Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"I'm just a passerby, but to be honest, I'd like to know too."

Upon hearing this, Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but speak up, saying, "Yes, yes, you went too far with this chapter. Ye Jiaofang will have to endure this for months. Give us a little hint."

Zhao Yunxian was caught in a pincer movement, caught between two difficult situations. Just then, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and she fled from the elevator.

"You'll find out later!"

The group of people stepped out of the elevator.

Shenxin walked while holding up the small blackboard.

"My intuition tells me that authors who give this kind of answer haven't even thought about how to write the rest..."

Ying Qin Guan crossed his arms and said, "I really can't stand these update days. There's no hope for anything each day. Can't you find a way to update every day? Even if it's less, at least there's something to look forward to..."

Shen Xin frowned slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, he raised the small blackboard.

"Are you talking about... newspapers?"

Due to the nature of media, the novel industry in this world is not very developed. Ordinary novels can only be serialized in newspapers or magazines and are always at risk of being canceled. If the response is good, the company will consider publishing the novel as a book. After that, the novel will no longer be serialized in newspapers. This is because: firstly, it makes room for newcomers; secondly, a long plot that has been prepared over a long period of time is of higher quality than daily updates; and thirdly, and most importantly, it brings more money and fame.

Ying Qin Guan's words are like saying, "It's too inconvenient to use a phone only when it's charged. Isn't there a convenient phone that you can just replace the battery to keep using it when it runs out of power?"

Ying Qin Guan was dumbfounded. An ordinary person would have been embarrassed at this point, but Ying Qin Guan was no ordinary man. He stubbornly retorted, "What do you know? You think... I'm talking about newspapers? I'm talking about something more convenient, like... something much smaller than a television, something you can carry around with you. You can watch TV, read novels, and even use it to make calls..."

Ying Qin Guan spouted nonsense, combining elements from television, newspapers, and telephones, making it impossible to understand what he was trying to say.

"There's no such thing as a convenient thing..."

Shen Xin silently raised the small blackboard.

"That's hard to say." Nocturne shook her head with a smile. "The woman thinks Teacher Ying is right. In the future, the primary requirement for information dissemination will be that it can be carried around at all times. However, considering the level that Teacher Ying mentioned, it may really be some time before we can get there."

As Nocturne spoke, she changed the subject, "What does Teacher Mu think?"

Mu Nandong nodded indifferently, sparing with his words.

"The general trend."

The nocturne hinted at it.

"However, with Teacher Mu's talent, if he could participate, he would likely be of great use..."

The Nineteenth Revision remained silent.

Nocturne smiled regretfully and said nothing more.

Many people in the room had a keen political sense, and upon seeing the reaction to the 19th Amendment document, they all understood what was going on.

Jiu Yi's heart skipped a beat.

After entering politics, his clear political stance led him to act without much thought, causing his political acumen to atrophy. Only then did he remember that Mu Nandong was the son of a criminal. And the program they were now participating in was going to be broadcast on television...

It's important to understand that while Mu Nandong has a bad reputation in academic circles, those circles are generally composed of respectable, cultured individuals; no one can exactly hurl insults at him like "cnmnmsl" in his face. But appearing on television is a different story. Television is a different story; it involves all sorts of people. Mu Nandong has many enemies, and if public opinion is manipulated slightly, revealing his status as the son of a criminal, the public outcry will explode. Keep in mind that the vast majority of the public simply lacks the ability to distinguish right from wrong.

For a moment, Jiu was filled with worries, feeling that she had done something wrong. But now that things had come to this, how could she make amends? The show had already been recorded; did she have to go back and say that what happened didn't count and that they should find someone else and do it all over again?

this..

Jiu Yi frowned, the good mood brought by his victory vanished without a trace.

This matter originated with him, and if Mu Nandong is attacked because of it, he will bear the responsibility.

"We need to find a way to resolve this..."

Jiu also pondered this matter, but couldn't find a solution. The best, most permanent solution would be to uncover the truth from over twenty years ago and clear Mu Nandong and Mu Huai Ren's names. But that was no longer possible; speculation remained just speculation. And frankly, even if the truth were revealed now, some would likely pretend not to know or deny it. After all, they had already insulted Mu Huai Ren; telling them the truth now would be a slap in their face, wouldn't it?

Then I can only become a know-it-all and stick to my guns.

Besides this... what other options are there?

Jiu Yi returned to the royal palace and, while Ying Qin Guan was having lunch, told the boss about her troubles.

The shopkeeper tapped his pipe and said, "That is indeed a problem, and I admit I didn't consider it carefully... But it's not a big problem; the general public rarely cares about this. Even if they did, there's nowhere for them to spread their ideas. I'll put in a little effort to promote the 'fear the black hand' theory, as for those skilled writers..."

In other words, it's about shifting the blame to fear. To be honest, after so many years, for the vast majority of people, what matters is no longer what the truth is, but what they are willing to believe.

He puffed on his cigarette and after a moment said, "I'll talk to the higher-ups and try to suppress these things. Those guys who don't focus on their studies and spend all their time on these petty tricks usually don't have much backbone."

Chapter 9, Twelve Parts of the Bible

I'm not going!

Ruoye returned home, furious and humiliated. She had made a complete fool of herself that day, sitting there like an idiot, doing absolutely nothing. Luoshui, on the other hand, was incredibly brave, managing a -12 score while still chatting and laughing with others. The girl with the bun hairstyle had worked in various professions and remained unfazed even when faced with a major setback. Poor Ruoye was just a shy college student, watching the other three groups fiercely compete while she suffered repeated defeats and embarrassment. She was in agony on stage and simply couldn't take it anymore.

This shows that people's thick skin cannot be generalized. Some people dare to say without batting an eye, "I, Ying Qin Guan, and Jiu Yi combined can fight the God of War," while others can't even hang up on stage.

"My sister has no good intentions at all. She just wants to see me make a fool of myself. If this continues, I won't be able to find a boyfriend, and I'll lose my right to date for the rest of my college years!"

Ruoye was also getting anxious. She knew that her parents were hoping she would find a boyfriend, so she seized on that point and started to criticize her.

With Jifa absent, Duke Warner exchanged a glance with his wife and sighed, "What is it now?"

"How embarrassing!" Ruoye stomped her feet in anger. "Today was the knowledge competition. The three groups next to us had Teacher Yequ, Teacher Munan Dong, and a very capable Shenxin, while my group just had three idiots..."

It has to be said that this act of even cursing herself was indeed a bit harsh. But it also made the Duke and Duchess feel their youngest daughter's anxious state of mind; look how worried the child is, even calling herself a fool...

But who was Duke Warner? He calmly took a sip of tea and spoke.

“If you really don’t want to go, Dad won’t force you,” he said. “But you’ve lost face this time, don’t you want to make up for it? Even if you withdraw from the competition now, the show will still broadcast these things as usual. What kind of impression will you leave on others? It’s useless. And you even withdrew from the second round. What will others think of WarnerMedia? What will your two teammates think?”

Ruoye was stunned and stammered, "This..."

"A true man is unyielding; success or failure is of no concern." Duke Warner said, "Ruoye, although you are a girl, in this day and age, there is no need to be bound by such distinctions between men and women. This saying applies to you as well."

He paused, then sighed softly, "This is just a small part of your life. Whether you win or lose, it's all valuable experience. If you feel ashamed now, you can go home and tell your father you don't want to participate. But your father isn't omnipotent. You have to learn to face these things yourself. If there are some failures you can't bear, your father will help you. But right now... Ruoye, can't you even bear this?"

Wakaba was speechless.

Seeing that her chance had come, the Duchess shoved the Duke of Warner and complained, "Don't scare the child, Ruoye, listen to your mother..."

The couple, one a sassy red-faced woman and the other a naive white-faced woman, quickly confused the poor, innocent female college student who hadn't yet entered society. In the end, she vaguely made a pledge, vowing to make the Warner family shine!

-

"Hongyu."

Inside Zhong Hongyu's martial arts arena, Luo Shui shook his head and said, "It's a real pity you didn't come. Let me tell you..."

Zhong Hongyu already knew that Luo Shui was going to participate in the competition. Upon hearing this, she frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Shui had been waiting for these words, and her spirits immediately lifted as she proudly declared:

"I'm intellectually competing with Teacher Mu and Teacher Yequ!"

"I single-handedly led the team to score twelve points!"

"You should know that even someone like Teacher Ying could barely get one point. Princess Jiu Yiqi, Naifei Tianzhao Yunxian, couldn't even get one point. Even Shen Xin only got nine points!"

"I'll answer the questions that others dare not or cannot answer. That's the genius girl Luo Shui!"

Anyone with a modicum of sense would probably doubt that Luo Shui was exaggerating, but Zhong Hongyu...

She looked pleased and said, "Is that so? It seems you were well-prepared, managing to steal so many points from Teacher Mu and Teacher Ye Qu..."

"Hmph, impressive, huh!" Luo Shui was quite pleased with herself. As for what to do after the incident... well, we'll see!

"But speaking of which, aren't you tired of practicing swordsmanship all the time?" Luo Shui thought for a moment and then encouraged, "Why don't you go to the Grand Arena? After Chu Kuangren was defeated, he stayed in the Seven Luminaries Empire and fought in the Grand Arena every day, defeating several opponents each time. Maybe we can learn something from him!"

Zhong Hongyu shook her head and said, "No."

Luo Shui had already guessed that Zhong Hongyu would answer this way, so she didn't dwell on it and instead said with a smile, "Hongyu... Qixi Festival is approaching, do you have any plans?"

The Qixi Festival is one of the few festivals that the Seven Luminaries Empire can celebrate. After all, the Seven Luminaries Empire has only been established for a little over a hundred years and its cultural heritage is still shallow. It basically doesn't have any festivals, so it can only pick the best of the worst and forcibly set a few days as statutory holidays to give the working class some rest time.

On August 14th, most shops will have promotions, such as 30% off for couples, new Qixi Festival products, and sweet three-person meals for couples.

Zhong Hongyu remained calm and composed, saying in a completely unfazed tone, "No."

"Really? I don't believe it. Don't let me catch you on Qixi Festival." Luo Shui said, then sighed, "Oh well, I'm unwanted myself, so I'll probably be staying home on Qixi Festival too. If you can find someone, Hongyu, that would be good."

Zhong Hongyu shook her head and said, "I am of average talent. If I get married, the mundane family matters and tedious affairs will definitely hinder my cultivation. I probably will never get married in this life, and my parents agree."

"Huh?" Luo Shui was also hearing Zhong Hongyu's views on marriage for the first time, and was a little dumbfounded. But after all, she was a person of the new era, and quickly recovered, saying, "I don't quite agree... but if this is your own decision, I have nothing to say."

Zhong Hongyu didn't care about Luo Shui's answer, but asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll continue practicing."

"Um...it's nothing, I'll be going now."

Luo Shui got up and left.

Just as she was about to sell the door, she inexplicably turned her head and glanced at Zhong Hongyu.

She held the handguard sword, her expression serious and meticulous.

But a sudden, overwhelming emotion welled up within Luo Shui, so sudden and intense that it almost suffocated her, making her grateful that she wasn't Zhong Hongyu. Yet, she couldn't help but despise this base thought of her own—to pity others with self-righteous, self-righteous emotions was utterly arrogant and nauseating. But she still couldn't help thinking this way.

"You...you're so pitiful."

Chapter Ten Night Sky

"Ah... I don't know why our country designated Qixi Festival as a statutory holiday, but having a holiday is always better than not having one. I suggest that White Valentine's Day and Black Valentine's Day also be designated as statutory holidays!"

On August 13th, as it was nearing the end of the workday, with the long-awaited holiday just around the corner, Ms. Yin had no thoughts of work whatsoever and was completely focused on getting off work.

Just then, Nephalem walked out of his office and heard her say that. He casually replied, "You're supposed to be one of our Anguo Division's people. Qixi Festival was designated as a statutory holiday because our Seven Luminaries Empire has a lot of life pressure and a high divorce rate. We discussed it for a while two years ago and decided to give it a statutory holiday... although the divorce rate hasn't decreased much."

He paused, then continued, "As for White Valentine's Day and Black Valentine's Day, those are holidays in other countries. How could they be designated as statutory holidays? Use your brain!"

Miss Yin shrank back and whispered, "It's not like I don't understand... From a linguistic perspective, the poor office worker Miss Yin, knowing full well that white and black... Valentine's Day can't be a legal holiday, still said this, which directly reflects the beautiful fantasies and pursuits in the heart of an office worker, and indirectly implies that An Guosi's workload is heavy..."

"Well said, but I think a sword's sharpness comes from honing, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. I'll hone you a bit more when you come back from your holiday."

"Oh! It's time to go home! Sorry boss, I'm leaving now. I didn't hear a thing you said!"

Miss Yin burst out the door! Unstoppable!

Nephalem shrugged, went to the coffee machine, got a cup of coffee, and took a small sip.

"Speaking of which... isn't Qixi a festival in the Southern Qin Dynasty? I remember our country had another festival... but it was eventually replaced by Qixi. What was it called again?"

Nephalem shook his head, did not continue the meeting, took his coffee, and returned to his office.

Not long ago, the Nephalem refused the Empire's mission.