Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

A crimson cross flash appeared in the eyes of the person next to him.

The second person let out a deep sigh and interlaced his fingers.

"Damn it, not again!"

At the same time, his inner energy suddenly exploded, and his whole body moved like a dragon, moving at incredible speed, and he ran away in a flash.

The first man's eyes flashed with a scarlet cross, and he glared at the second man. The second man, in his frantic run, suddenly lost control and fell to the ground. But his body, already conditioned by instinct, instinctively curled into a ball. Combined with the incredible flexibility of a martial artist, he miraculously turned into a ball and rolled away nimbly.

At this moment, the shop owner, having finished taking the drinks, turned around and asked in confusion, "Where is everyone?"

The first person had a few drinks, and perhaps because he had a low alcohol tolerance, his complexion and tone of voice started to look off.

"Who knows? Maybe he was sent to see the goddess."

The shop owner, oblivious to the impropriety, chuckled and asked, "Sir, do you believe in goddesses?"

"Hmm... whatever, but if a goddess really exists, she must be a very generous person."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"The goddess statue in the Royal Palace knows the answer..." the guest said with a mysterious smile.

Just then, someone else walked in.

"Ugh, I can't take it..."

He and the first guest exchanged a glance, then both tacitly looked away.

The third person sat down and called out, "Boss, give me a bottle of strong liquor too."

"What's wrong? Can't stand that employee again?"

The shopkeeper casually picked up a bottle of wine and handed it to the man.

The third person was being quite pretentious. With a flick of his finger, a divine light flashed, slicing off the bottle cap. He took a big gulp, seemingly trying to bolster his cowardly courage with the strong liquor. But even the strongest liquor couldn't take effect so quickly. So, it's more likely... he was just putting on a show of toughness in front of the first person.

"I can't stand that girl anymore!" he shouted. "Damn it! Am I the boss or is she the boss? I'm telling you right now, I'll teach her a lesson tomorrow."

The first person squinted and said, "Really? I don't believe it."

The man chuckled coldly, channeling his inner energy to quickly bring the effects of the alcohol to his brain, instantly gaining immense courage. He arrogantly declared, "Whether you believe me or not is none of my business. She'll apologize to me tomorrow anyway!"

"My sir, you don't understand," the shopkeeper sighed, then earnestly explained, "This gentleman has an employee... who isn't very capable, has some health issues, and has no parents. It was only out of kindness that this gentleman gave her a job, but it turns out that good deeds are often taken advantage of..."

"Oh, is that so? That's terrible." The first person casually picked at his ear with his pinky. "So, what's making you angry now?"

"Hmph!" The third man snorted coldly and said, "There's nothing to say. I've already given her enough face. There's no need to wait until tomorrow. I'll go after we finish drinking today—"

Just then, the curtain was lifted and the small blackboard was brought up.

"Boss, a bottle of soda, please."

Chapter Two: The Carefree Are Invincible, and the Invincible Are Carefree

Suddenly, a deathly silence fell over the mobile vendors' stall.

The first person held up the wine with a half-smile, but rarely drank it, instead eating oden.

The third person appeared calm, but suddenly fell silent, his hand trembling as he held the wine.

The fourth person jumped onto the chair.

The owner greeted them with a smile, saying, "You two have quite a few regular customers today. Come to think of it, you're in the same boat..."

"Feeling the same way?"

The fourth person held up the small blackboard.

"What kind of statement is this?"

Someone panicked, but I won't say who.

"Haha," the boss laughed heartily, "You two are both good people, but unfortunately, you're both unlucky. One of you encountered a heartless, bloodsucking boss who exploits his employees, and the other encountered a shameless employee who takes advantage of your kindness..."

The first person suddenly realized and sincerely said to the two of them, "You two are really unlucky. In my opinion, why don't you fire the employee and you quit the job, and the two of you work together? Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"

The boss chuckled and said, "Actually, I wanted to say that too, but work is a big deal, so we have to be careful..."

The fourth person looked grim, glanced at the third person, and raised the small blackboard.

"Oh dear, this must be really tough on you. I'm a little curious... how exactly did your employees become so arrogant and ungrateful?"

The third person took a deep, deep breath and put down the wine.

The first person, who was planning to enjoy his spinach, glanced at it casually and thought to himself, "Holy crap, 72 degrees! Why don't you just go drink industrial alcohol?!"

He glanced at the shopkeeper instinctively. The shopkeeper noticed his gaze, gave him a thumbs up, and said proudly, "It's alright. This gentleman is a martial artist; he'll be fine."

No, no, no, something terrible is definitely going to happen...

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid. The third person got angry, slammed the bottle on the table, and shouted, "Fine! Then I'll tell you what I'm talking about today!"

【“..”】

As the fourth person's expression grew increasingly gloomy, someone's desire to watch the drama unfold intensified.

But at this moment, some people seemed completely drunk...

"who I am?!"

"I'm the fucking boss!"

"My employees are here to work for me! And I have to put up with their attitude?!"

"I pay you a salary! If I still have to put up with your attitude, am I supposed to be begging on my knees?!"

The fourth person, with a gloomy expression, raised the small blackboard.

"If you put it that way, you really are begging on your knees. If you're a little higher up, you're a capitalist, clinging to me and sucking my blood; if you're a little lower down, you're a wage earner, which is fine. But you're somewhere in between, barely qualifying as a service industry boss. Which boss doesn't kneel before their customers? Which service provider doesn't kowtow to their clients? What's wrong with you kneeling before your employees? Employees are the vulnerable group!"

"Let me ask you, why did I become a boss? It's because my legs are weak and I can't kneel down!"

"So you wanted to stay standing? Then don't be a boss, just lie down."

"Hey, I don't understand, why can't the boss stand up?"

"Bosses are a powerful group. If you stand, others will think you're powerful; you have to kneel for others to think you're equal to them. Right or wrong doesn't matter. People like to help the weak and punish the strong. To make money, kneeling isn't shameful."

"Shabby, fucking shabby."

"So, do you want to stand up, or do you want to make money?"

"I want to stand up and still make money!"

"I can't make it!"

"Can't make it?"

"I can't make it!"

The third man suddenly drew a soft sword from his waist and slammed it on the table. "Can this make money?!"

"Yes, in the mountains."

The third person held up a business card that read "Yorozuya" (Odd Jobs Shop), asking, "Can this make money?"

"Yes, kneel down."

"Can't you even stand up and earn the money by adding this and that?!"

The fourth person suddenly stood up and knocked the third person flying with a thud from the blackboard.

"You fucking talkative!"

The first person laughed heartily, while the boss, accustomed to grand occasions, remained completely unfazed.

The third person's alcohol tolerance was clearly quite poor as well. At this point, it was unclear whether he had fallen asleep or, unable to bear the humiliation, chose to feign sleep to escape reality.

The first person clapped his hands and said, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

【"snort.."】

The fourth person sat down, feeling like a general returning victorious from a battle. He lost his composure for a moment, picked up his soda bottle, and wrote something down.

"Let's bump into each other."

"?" The first man raised an eyebrow and said, "If you can't drink, can't you go sit at a table with a dog? You son of a bitch, clink your soda bottle against mine, do you even know how strong this liquor is?!"

—The first person also drank quite a bit of strong liquor...but he has always been this brave, not because he drank to embolden himself. It's just that after drinking, he couldn't help but mix in some traditional Chinese elements when he spoke.

The fourth person's face flushed red. He was instantly enraged and filled with murderous intent. Coupled with his recent great victory, his confidence exploded. He immediately picked up the small blackboard and attacked the other person again. If he could speak, he probably would have shouted "The Great Chu will rise and Chen Sheng will be king!"

The next moment, her body stiffened and she fell down, but fortunately, she was supported by a chair and did not fall to the ground.

There were four people at the table, but only the person with the lowest alcohol tolerance was left to sit.

The boss sighed, "It seems that those who have no worries in their hearts are truly invincible."

Those who drown their sorrows in alcohol are the ones who get drunk the most, because those who want to get drunk can always get drunk.

The first person chuckled and said, "Normally, it should be the other way around."

The shop owner was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "You're the one who's really suited for the artsy type."

"I think so too!"

-

Summer continues.

Ying Qin Guan made a rare trip out yesterday to buy a new copy of "The Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin," and then returned to his disciplined life.

August has arrived, and scorching heatwaves sweep across the world, bringing with them sweltering heat.

In the game "Time and Space Kill," one-on-one combat is indeed not a good way to play. The strength of the generals almost affects everything, and in the 8-player mode, almost any general has a chance to appear. But in 2v2, the generals that appear are basically extremely strong individually, and in one-on-one combat, there is absolutely no concept of cooperation. Just play whichever general is the strongest. Not to mention Jiu Yi, even Ying Qin Guan is getting a bit tired of it.

But the board game arcade was air-conditioned, and it was scorching hot outside. Once inside the air-conditioned room, it was like being sealed off; there was no way to get out. In addition, the two of them were so lacking in initiative that it was a tragedy. Sometimes they would get tired of playing in the afternoon and discuss whether to go out and play the next day, but when they met the next day, they would pretend they had no memory of it.

It's worth mentioning that even the owner hasn't come to the board game arcade anymore. He gave the key to Jiu Yi (because Ying Qin Guan would forget to bring it), and then disappeared. The huge board game arcade is now only occupied by Ying and Jiu Yi, making them truly lonely old people left behind.

Chapter Three: Gifts

[The rain is torrential.]