Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Answer my previous question first... What kind of question is it to suddenly ask me if I know about Time-Space Kill?" Ruoye muttered unhappily, her voice low so that the boss walking at the front could not hear her.

Ji Fa continued walking and said, "It's his."

"..?"

Ruoye was stunned for a hundred years, and it took her a long time to recover. It felt like someone suddenly telling you that the old man who guards the gate at your school is actually the father of the world's richest man.

Ying Qin Guan followed the boss into the villa, where A He was also there, dressed in a black British butler's uniform. She greeted Ying Qin Guan and Ji Fa upon seeing them.

Ying Qin Guan suspected that A He was some kind of special alien race with special working abilities, but he had no evidence.

"The chef is already waiting over there. He claims to be proficient in many cuisines and can cook whatever dish you ask for, boss."

As Ahe spoke, she led everyone to the seating area. Opposite them was an open kitchen, where a man dressed in a white chef's uniform stood upright. Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw that the man was actually Feng Yun Ke!

He never expected to run into Feng Yunke here. He wanted to say hello, but the other person seemed to be at a crucial moment in his job search. Would it be inconvenient for him to say hello at this time?

Feng Yunke also saw Ying Qin Pass. His reaction was much more straightforward. He simply nodded slightly, which was enough to acknowledge the visit.

The owner sat down at the counter, turned to look at the group, and asked, "Is there anything you would like to eat?"

Ji Fa, who knew the rules well, said, "You can decide."

Ruoye nodded obediently, and Ying Qin Guan shrugged, indicating that he was also indifferent.

The boss, knowing what was going on, looked at Feng Yunke and said, "I heard from Ahe that you are proficient in many cuisines."

Feng Yunke remained calm and said, "I know a little."

The owner opened his mouth and rattled off a series of dish names. Even someone like Ying Qin Guan, who wasn't very knowledgeable about cuisine, could tell that these dishes came from different regional cuisines. Just by listening to the names, one could sense the huge difference in style.

"I'll give you an assistant later, and the ingredients will be prepared. You'll have fifty minutes. Of course, finishing the dish doesn't mean you've passed the test." The boss interlaced his fingers and smiled. "I hope your abilities are commensurate with the salary you're asking for."

Feng Yunke nodded, his expression calm and composed.

"nature."

Then, Ahe came over with the ingredients. Just as Ying Qin Guan was wondering where his assistant was, Ahe quickly put on her chef's uniform.

The boss's expression changed slightly, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

Ying Qin Guan's expression changed slightly, but when he saw Feng Yun Ke, he couldn't help but smile again—he remembered something happy.

However, the total amount of happiness in this world is equal for everyone. If he is happy, someone else will be unhappy. I imagine the Nephalem would understand this statement very well.

Feng Yunke moved very quickly. He had some martial arts background, though he wasn't particularly strong. However, his eyesight and hand speed were still far superior to ordinary people. Fortunately, Ahe was also extraordinary and was always able to keep up.

Forty-five minutes later, Feng Yunke finished all the dishes. His movements were steady and quick, demonstrating the Hua Luo x Boiling Water Law to its fullest extent. These dishes would normally take an hour and a half for an ordinary chef, but he only took forty-five minutes... Of course, Ahe also deserves credit.

Ying Qin Guan had to admit that he seemed to have a knack for it.

"Bring it up quickly!" the owner said. He tasted a few bites of each dish, even though he hadn't deliberately studied anything. But his long-term life experience had given him a considerable level of tasting ability.

"Not bad... You can handle this job." The boss nodded in satisfaction and instructed Ahe to take Fengyunke to sign the contract. Ahe took off her chef's clothes, put on a small suit, and turned into a secretary. Fengyunke looked at her strangely, wondering what this guy did.

"I never would have guessed he had such skill," Ying Qin Guan murmured in admiration.

After Fengyunke left, the dishes he had prepared naturally became everyone's dinner.

Ji Fa asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

As a top-tier martial artist, Ji Fa had sensed something just now.

"Remember last summer vacation? I met him while traveling." For various reasons, Ying Qin Guan concealed the incident at the toilet. Although the Nephalem were the biggest losers, he wasn't much better off. "What a coincidence that we meet here again."

"Life is full of unexpected encounters." The boss got a little poetic, and he always has been. Ying Qin Guan would call him a youthful version of Nocturne.

After the meal, the owner sent the three of them back. Ying Qin Guan naturally returned to the Imperial Palace, and Ji Fa, now that she was independent, rarely went home, staying in the Imperial Palace dormitory. But Ruo Ye was still a well-behaved girl without financial independence; having avoided Valentine's Day, she still had to go back home.

Teachers' dormitories are also separated by gender. There are quite a few faculty and staff at the Imperial Academy. Ying Qin Guan and Ji Fa parted ways at an intersection. They were completely innocent and there was nothing ambiguous about their relationship, even though they lived together in this kind of environment.

Ying Qin Guan returned to his dormitory, touched his pocket, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He stood there, struggling with his conscience for a while, before finally deciding to swallow his pride and go see if Mu Nan Dong was there... because the dormitory supervisor downstairs who managed the keys was incredibly gossipy.

Ying Qin Guan remembered Mu Nan Dong's dormitory room number. He went up to the fourth floor, turned around and was about to take a step when he suddenly sensed something and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"oh..?"

Chapter Twelve: I Heard You Were Looking for Me

Never try to understand the original ancestors or other ethnic groups based on your own assumptions.

When a person possesses great power, their temperament may change drastically. There are quite a few petty people who become arrogant and unruly after gaining power, but there are still a few who can remain true to their original aspirations.

When a person has a long lifespan, their personality will inevitably change drastically compared to before. The long passage of time will eventually wash everything away, turning them into someone they no longer recognize. But there may still be a very small minority, so small that they can be ignored in statistics, who remain unchanged.

But what if there were a person who possessed both immense power and a long lifespan? What would he eventually become?

Some might say that there is no such person.

Yes, that statement is true to some extent; there is indeed no such person. But there are indeed some that possess both long lifespans and immense power.

Without a doubt, this being is the primordial alien race.

Their long lifespans and immense power inevitably forged their fanatical worldview. Worse still, they possessed the power to put their ideas into practice.

Therefore, they are always able to put their crazy ideas into practice anytime, anywhere.

How crazy could their ideas be?

So we come back to the beginning: never try to understand the original alien races based on "what you think".

Because they are... always crazier than you can imagine.

They are by no means embodiments of reason and wisdom. To put it bluntly, technology is developed by the weak to counter the strong, and wisdom is largely the same. Only when absolute power is inferior does one need to resort to intrigue and trickery, just like in the movie where Black Dragon needed to do all sorts of things to wipe out Southern Qin, such as planting daggers and sending spies. But in reality, once the Jue Tian Army A arrived, it was over.

Since the emergence of the God of War, the Primordial Alien Race has never possessed absolute power. But that's not a big deal. Even the God of War, and even Ying Qin Guan now, who has ever truly possessed absolute power?

Actually, there weren't any.

However, the term "absolute power" is far too grand. To live freely in this world, one doesn't need such a grand and exaggerated term.

The primordial alien races lived in this world as they pleased... or perhaps not so much. But in most cases, their behavior was unpredictable and elusive.

Over the long course of time, possessing the power to control 99.99% of things, all of this had long since turned the ancestral alien races into lawless, arrogant madmen.

This madness permeates the entire life of every progenitor alien. If you see a progenitor alien doing things with meticulous planning and flawless execution, then there's no doubt that he has only recently become a progenitor alien and hasn't yet realized that he has truly reached the top of the food chain.

Because no matter what kind of creature or thing it is, only people who can't afford to lose need to hesitate and overthink things. I, a player with a starting hand of Crossbow and a Five Kill, am facing a player who only draws cards. Hesitating for even a second is an insult to my brain.

The madness of the ancestral alien races varied in degree. The lesser madness was exemplified by the beauty of a woman, the moderate madness by the Earth Mother Goddess, and the more extreme madness... well, the clown was unavoidable.

If Ji Qiuming is the most rebellious of all the rebellious ghosts, then the clown is the most progenitor of all the progenitors of the alien races.

He didn't experience the era of the God of War; he was a member of the Primordial Alien race that appeared afterward, and his contact with humans was comparable to that of any other Primordial Alien race. However, none of those contacts were effective; they were all instances of him recklessly displaying his perverse pleasures.

And this time... he appeared again.

He arrived at Seven Stars and infiltrated the Setsuna Circus, where he performed on stage like a real magician. After his performance, he transformed into the circus ringmaster and went around telling the amusement park audience...

"My family's magician is sick and on leave."

But if they call the police, when they arrive, they'll find that the magician isn't sick, hasn't taken leave, and the leader is perfectly fine.

Of course, they just forgot some things.

This series of combined punches might make you wonder if you're living in a dream.

The clown was still wearing that ill-fitting black suit. He sat in the chair, his hands behind his head, grinning and revealing a strange smile for no apparent reason.

This is the faculty dormitory of the Imperial College... Room number 23512 means room 12 on the fifth floor of building 3.

This is Mu Nandong's room.

His room was very tidy. Apart from a wardrobe, a bed, a bookshelf, and several neatly arranged combination locks, there was nothing else. It was so clean that it made one feel a little lonely.

However, today, this room welcomed an uninvited guest.

clown!

No one expected him to come here, no one understood why he would come here, but he just came!

Because he is a progenitor of the alien race, and even more so because he is a clown! He can do whatever he wants, and he can go wherever he wants. This is the freedom that a creature truly at the top of the food chain can possess.

The clown waited quietly, knowing that the person he was waiting for would arrive soon.

The sound of a key being inserted into the spool rang out.

It's Mu Nandong, he's back.

The clown pushed the chair around. It was an ordinary four-legged chair; if he wanted to turn it, the legs would inevitably rub against the ground, making a loud screeching sound. However, the clown acted as if he were sitting in a gaming chair. With a light push of his foot, the chair legs twisted into a pretzel and spun around without making a sound!

This is beyond the scope of any "technology". The stool legs were twisted into a pretzel, with a thin strip connecting the center, bearing the weight of an adult, yet it never collapsed, and even during the twisting process, it did not make any extra noise.

That's why it's said... the Joker is the progenitor of all progenitors.

Mu Nandong, standing outside the door, saw nothing amiss. He opened the door and took a step forward when he saw a clown with green hair!

Mu Nandong remained haunted by the terrifying events, unable to let go of them. However, he didn't expend much effort on finding the truth. He reasoned that, regardless, he suspected his enemy was a Primordial Alien race, possibly even a god-like figure like Wang Qiushui. Against such an enemy, simply finding the truth would be meaningless, especially since he might not even be able to find it.

Therefore, he focused his energy on studying "courage" and did not devote much energy to investigating the truth, but that does not mean he did nothing.

Seeing a clown in a circus, with so many people watching, no one would think anything of it. But in another place, it inevitably brings to mind that primordial alien race!

Mu Nandong's body was stiff and he could not move.

"I heard..." The clown chuckled eerily, his mouth stretching wide, almost to his ears, "that you're looking for me?"

Chapter Thirteen: Now, who's the clown?

Mu Nandong closed the door.

This was certainly not his choice. Faced with a being that appeared to be an ancestral alien race, he had no choice but to run away. Although he might not be able to escape, it was better than not even having the right to control his own body.

"I heard you're looking for me... Oh, not only that, perhaps you're also looking for fear."

The clown smiled and spoke in a relaxed and cheerful tone, as if he were chatting with a long-lost friend.

Mu Nandong remained expressionless and did not utter a single word.

"I could tell at a glance that you're a boring guy..."

The clown paused slightly, then suddenly showed a curious expression.

Then he spoke, his words rapid and hurried, as if possessed by Ji Fa. But there were slight pauses in his speech, as if he were observing something.