Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Adapt to local conditions, make continuous progress and reforms in accordance with the changes of the times and environment, rather than clinging to the old ways. The old ways are not necessarily wrong. Perhaps, in their time, the old ways were right. But since we have come to a new era, we must adapt to the new era."

The young man said coldly:

"No matter what it is, if you fall behind, you will be attacked."

Chapter Seven: How Can a Goddess Compare?

Ying Qin Guan found a seat and sat down. An available waiter immediately handed him a menu, while giving him a slightly awkward smile.

Obviously, it must have been quite embarrassing for a waiter to be subjected to such harsh criticism of their own dishes and chef in front of guests.

Ying Qin Guan looked at the menu while keeping an eye on the commotion around him.

"For this dish, don't use Haisheng's cooking wine to remove the fishy smell in the future; use Baiweisan instead."

"It should be simmered for at least another thirty minutes. I suggest adding a note for this kind of dish so that customers can make reservations. Otherwise, if they wait too long, they will get annoyed, or we can just remove it from the menu."

"Absolutely terrible, a complete mess!"

"Make a couple more cuts to help the flavors penetrate."

"This plate is so old that even a dog would find it too tough."

"The soft-shelled eel... is not very skillful, but it is quite bold. The fish should be put into the pot alive. Don't kill it in advance just because you are afraid it will move in the pot. Add water once after the water boils."

"You didn't control the heat well enough. Go back and practice your basic skills more."

"Lard, ginger, soy sauce, rock sugar, cooking wine, chili peppers, star anise, cinnamon, Sichuan peppercorns—look for yourself how much is missing!"

"Slice it thinner! What are you trying to do with it so thick?!"

The table was full of dishes... even the rice wasn't spared, each one was sprayed by the young man. The girl with the bun hair nodded obsequiously while quickly jotting things down in her notebook.

"With your skill level, you're not good enough to be a chef outside. You might be able to make a name for yourself in the Royal Court, but only if you change the interior decoration style first."

"Uh... but I'm out of money..."

"That's not something I should be thinking about." The young man took out his card and said, "Where do I swipe my card?"

"What are you saying? Teacher, you've done me the honor of coming here to help me find my mistakes. How can I accept your money?"

The young man gave the girl with the bun a cold look, his icy gaze causing her to take a step back.

"My reputation in this academy is already bad enough, I don't want to add another dish to my list of dishonest debtors. Hurry up, I don't have time to argue with you here."

"But I invited the teacher here. If I charge money under these circumstances, wouldn't I be..."

I never repeat myself.

"..yes."

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After finishing his meal, Ying Qin Guan walked out of the cafeteria and stood at the door. After pondering for two seconds, he decided to try it himself first.

Five minutes later, he was completely certain that he was lost.

"This can't go on... Doesn't the Imperial Household Agency have maps or anything like that...?"

Ying Qin asked for directions once, and then, relying on his terrible sense of direction, he got lost again and ended up in a square.

Nephalem briefly introduced the square to Ying Qin Guan... there wasn't much to say, mainly just the goddess statue in the very center.

The goddess, according to legend, created humankind, the sky, the earth, angels, other races, and magical beasts; she is the origin of everything, the creator of all things. Because the goddess's name cannot be spoken directly, her name has never been circulated in this world, and no one knows what she looks like.

But this goddess statue has a face.

Legend has it that the painting was drawn by Issodar, the only mathematician to be deified, before his suicide. He claimed that he had "seen the truth and the goddess," and the statue of the goddess was made based on that painting.

God Issodar

Era: Ancient

Physical strength: 5

【Ultimate Unification Formula】: Any basic card can be used as any basic card, any strategy card can be used as any strategy card, and any equipment can be used as any equipment card. Each suit can only be changed once per turn.

[Investiture of the Gods]: General locking skills for all gods, omitted.

(I have seen the truth...and I have seen the goddess. I know very well what you want to know. But unfortunately, I am now utterly despondent. The last thing one should never encounter in this life is true perfection...)

When Ying Qin Guan decided to go out for dinner, it was already six o'clock. In addition, he had gotten lost twice while shopping, and it was already late. There were only a few people scattered around the square. Ying Qin Guan spotted the Riddler Beauty under the Goddess Statue at a glance.

She stood beneath the goddess statue, gazing up at it with her hands clasped behind her back, lost in thought.

Ying Qin Guan had no intention of asking this guy for directions, so he immediately shifted his attention to find someone else.

But the wind still carried the voice that sounded quite satisfactory to Ying Qin Guan.

"The woman is so beautiful that even a goddess could not compare."

She said this with considerable confidence, crossed her arms, then opened her folding fan with a whoosh and slowly walked away, fanning herself with it.

Ying Qinguan stood there, looking quite disoriented.

This guy... ran to the square, stared at the statue of the goddess for ages, just to say this?

It shook the Qin Pass for a hundred years.

-

After several twists and turns, Ying Qin Guan finally returned to the teachers' dormitory—fortunately, he had not forgotten his dormitory number.

With a "Finally, I'm here" smile, Ying Qinguan stood in front of his door.

He reached into his pocket.

One touch.

Touch it again.

Still touching.

His smile seemed frozen on his face, and he frantically groped his body, like a teenager with a possessed ability activating its power on a member of the opposite sex.

No! Yes! Key!

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

Ying Qin Guan slowly sat down on the ground, and the smile he used to deceive himself could no longer be maintained.

He remembered.

He left the key on the coffee table in the room; he only took his school ID with him when he left.

So... here's the question.

How do I get in?

1. My room, my rules: Smash the door.

Second: Using the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed: survival in the wilderness.

3. Call for help: Summon Nephalem, the old lady.

Fourth: Go find the dormitory supervisor... but when you come in, Ying Qin Guan passes by the first floor, and there's no one there.

"How stupid..."

He had just been reminded of this in the afternoon, and now this mistake had occurred. Ying Qin Guan was both anxious and angry, feeling that he was incredibly stupid.

Just as he decided to go down and keep an eye on the dormitory supervisor, a cold voice suddenly came from the side.

"Is it you... are you the new teacher? What are you doing sitting here?"

Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw the black-robed youth he had seen in Qin Shan Ju.

He quickly stood up, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, and said, "I left my key in the room... It's the new martial arts department teacher."

"Martial Arts Department..." The young man glanced at Ying Qin Guan from head to toe, then said expressionlessly, "Let me see your card."

Ying Qin Guan was new to the place and unfamiliar with the people, so he didn't suspect anything and handed over the card.

The other person took it, glanced at the photo, and then gently rubbed the upper left corner with their hand.

“It’s genuine…” He returned the card to Ying Qin Guan and then said, “The dorm manager isn’t here, I’ll open this door for you.”

"You'll open it for me...?" Ying Qin Guan asked, puzzled. "How will you open it?"

The young man didn't speak. He walked to the door, took out a small square box from his pocket, pressed the red button on it, and a white light shone into the keyhole.

The next moment, the young man released his hand, and the box floated in mid-air. Suddenly, a dark silver fluid spread out from inside, gradually filling every corner of the white light and entering the keyhole little by little. After a few seconds, the white light disappeared completely, replaced by a dark silver solid.

The young man grasped the dark silver solid, gave it a slight twist... and the door opened.

His expression remained unchanged as he pressed the red button again. The dark silver solid began to soften and was eventually all returned to the small square box.

Ying Qin Guan, who had very little formal education, was completely bewildered. When the other person turned around, he could only utter two words in a daze.

"Holy crap."

Chapter 8, First Lesson

The Southern Qin's research on alchemy was quite superficial. Ying Qin Pass had faced many weapons of war on the battlefield. But those weapons were completely different from these little gadgets. Just like the scene before him... he couldn't understand it at all, couldn't imagine it, and didn't know how it was done. So his reaction was simply, "Holy crap!"

"What is this...? It's amazing."

"Some trivial trinket." The young man stuffed the box into his pocket and said coldly, "Don't make such a stupid mistake again."

"Yes... thank you." Ying Qin Guan wanted to be stubborn, but he was powerless to change the situation—he didn't even have anyone to shift the blame to. How was he supposed to win this kind of game?

The young man packed his things and prepared to leave.

"Wait... um, what's your name?" Ying Qin Guan called out to the other person. "It's strange. You helped me out, and I don't even know your name."

"No need for so much nonsense," the young man said. "It wasn't a secret to begin with..."

He paused slightly, then said, "Mu Nan Dong, Mu as in wood, Nan as in south, Dong as in winter."

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The following day, at the Bird's Nest stadium, in the arena.

The 42nd graduating class of the Martial Arts Department, Class A, is waiting here for their unreliable new practical course instructor.