-biochemical factory. Yu Xietian has no doubt that if given some time, Shen Xin could actually concoct some laxatives here.

—Perhaps it's not just laxatives.

Yu Xietian glanced around and saw Shen Xin in front of a chef who was grilling kidneys, and then he felt relieved.

"Although this little pudding talks big all the time, when it comes to his old father..."

Ying Qin Guan smiled slightly and took a sip of his sake.

His alcohol tolerance is actually quite low, unless he's completely uncivilized about drinking and uses his body's energy to process the effects of alcohol.

"Hey, Yu Xietian... why did you open the Odd Jobs Shop?" Ying Qin Guan asked. "With your abilities, while you might not be able to go anywhere in the world, you shouldn't have ended up like this, right?"

He was referring to the Yorozuya's financial situation; when things were bad, they were really bad, and when they were good, they weren't actually that good either.

"What a question..." Yu Xietian couldn't help but laugh and said, "There are too many people in this world who are qualified to ask me this, but you just happen not to be one of them. Ying Qin Pass, the world is so big, you can go there at will, why stay in the Imperial Academy as a teacher?"

"This...is different, isn't it?"

“What’s the difference?” Yu Xietian laughed. “Everyone has their own reasons. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Anyway, I don’t want to be bound by those constraints. It’s a tragedy for martial artists to live in this era.”

There's a saying that sounds illogical at first glance: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." How can an era be both the best and the worst?

The answer is that a few words were omitted.

For some, this is a good time; for others, it is a bad time.

Martial artists living in this era must feel truly helpless.

The glory of the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin extended the lifespan of this ancient system. But it was ultimately just a fleeting moment of brilliance... There is only one possibility for this system to truly experience a revival.

Aside from the completely impossible event of a spiritual energy revival, there would be a huge breakthrough in anti-separation techniques, rendering almost all equipment ineffective and causing technological levels to regress by thousands of years. In that case, martial artists would have something to do.

But that might not be a good thing... it would inevitably cause global instability, so this anti-extracorporeal thing...

“I think I’m very lucky.” Ying Qin Guan lowered his eyes. “If they were a little stronger, and had improved for another ten years, I wouldn’t be here now.”

That was the most brutal and terrifying battle of his life... To this day, he can't imagine how he survived it. He is indeed stronger now than he was a year ago. But if he were to go through that battle again, he feels his chances of survival are less than 30%, and even then, it would have to be a sneak attack.

Yu Xietian raised his wine glass and said, "It's all in the past... Shall we have a drink?"

Ying Qin Guan raised his wine cup and clinked it with Yu Xie Tian's.

"Hey, look over there. Why is Shenxin eating lobster all by herself? Our two portions are already gone, where would she get any more?"

"Damn it! That's mine! That's mine! I was planning to save it for last! Shenxin! I'm not your son! You're really despicable now!"

"Wait... what do you mean you're not her son? Does that mean one of us is her son?!"

"Hahaha... Give it back to me! You greedy little pudding!"

Chapter Six: Mooncake Moment

"What...the last pastor got beaten up and hospitalized because he couldn't keep his mouth shut?"

"Capable, capable, of course capable, I guarantee I'll do a great job... The complaint last time was an accident, it definitely won't happen again this time!"

"Don't worry about me. Our Yorozuya (Everything-Do-It-All Shop) has a strong service mentality; we don't charge until we finish! Like last time, when that granddaughter's grandfather died, I felt bad about not taking her money..."

Yu Xietian perked up, put down the phone, and said to Shen Xin, "I have a request to make, so I'll head out first. You stay here by yourself. Remember to close the door when you go out to play."

"I know, I'm not a child."

Yu Xietian put on his gold-plated sash, tidied his hair in front of the mirror, and then left the house satisfied.

His destination was... the confessional!

That's right! A classic remake... I mean, because the pastor was beaten and hospitalized for gossiping, Mr. Yu, who had been struggling to make ends meet, finally got a proper job again.

"Hmph... Last time I was ambushed, and I didn't even get to properly hear anyone's confession. I wonder if Ying Qin Guan messed things up, causing complaints. This kind of job that's easy to get complaints about really requires you to rely on yourself..."

"In the service industry, you have to look to Yu Xietian! I'm bullied by my own employees every day, but I can tolerate any stupid customer!"

"It doesn't seem like something to be proud of..."

Yu Xietian was thinking about all sorts of random things when he went into the confessional room, changed his clothes, and made sure that the soundproofing and voice changer were working properly. After he was ready, he hung up a sign outside that said "Open for Business".

-

Soon, the confessional welcomed its first guest.

Judging from her clothes, she was a relatively young woman. She sat down, put her hands together, and confessed, "Reverend, I want to repent."

Yu Xietian inwardly cursed, "You clasp your hands together like that!" While it's a fairly common form of greeting, it's definitely not something you should do when meeting a pastor. But as a qualified service worker, Yu Xietian knew that the most important thing in this line of work was not to embarrass customers.

He lowered his voice, trying to sound like the gentle priest he had imagined... but considering the voice changer, it was basically just a psychological effect.

“Speak, child, and the goddess will forgive you.”

"Huh?" The other person was slightly taken aback. "Um... what should I say? Isn't just repentance enough?"

You can repent anywhere; why did you have to come here?

Yu Xie Tiangan explained earnestly, “No, child, when you come to our confession house, you must confess your sins and, under the goddess’s gaze, express your desire to repent and start anew. If you don’t confess, the goddess won’t know what you are confessing.”

"Is...is that so?" There was a hint of doubt in the other person's voice, which made Yu Xietian wonder if she was a fool.

"Um...actually, I don't know what I did wrong." The girl sounded a little embarrassed. She said, "But my boss suddenly wants me to go back and reflect on it. It seems like there's a problem with my creative work, but what exactly is it...?"

"You're really dedicated..." Yu Xietian thought to himself. All he did was get a couple of scoldings from the boss, and he actually came all the way to the confessional. If it were Shen Xin, he'd probably be given a full-on military-style blackboard dressing down right away. But not knowing what he was confessing to was a bit of a problem...

He considered for a moment and said, "Don't you know where you went wrong? Then let's guess what you do for a living, ma'am?"

"Job?" The other person paused slightly, then spoke very quickly: "Chef, real estate salesperson, insurance agent, receptionist, operator, accountant, delivery driver, lobby manager, professional manager, gardener, tour guide..."

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Yu Xietian finally couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted the other person, "Those...were all your professions?"

"Yes!"

Lies!

It's absolutely a scam!

Who do you think you are, a time manager?! Do you have twenty-five hours in a day or something?! Don't you need to sleep or eat?! Can you create shadow clones? Can you stop time?!

How could anyone possibly do so much work at the same time?! Just studying for all those certifications would be exhausting!

"Damn it... I've never seen such a ridiculous boast before. Doesn't this guy feel embarrassed?!"

—Yu Xietian, who stays at home whenever she has no commissions, never thought, nor dared to think, that this might be true.

But in the service industry, it's like a foot masseur. Even if the customer only orders a 198 yuan package and boasts about owning tens of millions of yuan worth of real estate and hundreds of millions of yuan worth of the aforementioned companies, you can only nod in agreement!

With impeccable professionalism, Yu Xietian remained calm and smiled, "Ah...that's truly remarkable, truly impressive. But with so many jobs, there must be many bosses, right? Which specific job are you referring to?"

"About this," the girl answered quickly this time, "it's all owned by the same person; he's involved in all of the aforementioned industries."

This one is slightly more credible than the one above, since it's impossible for someone to have that much time to learn so many things. But it's true that some people would have that much money to engage in so many industries, but considering the other person's previous boasting, Yu Xietian no longer believes her at all.

"Oh...that's really troublesome. I have absolutely no idea what your boss is talking about."

"Also, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Even if you're going to brag, at least make it believable! There's so much work to be done; even a god couldn't manage it all!"

"Let's get rid of this guy quickly, I can't stand it..."

With this thought in mind, Yu Xietian no longer hesitated and said, "Madam, although I don't know exactly what your boss is talking about, your sincerity has been conveyed to the goddess. The goddess has heard your repentance, and I believe your boss will definitely forgive you..."

- Strange.

"Hey, is this okay?"

"Hmm...that's fine."

“That’s wonderful, Reverend. Have a good life. Um... here, I’d like to give you a mooncake. I made it for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there were some left over. I hope you don’t mind.”

This gesture slightly surprised Yu Xietian; she hadn't expected the other party to give her a small gift... This contradicted her previous boastful persona. Was she not just boasting? But honestly, she really didn't understand the point of this kind of boasting...

Mooncakes... Speaking of which, Ying Qin Guan seemed to have given him one during the Mid-Autumn Festival. But before he could even see what it looked like, Shen Xin, who was drunk, ate it. Then she passed out, probably because the alcohol was too much for her. When she woke up the next day, she had completely forgotten about it. She must have blacked out from drinking.

With that thought in mind, he took the mooncake and smiled, saying, "Thank you, ma'am."

The other party left the confessional room. Yu Xietian was caught off guard; who would be wary of an ordinary mooncake? He opened the gift box...

Take a bite.