Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

There is only one Zhaoyun Xian in the entire Seven Luminaries, who is the author of the Travelogue of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin, and is suspected of being "the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin who survived and secretly wrote his autobiography"!

You're Zhao Yunxian, you son of a bitch?!

It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

But you, looking like that, have the nerve to call yourself Zhaoyunxian? You'd be more like Zhaoyun Zhenzi...

Looking tired, Zhao Yunxian said, "This is my pen name, which should explain the problem better than my real name... It seems that the three of you should know about The Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin, which I wrote."

Shen Xin's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He pulled out a piece of rope from somewhere and threw it to Ying Qin Guan.

Just as Ying Qin Guan was about to make a move, Yu Xie Tian, ​​unable to bear it any longer, roared at him and Shen Xin, "Can't you two be normal for once?!"

"Tch." Ying Qin Guan tossed the rope to Shen Xin, shifting the blame: "What are you doing? Why are you suddenly giving me this? I'm a law-abiding citizen who can't do anything!"

"Ying Qin Guan, if you were to be destroyed by the apocalypse, I believe your mouth would be the only body part that survives."

“Little Pudding talks quite a lot.” Ying Qin Guan didn’t stand on ceremony and took away Shen Xin’s little blackboard.

Shen Xin closed his eyes and neatly lay down on the sofa, pretending to be dead.

Unaffected by Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin, Zhao Yunxian sighed, "As you can see, I'm a bestselling author, but recently... I've been under a lot of work pressure and have developed some psychological problems... I saw a psychologist, but it didn't help. My editor suggested I come here to see them, hoping the boss can give me some advice..."

Chapter Two won't stop until I can't keep my eyes open anymore.

Zhao Yunxian's identity has always been the subject of much speculation. Everyone wonders who this person is and how she manages to write such a coherent and well-structured piece of writing.

Could she be Feng Ruo, Ji Li, or is she just making this up?

Looking back now... it seems that it really was just something Jill made up.

—Because Ying Qin Guan didn't know her at all.

However, in the eyes of a professional like Nephalem (referring to a professional researcher of the Qin Pass), what she wrote was full of flaws. What a scholarly family? That's laughable. It's just... well, you know.

However, Ying Qin Guan himself was quite satisfied with this setup. Originally, when facing Miss Yin in prison, he would have admitted he was uneducated. But now he was confused about himself and Ji Li, and if someone asked him if he was educated, he might, in a moment of confusion, even answer with something like, "I come from a scholarly family and am well-versed in literature."

When Zhao Yunxian met Ying Qin Guan, the prototype of the protagonist in her novel, the other three people present, apart from Zhao Yunxian, had somewhat complicated feelings.

At this crucial moment, Yu Xietian spoke up, asking, "The work pressure is too great... What exactly happened?"

Looking exhausted, Zhao Yunxian said, "The dual pressure on my mind and body has made me want to see a psychologist. She said I'm plagued by anxiety and forcing myself to work at a high intensity under pressure, which has caused health problems. She told me that if I can stop writing and rest for a while, I might get better..."

Yu Xietian said, "Then you should rest for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was met with angry glares from Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin. Yu Xie Tian's lips twitched, thinking to himself that the two idiots couldn't even tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Looking haggard, Zhao Yunxian said, "If it were really that simple, I wouldn't be here. I want to rest, but my brain tells me... Every book I write earns me thousands of pounds in royalties. Assuming it takes me a month to write one, every day I rest means I'm losing tens, even hundreds of pounds. Just thinking about it makes me miserable, and when I'm miserable, I want to write, and when I write, the pressure is immense, and I start losing hair..."

Yu Xietian shook his head and said, "You can never earn enough money. Your capitalist mindset is unacceptable..."

"Shut up! I fucking want to be exploited! Hurry up and empty my wallet!"

"That's right!"

Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin each said one sentence... but a book only costs a few dozen Eevee. If Zhao Yun Xian wanted to empty Ying Qin Guan's wallet, even if the keyboard came to life, it wouldn't work...

"Thank you for supporting my book..." Zhao Yunxian first thanked the two loyal fans, after all, the readers were her bread and butter. Then she looked at Yu Xietian and said in a low voice, "I am indeed tired, but every time I rest, there is someone in my heart saying to me, you say you are tired, but with so many people in this world, who is not tired?"

"Being able to sit at a desk and make money just by writing is something many people envy. There are so many people writing about the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin now, some of them just as well as me. I only benefited from being the first to write and become popular. If I don't work hard now, I'll be left behind in a couple of years and end up working as a laborer in an alchemy company..."

"Whenever I think about these things, I want to write as soon as I get up every day. I think I'll write as much as I can until I die. I drink twenty cups of coffee every day and I won't stop until I can't keep my eyes open anymore."

"I'm going all in now. I really don't want to become one of those bald alchemists, and I don't want to worry about the thickness of my wallet every time I pass by a flower shop..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xin and Ying Qin Guan were moved to tears. What a wonderful author! Where can you find an author like this nowadays? She's a rarer species than a giant panda. Pigeons all over the world should come and hear about Zhao Yunxian's deeds!

Upon hearing this, Yu Xietian realized that Zhao Yunxian was quite ill, and immediately said, "Your thinking is not quite right. You can't earn all the money in the world. Once you've written enough of the manuscript, that's enough. For example, set yourself a task, like writing four thousand words a day, and consider that as completing it. You don't need to write anything more... By the way, how many words do you write a day now?"

"500."

"Look, 500 words, that's too much. How can the average reader read 500 words a day? I suggest you take a break when you reach 400 words... Come on, how many words do you write in a day?"

Zhao Yunxian crossed her fingers, her expression profound, and said in a tone that suggested, "I can write 100,000 words a day, isn't that amazing?"

"500."

".."

".."

".."

Inside the Yorozuya, a deathly silence fell.

500 words?

You only write 500 words a day?

Feeling that their emotions had been toyed with, Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin had a # sign appear on their foreheads and hardened their fists.

Yu Xietian was also a little annoyed, thinking that it was difficult for him to speak up for him with such a small amount of writing. He thought, "Damn it, can 500 words even be called words? A high school student's essay is 800 words long!"

"Are you serious..." Yu Xietian lowered his voice, saying each word clearly, "What kind of author writes 500 words a day? Even among prolific writers, this level of update output would get you burned at the stake..."

"Ha...haha." Zhao Yunxian noticed the change in the three people's attitude towards her, forced a couple of awkward laughs, and then said, "Okay...I was just kidding. Actually, I'm having writer's block. I've been writing for twelve hours a day, and eleven and a half of that time is spent stuck..."

Ying Qin Guan immediately began to whisper to Shen Xin.

"Writing 500 words in half an hour is also terrible..."

"That's right!"

"How dare someone who can't even write 20,000 words in an hour write a novel?"

"That's right!"

"Although I've never written one, I'm pretty sure I can write 50,000 words an hour."

【“..”】

"Hmm?" Ying Qin Guan was very dissatisfied with Shen Xin's reaction and looked up.

Little God, feeling humiliated, raised the blackboard, surrendering to the platypus forces.

"That's right, that's right."

Yu Xietian walked in front of Zhao Yunxian, blocking Ying Qin Guan and Shen Xin, so that the two guys wouldn't affect Zhao Yunxian's mindset.

"I see, so it's writer's block... This is an inevitable stage, I suppose. Even when writing essays, there are times when you can't continue writing, let alone novels." Yu Xietian spoke eloquently, offering his insights.

"A lack of inspiration coupled with immense work pressure can sometimes be overwhelming. After all, novelists your age don't have much life experience. I can tell from your appearance that you've never even been in a relationship. How can you write anything satisfying under those circumstances? You must know that art imitates life..."

Zhao Yunxian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and asked, "So, what should I do?"

"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles." Yu Xietian said, "I suggest you go on a trip to broaden your horizons."

Chapter Three: Tourism

"I can't stand the two of you."

After seeing Zhao Yunxian off, Yu Xietian couldn't help but complain, "I know you were excited to see Zhao Yunxian, but there was no need to be so excited. Especially you, Shenxin, why did you throw the rope to Ying Qin Guan? Did you want him to tie up Zhao Yunxian?"

Shenxin raised the blackboard with an unfriendly expression, even though she was the one who had done wrong. But judging from her demeanor, she seemed to be the one in charge of justice.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"..No."

Seeing Yu Xietian's humiliation, Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but mock him, "What a coward, you bastard."

Yu Xietian, enraged and embarrassed, retorted, "What are you laughing at?!"

Instead of being angry, Ying Qin was delighted, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"You have a problem with that?"

"..No."

-

July 3rd.

Most of the students had already left the Royal Academy. Those who stayed behind for various reasons usually didn't play cards much, so there were basically only three people left in the board game hall.

The boss occasionally joined in the game with Ying Qin and Guan Jiuyi. He proposed a gameplay called "Siege of the City," a 2v1 game. According to him, it was a new gameplay that someone from his company, Time and Space Kill, had revealed to him.

The wealth that the boss intentionally or unintentionally revealed made Ying Qin Guan and Jiu Yi tremble with fear.

This mode was indeed much more fun than the 1v1 battles between Ying Qin Guan and Jiu Yi; the three of them played it for quite a while.

Interestingly, the owner would put the cat down while playing cards, but would still hold the smoking pipe. The kitten wandered around the board game arcade, and every now and then a fat orange cat would stare at the owner's cat through the glass wall of the arcade.

However, their social statuses were worlds apart. The boss's cat was a noble purebred, reportedly worth half a year's salary for the dean; it was well-proportioned and slender, had a good temperament, and could be petted freely, all while enjoying a noble owner. The fat orange cat outside, on the other hand, was just a stray cat from the school, raised on handouts, quite overweight, and of no particular breed. Their love story was practically a poor boy falling for a rich girl...

Stop licking! You won't get love by licking a cat!

These depressing days finally took a turn for the better on July 9th.

Ying Qin Guan received the notification and, together with the teachers from the Martial Arts Department, arrived at the Bird's Nest conference room.

Wu Changying was still not present. Although he was the head of the Martial Arts Department, he didn't care much about the department's affairs, which was the complete opposite of a department head like Mu Nandong.

The gray-haired man made the announcement on this behalf.

"It's like this... The Dean submitted a report and travel application to the higher-ups, and it's been approved. The Empire is providing publicly funded travel for our Imperial Academy's teachers, but the destinations are limited to a few designated by the Empire, which is also for the teachers' safety..."

As he spoke, he handed out the documents.

"Everyone can see these are all famous summer resorts. Sign your name and tick the places you want to go. If you don't want to go anywhere, just put an X at the end... Submit them here by 6 pm tomorrow at the latest."

"The specific duration will vary for each location, and it will be marked above. Please take a look."

"In addition, everyone receives a 15-pound travel allowance, whether you go or not, um... that's about it."

"Oh, by the way, this trip isn't just for people from our Imperial Household Agency; people from other Imperial agencies will be joining us too... Everyone, please be careful. Our Martial Arts Department has been specifically warned against starting fights at the drop of a hat..."

The fundamental habits of martial artists will not change with the times; it's just that the existence of laws in modern times makes martial artists somewhat more restrained when they fight. But this restraint is also very limited, as exemplified by the recent case of Cherry Blossom Country.

Ying Qin Guan took the document, which consisted of several sheets of paper. Each location had a simple map and a text description of about a hundred words.

The summer beaches of Haiweya, the snow-capped mountain hotels of the Saint Lemon Alexandria Mountains, and the secluded islands of the Holy Union... these are truly all summer resorts.

Ying Qin Guan put the papers away.