Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

After all, it was just two bowls of soup, not some kind of punishment, so Ying Qin Guan quickly drank them down. He just didn't know whether the soup was made by Jiu Yi or Cao Cai Lan. It was a little better than what F3 made, but it was definitely far inferior to Nocturne.

"I'm relieved to see that you two are alright. If something had happened to both of you... that would be a bit of an exaggeration."

Jiu Yi's expression was meaningful. He didn't know the truth about Ying Man either, including many military personnel directly involved in the matter. They didn't actually know the ins and outs of the incident. But they could all guess that the military's explanation was false, and Jiu Yi was no exception. But he didn't, and wouldn't, ask any more questions. The current outcome was good enough; he could accept it.

Ying Qin Guan and the Nephalem exchanged a glance, only managing a wry smile. That battle had been incredibly dangerous. Ye Jiao Fang, having lived for over a thousand years, possessed countless methods, controlling light and air currents, and his fighting spirit was unbelievably tenacious. Even after Ying Qin Guan had smashed his abdomen, he was still able to counterattack, truly a god-like figure. If he hadn't fought to the death and had chosen to retreat, who knows what the situation would be like now.

Although everyone says that martial artists are being phased out by the times, that actually refers to the main battlefield. What is the main battlefield? The main battlefield is a battlefield where missiles and magic fly everywhere, bombers drop bombs and run away, and a doomsday or holy purification bomb is launched from tens of thousands of miles away.

To say that individual martial prowess can change the course of a battle is indeed unlikely. Whether it's Ying Qin Guan or Ye Jiao Fang, at best they could employ decapitation strikes, and even that might not succeed. However, in urban warfare, or even smaller-scale battles like street fighting or the now virtually nonexistent tunnel warfare, martial artists still hold a dominant position.

Nephalem took the initiative to change the subject, asking, "How's your training going lately?"

Jiu Yi has been away from the board game arcade for quite some time now, and has been working on his martial arts again, but he is unlikely to make any significant progress.

Modern martial artists and ancient martial artists are practically two different professions. For example, modern martial artists prioritize speed and accuracy, while ancient martial artists focused on destructive power. Furthermore, a modern martial artist, unless they are unorthodox and follow a prescribed method, can reach their own level of mastery in their twenties or thirties. In contrast, in ancient times, due to imperfect training methods and a lack of common knowledge, almost no martial artist could truly achieve their own level of mastery.

A person with the same talent, born in ancient times, would only become a second-rate individual at the age of eighty. If that was his upper limit, then in modern times, he might have reached it by the age of twenty-five.

Jiu Yi clearly reached his peak early on; being a first-rate person was both his beginning and his end.

Among the martial artists Ying Qin Guan knew, only Fu Ju and one other had significant room for growth. Below them, those with some potential for improvement included self-taught individuals like Yu Xietian and Feicun Tan Ying, who weren't formally trained, and Luo Shui, who wasn't particularly hardworking. Then came those with formal training, such as Jiu Yi, Naifei Tian, ​​and Zhong Hongyu. Their education at the Imperial Academy was undoubtedly excellent, and their potential had been largely exhausted, leaving no room for further growth in terms of physical attributes.

—Hardware refers to internal energy and physical fitness, and sometimes also to attributes such as reaction speed that are not easily improved through training. Software refers to skills, techniques, and other aspects that can be honed.

"I've made some progress," Jiu Yi said briefly, not elaborating further. For him, cultivation was no longer a choice, but a way of life.

Nephalem didn't dwell on the topic, and the two chatted for a while longer. After Ying Qin Guan finished his soup, Jiu Yi and Cao Cai Lan also took their leave.

"Well then, we're off too. Actually, we should have brought a deck of cards with us, at least we'd have something to kill time... See you another day."

Ying Qin Guan was truly full this time, letting out a burp. Although four bowls of soup weren't much, the person who made the soup knew that he and the Nephalem were martial artists, so it was prepared according to the appetites of martial artists. After eating four bowls in a row, Ying Qin Guan couldn't take it anymore and decided to rest for a while.

But... it was as if everyone had made a pact to come and visit him and the Nephalem one after another.

When Jiu Yi and Cao Cailan left, they forgot to close the door. A Shenxin swaggered in, followed by a knock. Yu Xietian quickly walked in and said helplessly, "Shenxin... at least knock first. Why are you in such a hurry to come in?"

Clearly, Shenxin went first, saw the door wasn't closed, and went straight in. Yu Xietian followed behind, knocking on the door before entering.

Nephalem, perhaps because of the fast and inability to eat anything, began to show signs of being like a woman during her period. He retorted, squinting at her, "Exactly, exactly, you ill-mannered little thing."

However, Shenxin was not one to be trifled with. She immediately picked up her small blackboard and retorted.

"What's wrong? Are you doing something shady in your room?"

“Whether I’m doing it or not,” the Nephalem said, “this is my room. Don’t you need to knock before coming in?”

"This is a hospital ward."

"The same goes for hospital wards, right?"

"So when you have a seizure and frantically press the call button by your bed, and the doctor rushes over, do they expect them to knock before they come in?"

"You're not a doctor...and I'm not having an attack!"

Shen Xin pulled out a white coat from somewhere, draped it over himself, and put on glasses, looking every bit the doctor.

"I'm declaring you're ill; this is the judgment of a senior doctor."

"I can't take it anymore!" Nephalem rubbed his forehead. Ying Qin Guan initially thought he couldn't stand Shen Xin's sophistry, but Nephalem retorted, "Why does she have an extradimensional pocket..."

Before Ying Qin Guan could figure out what those words meant, when he looked again, Shen Xin's white coat and glasses had vanished without a trace, replaced by...

A food box.

Although Shenxin had not yet opened the food box, Ying Qin Guan had already smelled something with his extraordinary sense of smell... It was too familiar, of course it was familiar, because he had just drunk four servings.

But before he could express his resistance to the food box, Shenxin, with her explosive typing speed, had already written the next paragraph.

"Hmph... I originally prepared two portions, intending to give you one, but your performance has disappointed me greatly! I've decided to take back my reward. Ying Qin Guan, these two portions of Jade Dried Jujube Soup are now yours. Are you happy?!"

Chapter Four: No One Can Resist a Spinning Palm Alarm Clock

Are you happy?

not at all.

Ying Qin Guan was definitely at his wit's end and hurriedly wanted to refuse. But then he thought that since Nephalem was already in a state of fasting, refusing would be useless; he should drink it himself anyway... Forget about Shen Xin and Yu Xie Tian drinking it; they brought this to visit the sick man, and then he drank it too—that would be ridiculous. Ying Qin Guan had spent the first half of his life in the socially-conscious Southern Qin, and naturally didn't want Shen Xin and Yu Xie Tian to feel awkward. Even after he instantly killed Ji Fa, he had to pretend to be seriously injured.

—The acting was a bit over the top.

In this game of strategy, Ying Qin Guan is on the first level.

The fact that Shenxin wouldn't give the Nephalem any water was actually a form of revenge, done in a somewhat childish way. But if she knew the Nephalem was on a fast due to the side effects of the alchemical equipment, her attitude would definitely be something like, "Drink! Why won't you drink! Are you going to waste my kindness like this? Give me some water!"

If he could have figured this out, he could have turned the tables on the Nephalem and given himself some time to recover. But Ying Qin Guan didn't react immediately, and by the time he understood, he was already in a difficult situation.

He sighed, trying to console himself that at least Shenxin's craftsmanship was good, and it was the closest to a nocturne.

So, two more bowls of soup were served... Although Shen Xin's cooking skills were indeed excellent, Ying Qin Guan found the soup utterly tasteless by now.

Drinking soup with a smile...smile my ass!

With only half a bowl left, he couldn't drink it all at once. He could only pretend to chat and joke around, while secretly circulating his energy to speed up digestion.

"Speaking of which...you've changed quite a few new clothes."

Once he had some free time, Ying Qin Guan realized this: Shen Xin usually wore several different kimonos in rotation, and as for Yu Xie Tian, ​​apart from that particularly flashy corset, all her other clothes were visibly cheap. However, today, Ying Qin Guan saw many familiar logos on their clothes.

"Now I'm rich!"

When she spoke of this, Shenxin was quite proud, but instead of Ying Qin Guan and the Nephalem's praise, she was met with sympathy.

"How many days do you think they can hold out?"

"About half a month, after all, the military is very generous."

"Their ambition is too small. I bet they'll spend it all in a week."

"Want to bet or not?"

"What are we betting on?"

"I haven't thought of anything yet, but I have one request: just don't go too far, since I can't beat you anyway."

"to make."

The fact that Ying Qin Guan and Nephalem had used the two Yorozuya as a wager in front of him enraged Shen Xin, who hurriedly picked up the small blackboard.

"Damn it, it's like I'm wasting money all the time. It's just that bastard Yu Xietian who's squandering it. I'm careful with every penny!"

"Really?" Ying Qin Guan squinted and asked, "After you received the money, what was the biggest expense you made so far?"

When this matter was mentioned, Shenxin immediately perked up, reached out with both hands, and pulled out an alarm clock that looked somewhat familiar to Ying Qin Guan from his otherworldly pocket, which only appeared in the daily episodes.

"Ta-da! It's that spinning slap alarm clock Miss Nocturn mentioned to me before. It's a pity I couldn't buy one. If you don't turn it off within five seconds of it ringing, it will spin and take off, automatically searching for faces, and then unleashing a flurry of crazy slaps on those faces!"

God stood smugly with one hand on his hip.

"What is the City of Truth? Spring Flying Witch? A masterpiece by the master of the Sandalwood Vegetarian lineage, it's out of print and the master no longer wants to make it. But I offered too much money, so he made another one, which cost about 1,400 pounds..."

—Looking back again, in the capital of a major economic power, the median wage here is only sixty-three pounds.

Of course, the average will be much higher, but everyone is just at the moment of average. If you average the Yorozuya and the boss, they could even make it onto the Anders Rich List.

Ying Qin Guan and the Nephalem were speechless. They exchanged a silent glance... The Nephalem was speechless, having nothing more to say. But Ying Qin Guan was in an even worse state. Back then, he was the one who watched Fu Fei Han spend a huge sum of money, using up his scholarship money, to buy the last spinning palm alarm clock. And then Iris, who was traveling with him, was still regretting that Nocturne had asked her to buy it for her, but it still hadn't arrived.

Nocturne! You haven't given up yet! You've even poisoned the heart of God! Now it all connects, you truly are the root of all evil!

"Isn't there a normal person around me..." Ying Qin Guan rubbed his forehead, looked at Yu Xietian, and said, "Why didn't you stop her? There are so many good things about 1400 pounds..."

He subconsciously regarded Yu Xietian as a normal person. In most cases, Xiao Yu was the honest person who was bullied. If there was anything abnormal about him, please recall how he impulsively paid Ying Qin Guan two thousand pounds back then. This guy's bad spending habits were no less than Shen Xin's, and he was also impulsive in his spending.

"Please!" Yu Xietian exclaimed, "An alarm clock that can fly up and slap itself is so cool!"

"That's right!"

".."

".."

The lonely old duck living in the countryside of Nanqin suddenly felt that he had failed to keep up with the times. After working as a secret agent for several years, the Nephalem who had returned to retire was speechless and choked with emotion, marveling at the vastness and wonder of the world.

Finally, Ying Qin Guan spoke, saying sincerely:

"I sincerely hope that you can have a little more good time."

Nephalem buried himself under the covers and muttered, "Give up. I've seen through it all. Even the boss can't afford to pay the 'stupidity tax' on these two. Let them fend for themselves."

Ying Qin Guan also drank the last half bowl of soup. When he lay in bed, he felt like a woman who was nine months pregnant.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come back to see you later!"

Shenxin held up the small blackboard, indicating that Ying Qin Guan and Nephalem were destined to spend some time in the hospital.

Upon seeing this sentence on the blackboard, Ying Qin Guan reminded him, "Bring a deck of cards next time you come."

"Cards... Hmph, wait till I bring you something even more fun next time."

Shen Xin smiled mysteriously and quickly left with Yu Xietian.

"...Do you think they're going to work?"

"Even a fool could tell that's not true."

"Sigh," Ying Qin Guan sighed, "I have a feeling that it won't be long before they're back to scrambling for scraps at the Imperial Palace."

"Oh, is that so?" Nephalem was also a student of the Imperial Academy, so he naturally knew about those ordinary-tasting fruits that nobody ate. He secretly thought of the sarcastic words he would use when the Yorozuya went bankrupt.

The fruits of Yusang, Shenmulberry, and Huangyuan are ripe again!

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, this really won't do..."

Ying Qin Guan lay down and had just closed his eyes when suddenly there was another heart-stopping knock on the door!

Chapter Five: On that day, people remembered it again...

"Is anyone here? There should be someone. Are you doing anything shady? I'm coming in. If you see anything you shouldn't, don't blame me, after all, I've already warned you!"

After a brief exchange that directly revealed who the visitors were, the door was pushed open, and the two sisters, Himeko and Ruoye, entered.

Their relationship with Ying Qin Guan and Nephalem wasn't as close as the previous ones. But it was still pretty good. Now that Ying Qin Guan and Nephalem were in the hospital, it was normal for them to come and visit.

Ying Qin Guan immediately looked at what they were carrying... and then breathed a sigh of relief.