Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"However, you can send the bill to Ankokus, and the Nephalem will accept it."

"It's a pity! You will have the best and strongest team in the entire Seven Luminaries Empire. Victory will be a given for you, and all the fun of fighting will be lost!" Yu Xietian waved his hand. "Shenxin can paint. I'll take on this task!"

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"So it is, and so it is."

After Shenxin returned, Yu Xietian explained the whole story to her, then handed her a piece of paper and said, "These are the specific requirements of Yingqin Pass. I was afraid I wouldn't remember them, so I had him write them down."

Shenxin glanced at it.

"Your handwriting is so ugly."

"Hmm... to be honest, that's true."

After making a comment, Shenxin carefully read the contents of the note.

She glanced at it quickly, then crumpled it into a ball without expression and threw it into the trash can.

"It's all nonsense; the only requirement between the lines is...handsome."

"How about it, can you do it?" Yu Xietian asked.

"Of course, who do you think I am?"

Shen Xin gave a soft hum and picked up the small blackboard again.

"I need some tools... I'll write them down, and you can go buy them for me."

"Okay, okay, I'm just destined to be an errand boy."

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In order to win a war, in addition to making yourself stronger, defeating your competitors is also a viable strategy.

Ying Qin Guan heard some news: Nocturne and Mu Nan Dong would not conduct a preliminary review; they would only comment on and score the paintings next Wednesday evening. The preliminary review work, on the other hand, was assigned to a student from the art department, who was said to be Nocturne's star pupil.

—This was mainly to prevent Fu Feihan's elementary-level doodles from appearing in front of Mu Nandong and Ye Qu. Otherwise, even someone as eloquent as Ye Qu probably wouldn't be able to cover it up.

Ying Qin Guan decided to go over there to gather military intelligence and see if he could whisper in someone's ear.

He had been to Room 303, Building F, Arts Department once before, but there was no one there then.

This is actually Nocturne's office, but as everyone knows, Nocturne randomly spawns anywhere outside her office; she never stays inside. So most of the time, it's her star pupils here.

Now that star pupil seems to have finished class and come to the office, he has begun diligently screening applications.

Ying Qin Guan originally thought that Nocturne's favorite student should be someone like her, a beauty with a bit of neuroticism and narcissism—it's better to avoid getting involved with the kind of person who is a riddle person.

As it turns out... somewhat rudely, the person sitting inside was a student wearing thick-rimmed black glasses and dressed formally in the Royal Academy uniform.

Yes, the Imperial Academy theoretically does have uniforms. But how theoretical is this? Well, to the point that even the principal, Jiu Yi, doesn't recognize them.

Therefore, Ying Qin Guan naturally didn't recognize the school uniform and thought it was some kind of uniform from somewhere else.

He knocked on the door.

"Please come in... Are you here to submit a manuscript?"

She looked up, appearing a little nervous. "Just put it over there, then put it in a bag and leave your pen name..."

"I'm not here to submit a manuscript." Ying Qin Guan forced himself to stay alert, but still couldn't overcome the dead fish eyes. He said, "I'm a teacher in the Martial Arts Department. This is my school ID card... Actually, I'm a fan of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin. I'm particularly interested in this event initiated by Teacher Nocturne, so I wanted to come and take a look first."

"May I?"

Chapter Three: The Demands from an Illiterate Client

Such a request was of course not refused. Although Ying Qin Guan looked respectable, he was still a teacher after all. This was not a formal official event, but just a small event that Ye Qu, a person who was having fun, organized on a whim. It didn't matter who it was for.

The other party said nervously, "Please do as you please... just don't damage the painting."

"Sure, sure." Ying Qin Guan had recently become quite shameless due to getting lost so often that he had to swallow his pride and ask for directions. He sat down quite naturally.

He was in a rush when he came last time, and he only got a general idea of ​​the pictures—just enough to tell the gender.

"That... that one has been approved and is going to be shown to Teacher Mu and Teacher Yequ. That one is not really suitable in my opinion. The pile in front of you is the one that hasn't been looked at yet."

After being reminded, Ying Qin Guan nodded, indicating that he understood.

He first looked at the pile of works that had been rejected by the other party... Fu Feihan's masterpiece was the first to be targeted.

He flipped through them a few times... This little girl was quite gentle; these rejected works were basically elementary school-level doodles that he just couldn't stand and couldn't even explain in terms of abstract style.

However, in Ying Qin Guan's opinion, it's better to be ruthless than to be scolded by Mu Nan Dong in front of half the school at the theater. It's better to be killed here.

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one; a social death is worse than a direct, immediate death.

Instead of dealing with paintings that would cause him visual distress, Ying Qin Guan chose to spare himself and instead looked at the works that would be presented next Wednesday night.

It must be said that the students of the Imperial Academy have a solid foundation. Most of these paintings are works from the painting academy under the Department of Arts. They include ink paintings, oil paintings, prints, gouache paintings, murals, comics, and sketches—all kinds of types. Of course, Ying Qin Guan couldn't distinguish them. He could only tell that the types were different, but he couldn't say what they were.

He focuses on two points.

First, is it male or female?

Second, how good-looking is it?

She's a girl → She's ugly, fuck you, go to hell!

She's a girl → She's pretty, hmph... I'll let you off the hook this time.

Male → Not good-looking. The pictures are for reference only and have no direct connection with the actual product.

It's a guy → good-looking, that's him! It's him!

Ying Qin Guan found several rather beautiful paintings among them. Although many parts of these paintings appeared rough due to the passage of time, Ying Qin Guan, being a layman, couldn't discern much from them.

The only thing that bothered him was that there were far more good-looking women than good-looking men.

The practice of feminizing women is heretical and perverse; it will inevitably incite public outrage and is absolutely unacceptable.

—In fact, Ying Qinguan misunderstood. Everyone here is just a pervert, so they just wanted to draw women.

Ying Qin Guan put down the last painting... He had originally come to whisper in someone's ear. But after seeing these paintings, although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that with his limited skills, he probably wouldn't be able to convince Ye Qu's disciples.

Whispers in one's ear were definitely not going to work, but whispered words in one's ear might have some effect. But Ying Qin Guan was about to become a woman herself, so how could she have room for other women in her heart? After looking around enough, she got up and took her leave.

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Two days later, Ying Qin Guan went to the Odd Jobs Shop. Shen Xin had already drawn several first drafts. Ying Qin Guan hadn't expected that this seemingly gentle and weak girl was actually a tentacle monster.

He took a look and offered some suggestions.

"This won't work, this..."

"Could you be even more handsome?"

"Can't you give me a multicolored black instead of this color scheme...?"

"I like men with feminine features, but whose appearance also highlights their masculinity..."

"Left sword, right saber is fine, but how can you pose with your hands holding a sword or saber... What, you're saying you can pose with just your body? Don't tell me what you think, tell me what I think..."

Shen Xin went from being expressionless to having a # appear on her forehead, then ######, and back to being expressionless. Later, her little blackboard was taken away by Yu Xietian, who didn't return it to her even though Shen Xin punched and kicked him.

Ying Qin Guan chatted away, seemingly oblivious to everything. Yu Xie Tian smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I can do it."

Shen Xin's blood pressure soared higher than a supercar floored in fifth gear while she was inside. She wanted nothing more than to rush out and unleash a combo of A-W-A-EQ-A-A-One-Slash on Ying Qin Guan—but most likely, she would be taken down by a single basic attack from Ying Qin Guan after she finished that combo.

Yu Xietian was well aware of the difference in strength between the two sides, so he never returned the Divine Heart Blackboard.

After stating his requirements, Ying Qin Guan left satisfied.

Yu Xietian returned the small blackboard to Shenxin, who angrily raised the blackboard.

"I'm going to kill him!!"

"Isn't the contractor human?!"

"What does 'colorful black' even mean?!"

"You, translate this for me! What! Is! What! Is! F***ing! Multicolored Black! What! F***ing! Is! What! Is! Called! Multicolored Black! Tell me!"

"I...he...!?!?!?!"

"You fucking want both a masculine appearance and a feminine temperament, why don't you just want both—and—"

"Where is he?! I'm going to kill him!"

Shenxin was like a lion out of control, roaring madly—unfortunately, she couldn't speak, so her anger manifested as her constantly writing on the small blackboard and then holding it up. While it might be impolite to say this, it was less frighteningly angry and more quite adorable.

“They’ve gone far away.” Yu Xietian said with narrowed eyes, “Besides, they’re the client, what can you do?”

Shenxin was furious and raised the blackboard again.

"Did you send the bill to Ankokuji?!"

"Not yet," Yu Xietian said. "What do you want to do?"

"Add a zero at the end."

"Holy crap...you're really ruthless!" Yu Xietian was stunned. "I thought my prices were already pretty high, but I didn't expect you to be even more ruthless than me..."

"The art I create is priceless!!"

"Haha... I hope you can give the same answer when the Nephalem come knocking on your door."

"If he dares to come, I'll kill him!"

At that moment, Nephalem, who was handling official business at the Anguo Division, sneezed.

"Oops, what's going on? Why did I sneeze..."

He felt this was unreasonable. It was early May, and his body shouldn't be sneezing for no reason. Maybe someone was cursing him...

Nephalem had some knowledge of divination, so he cast a divination for himself.

"let me see.."

"Paying money to avoid disaster...?"

Chapter Four: The designer must have had a deeper meaning behind doing this!

Ying Qin Guan walked into the board game store with a worried look on his face.