Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

It must be said that although Mu Nandong has a stern face and a foul mouth, he is actually quite easy to talk to.

Ying Qin Guan, feeling light and carefree without any books, arrived at the school gate after a short while. This was convenient, as there were always plenty of cars waiting at the gate of the Imperial Academy. Ying Qin Guan randomly picked one and said he wanted to go to the nearest bookstore to buy the "Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin".

The driver said "okay," then stepped on the gas and drove Ying Qin Guan for quite a while. Midway through, Ying Qin Guan complained, "Why is it taking so long? Are you trying to rip me off?" The driver calmly replied, "I'm not sure where you can find the 'Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin.' But I know a bookstore that definitely has it. You don't want to make a wasted trip, do you?"

Ying Qin Guan was skeptical, but he was ready to deliver a consciousness slash to the driver at any time.

This is the only way a boy can protect himself when he's out and about. (Image)

More than half an hour later, the driver stopped the car and said, "Left."

Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw a huge bookstore with the words "Pigeon Bookstore" written on the sign.

"The Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin seems to have been published by the company that owns this bookstore. In any case, it should be available here." The driver said, "Please pay."

“Okay…” Ying Qin Guan nodded and asked, “How much?”

The driver said nonchalantly, "Ninety-four Ibrahimovic, round it up, I'll give you half a pound."

A banknote of one hundred yips is also called a half pound.

"Oh, thank you..." Ying Qin Guan didn't notice anything amiss for a moment. He took out half a pound, handed it to the driver, and was about to get out of the car.

The driver, who had only been joking, was utterly shocked and hurriedly stopped Ying Qin Guan, who was about to leave, saying, "I was just kidding... Here's your change!"

He handed the six-piece Yibu to Ying Qin Guan, who then realized... he had rounded it up for himself!

Before he could even try to explain, "I know you're not giving up, but I don't care about the money," the driver stepped on the gas and disappeared.

Ying Qin's Guan Erkang, having failed miserably in his stubbornness, stretched out his hand halfway, his expression sorrowful and profound.

Chapter Twelve: Ronin

Ying Qin was both angry and anxious—he always seemed to be in this state.

Why are you walking so fast! Let me explain!

As Ying Qin Guan pondered these random thoughts, he looked up.

The bookstore here is obviously much larger than the Royal Library, and the foot traffic is also... well, it's not nearly as big as the Royal Library, and the two aren't even in the same league.

Ying Qin Guan originally wanted to go to the sales clerk to buy it directly, but someone had already approached the sales clerk before him. Ying Qin Guan had no choice but to search for the Travelogue of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin on the bookshelf himself.

It has to be said that some book covers are really erotic; it seems that the company and the author have already mastered the secret to wealth.

Unfortunately, Ying Qin Guan had been playing cards for ten years and his mind was as still as water. The only thing that could attract him was the endgame situation where the lord had no cards left and he had not been flipped over.

Tragically, the awakening difficulty of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin as a loyal subject is arguably the highest in the entire game—not that it's truly high, since the lord's death is quite common. The problem is that you'll inevitably be targeted, as it's a "Despair Card" for traitors. Many traitors, upon seeing this card, truly feel despair and simply give up. However, the lord is even more desperate than the traitor. In face-to-face games, people don't care about winning or losing, only about the game experience. The traitor is simply destined to lose, not necessarily lacking a game experience, but the lord loses even that.

In most cases, a traitor who intentionally sabotages the game will be criticized in face-to-face matches. However, with this particular card, the traitor's sabotage is often forgiven by most players because this card is just too outrageous.

There's always been debate about which card is the strongest in one-on-one combat. Opinions vary on which is the God of War or the perfect hand of the Mathematician. However, there's no dispute that Ying Qin Guan is the strongest card in team battles across the entire game. His Kill and Duel skills can target any enemy, and with the double damage mechanism of Musou and the twelve-health Wounded... this has led to the saying, "There are no teams that the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin can't awaken, and no teams that the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin can't win once awakened."

As long as the lord is willing to sacrifice himself, there's a high probability of victory. However, face-to-face games aren't like mobile games; there are no ranking systems or points. Everyone just wants to have fun. If I feed, you're happy, but what's the point of me playing?

Hmm... I've gone off on a tangent.

Ying Qin Guan's gaze swept across the area, continuously searching for the travelogue of the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin.

Among a sea of ​​explicit images, the cover of "The Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin" is quite distinctive. It's a simple illustration of a time-traveling killing game, depicting the protagonist as the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin, a loyal subject, holding a red "Kill" card, three "Duel" cards, and the caption "How could a subject harbor any treacherous intentions?" He's in a flipped-over state, in position eight, while position one has only one health point, and is a ruler with no cards in hand.

This kind of pain is something only those who understand it truly understand.

But Ying Qin Guan didn't know which bookshelf the book was on, and he searched all the way here but couldn't find it.

"Where exactly is it...?"

As he looked around, he suddenly spotted that familiar red card that represented a duel where one player killed three others. His face lit up with joy, and he quickly walked over.

One, two, three, four, five... all the way to the ninth book, all were neatly arranged... but perhaps because the ninth book was newly released and sold particularly well, there was only one left at this point.

Fearing that delay might lead to complications, Ying Qin Guan reached out to grab the book... However, by sheer coincidence, another hand also reached out at that moment, also heading towards the book.

Ying Qin Guan reacted instantly. The moment he saw the hand, his hand speed increased dramatically, and he grabbed the book like an arrow released from a bow. But incredibly, the other party also grabbed the book with him.

What a quick move.

That's impressive. Ying Qin Guan, who considered himself invincible, couldn't help but look up at the other person... The other person did the same.

This person looked extremely young, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was male, not very tall, probably only 1.7 meters. He had fair skin and squinty eyes that made it impossible to see his pupils. He had strange white hair with two small braids hanging down in front of him. He was dressed in cherry blossom-colored ronin clothing and had mastered this incredible "death color for straight men and women." The clothes had a V-shaped opening that went from the collar all the way to his waist. He was dressed even more flamboyantly than someone else had painted him not long ago. He wore wooden clogs and had a long, antique-looking sword hanging at his waist.

While Ying Qin Guan was observing his opponent, his opponent was also observing him. It's worth mentioning that neither of them let go.

"Just to clarify beforehand... I saw this first."

The other party spoke, and their smiling expression and strange self-designation reminded Ying Qin Guan of Nocturne.

"Ha..." Despite thinking of the Nocturne, Ying Qin Guan had no intention of letting go. His momentum was not weak at all. He said, "What are you talking about? Just because you see it doesn't mean it's yours. I saw the Nocturne... ah, I mean, it's useless for you to see it. I was the one who touched this book first. You better let go!"

"That's a rather unreasonable argument," the other party said with a smile. "Even if I saw this book first, it's useless. Speaking of encountering this book... shouldn't it be that the two of us encountered it together? How did it become that you came first?"

Ying Qin Guan exerted a little force. He had traveled a long way to get here, only to be tricked by the driver, and was already in a bad mood. His tone was unfriendly as he said:

"I advise you to be a gentleman and help others achieve their goals, otherwise one look from me will make you experience the pleasure of a C-section!"

"I've never experienced a cesarean section before. If you're so capable, perhaps you could let me have a go..."

Ying Qin Guan could no longer tolerate it and raised his eyes to strike!

In an instant, the world before the young ronin darkened... but the next moment, the world suddenly became bright again.

A blood-smelling wind blew gently across his face. He could even feel the fine hairs on his face being blown by the wind. The smell of blood in the air was so strong that it made one wonder if a rain of blood had fallen.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

He lifted his foot, feeling a bit strained, as if it were stuck to something. He looked down... and there was a thick river of blood beneath his feet.

The wind howled and whistled, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Sight, hearing, touch, all... just like the real world.

He even felt that he was stronger here than he was in real life, able to see, hear, and feel more.

He slowly raised his head, and the blood-red demon god, wielding a broken sword and dagger, suddenly slashed down!

Its imposing momentum swept across the land; even a sword saint would likely be doomed to perish in the face of this sudden strike.

The young ronin smiled slightly, drew his ancient longsword from his waist, and blocked the attack.

Chapter Thirteen: Didn't I just start work yesterday? Why do I have to start again today?

Upon seeing this, Ying Qin Guan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, his body collapsing to the ground as if his bones had been removed. However, because the other person had squinty eyes, Ying Qin Guan was unable to see the change in his pupils—because his eyes were too small.

Ying Qin Guan snatched the book without hesitation, feeling somewhat guilty. This squinty-eyed man with a knife at his waist looked like he had some skill, but unexpectedly he sat down on the ground with a thud. What a loser! Even Nephalem could react at the last second...

He felt a little embarrassed, and it hurt quite a bit when he sat down. But he couldn't bring himself to apologize, so before the other person could react, he grabbed the ninth and fifth books and ran away.

Ying Qin Guan quickly paid the bill and left Pigeon Bookstore.

He sat on the ground with squinting eyes, then patted his clothes and stood up with a smile.

Before he knew it, a girl with her eyes closed, carrying a shopping bag, was standing next to him. She was wearing a black kimono, white tabi socks, and wooden clogs. If Ying Qin Guan were still here, he would have noticed that... this person looked remarkably like Shen Xin!

"How was my acting?" The girl with squinty eyes took the shopping bag from the girl and glanced inside. Inside were piles of the ninth book.

"Slightly, a little, exaggerated."

The girl answered with squinting eyes. Her speech was strange, her voice somewhat distorted, even carrying a stiff, mechanical quality, pausing intermittently, and her eyes remained closed throughout.

"Is that so? I think I did a pretty good job; he was completely fooled." He smiled with narrowed eyes. "But speaking of which, how exactly did you determine that the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin was not dead based on that corpse? To scare the Gu Heart Demon to death... is there no other one besides him?"

"This era does not exist."

"In other words, it existed in the past..." He squinted and stroked his chin, saying, "But speaking of which, I'm curious what you saw that made me wait here from this morning until now. Thankfully, I finally actually met you..."

The girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Shenxin, didn't answer the one with squinting eyes, but instead asked:

"How would I fare against him? What are my chances of winning? And how does he compare to Kui?"

"Even if the God of War were to be reborn, he would be no match for me. If I were to fight him, it would not be a fight to the death. Within a hundred moves, I might be able to win, but beyond a hundred moves, I would undoubtedly lose. If it were a fight to the death, he would be invincible in a one-on-one duel. Whether it is me or Kui, we would both undoubtedly lose. But Kui would definitely die, while I might not die."

The seemingly blind girl tilted her head slightly and asked again, "Compared to Ji Li, how does it compare?"

"This puts me in a difficult position. How can a real person be compared to a character in a novel? In my humble opinion, the real person is better. But judging a perfect man like Ji Li by his martial prowess is a bit like talking to a brick wall."

The blind girl nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

The boy smiled and said, "Speaking of which, it just so happens that I'm here... Shall we go see your sister?"

"No need, the time is not right now."

"If we don't see each other now, who knows when we'll see each other again? We're heading to Osaka-maru, and we probably won't be back for a while..."

"I understand."

"Oh.."

-

"Ugh, this is so annoying... I just finished work yesterday, why do I have to work again today!"

Last night, Ying Qin Guan was reading until 4 a.m. when he lay in bed. The alarm clock left by Nephalem kept ringing. Ying Qin Guan glared at it, but the alarm clock was unaffected and continued to ring.

Ying Qin Guan sighed, got out of bed helplessly, quickly washed up, and went out.

—After spending more than half a month in the Imperial Court, although he would occasionally get a little lost, Ying Qin Guan could practically walk to the martial arts arena with his eyes closed.

He yawned as he arrived at the fighting arena. Zhong Hongyu, the dutiful tool, stood obediently at the front of the line, scanning her classmates with a stern gaze. After her battle with Ji Fa, she had become even stronger. Luo Shui used to argue with her often, but now she seemed a little afraid.

Princess, my superhero! (crossed out)

Jifa, my pager!

"Teacher, you are two minutes late. I hope you can be more punctual in the future."

"I'll definitely do it next time." Ying Qin Guan brushed it off, acting like a reader who had seen the author's plea for votes but hadn't. He clapped his hands and pointed at Fu Fei Han, "Little Fu, come out here. I'll practice with you first. Everyone keep an eye on things."

Luo Shui gloated, "The teacher still remembers..."

She thought her voice was very soft, but Ying Qin Guan looked up and said, "Luo Shui, go to the side and squat in a horse stance. Your lower body is more fragile than a Doritos chip; it will break at the slightest touch. You are not allowed to stop until you finish fighting with my little Fu."

Luo Shui: "..."

Her face flushed red, and she regretted it so much that she wished she could travel back in time and slap herself. However, after playing cards with Ying Qin Guan for a while, she knew his twisted sense of humor all too well. Begging for mercy was useless. Didn't you remember when the loyal minister Ji Fa wrote a thousand-word essay to describe the characteristics of the generals on the field when he was killed by Ying Qin Guan? In the end, Ying Qin Guan said, "Too long to hear, you're dead." At that time, she knew that Ying Qin Guan's heart was as cold as the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin's when he saw his lord with his health reduced to zero.