Uneasy daily life

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Then I'll pour you a glass, and you can take a sip."

A moment later, the girl finished giving her statement and came to the office to open the door.

"Damn boss! The harder you work, the harder you work, but your salary never increases, while the standards are raised every year! Damn it!"

"Yes! Drink!"

"drink!"

The girl raised her small hand, patted her face, and silently closed the door.

"Crack——!"

At his command, Nian burst into laughter: "Excellent! Young man, you do have some skill; the character portrayal is much more interesting!"

"You flatter me!" Bai Ying said modestly. "Compared to the director's tendency to add exciting scenes when he wants to, funny scenes when he wants to, and serious scenes when he wants to, resulting in a pot of toxic stories, my work is just a tiny bit..."

“Our original plot wasn’t bad either!” Nian said, fanning himself with his fan. “You were just as good! The character was well-written, brilliantly written!”

"It wasn't difficult at all. I just referred to how I usually arrange plots for my colleagues," Bai Ying said seriously. "It's all thanks to the director."

"Hahaha, you're too kind, you're too kind..."

He laughed heartily, feeling joyful.

On stage, Mai Sakurajima, playing the absurdly drunken female ghost, was speechless.

To some extent, this role suddenly presented a challenge in terms of acting skills, and it was indeed very impactful.

Kazuka Toyohama, who plays a timid girl: "..."

He's always hesitant and fearful, but why is my character becoming increasingly timid, almost like a comedian? Is this a deliberate attempt to discredit me by the director and screenwriter, or is this just how the character was based on?

Offstage, Chongyue couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "Perhaps because she's been disciplined a lot on a daily basis, Ninth Sister seems to be enjoying herself by subtly slandering Third Sister and then Eleventh Sister as well."

"Oh, oh..." Angelina suddenly realized, "I understand, I understand. It's the kind of relationship where people talk badly about each other, or when no third person is around, they all talk badly about each other, and whoever doesn't say anything is the one who's going to snitch, right?"

"I don't think so," Chongyue said. "My relationship with my sister and I is quite good."

Angelina paused for a moment, then cautiously offered an example: "Is it possible that because Mr. Chongyue doesn't speak ill of you, they all speak ill of you behind your back?"

"Hmm... I don't know, but it's harmless. After all, nobody's perfect, and everyone has things that can be criticized."

Chongyue said, "In any case, let's start practicing martial arts together tomorrow."

Angelina: "Remember to call your superior!"

If we're going to die, we'll all die together!

……

……

Ugh! I'm going to die!

There is a kind of pain called living.

Angelina trembled as she grimaced as she put a spoonful of millet porridge into her mouth, feeling as if her entire body had aged to the extreme, covered in rust.

A hand gently poked Angelina's thigh.

"Eek!!" Angelina stared at her mother, "Mom! What are you doing?!"

"What have you been doing?" asked Anxinyuan's mother, puzzled and worried.

"Yes!" Anxinyuan's father frowned. "What exactly are we trying to do to prevent an earthquake? Why are you in so much pain?"

Angelina, her face expressionless, said quietly, "Horse stance, long-distance running, push-ups, boxing... it would hurt you if you did them."

"Uh..." Anxin's father looked down at his slightly defined belly and coughed, "When I was young, I was..."

"Was Dad's life a continuous decline?"

"..."

Anxinyuan's father felt a chill run down his spine. This tone... why does it sound so much like that of a toxic screenwriter?

"Sigh, there didn't seem to be any earthquakes last night, which means it's effective. Anyway, I'll continue my cultivation until the day I can control it..."

After finishing her breakfast, Angelina mustered her courage and staggered out of the house to the agreed-upon park location.

Chongyue and Baiying had arrived and were practicing their boxing with great force.

Guh! Why, why is the white figure completely unharmed?

Angelina saw the white figure notice her and approach her, and alarm bells instantly went off in her head.

Oh no! I think I made a bad decision!

"You...you're not allowed to come any closer!"

Chapter 18 How to treat a cold?

"Keep your arms straight and your fists square!"

"Pain Pain!"

"The way of martial arts is to learn to overcome pain, to conquer pain, and to accumulate knowledge day by day without slacking off..."

"Hiss! From a scientific point of view, shouldn't we alternate between intense and relaxed workouts? Gradually increase the amount of exercise?"

"You need to be active before you can relax. It's all about getting moving, not doing nothing. You don't need to worry. As long as you get your body moving, the soreness will naturally subside."

Angelina was drenched in sweat, her face contorted in a horse stance, trembling all over. In the still-warm morning breeze of early spring, her blood was surging, accompanied by an indescribable soreness. That was bad enough, but whenever she tried to slack off or relax a little, Chongyue beside her would immediately shout things like, "No!" "Push harder!" "Defeating the enemy is not easy, but self-discipline is even harder!" "Don't waste your youth!" and so on.

His tone was very serious, like a teacher's, which could be described as a special attack on students.

And then there's his nagging, he's incredibly nagging!

as well as……

The white figure used a twig that it had picked up from somewhere to poke a shallow hole in Angelina's sweatpants.

"Gurgle—!" Angelina exclaimed, "Teacher Chongyue! Someone's causing trouble here!"

Bai Ying corrected, "I'm calling this helping you increase the effectiveness of your training!"

"Have you finished your training?"

"All done." Bai Ying poked her again, and Angelina jolted as if she'd been electrocuted, quickly regaining her balance. "Tsk tsk tsk, these young people nowadays, they'd probably be out of breath after sprinting 100 meters, and die on the spot if the elevator stopped... 9527, have you forgotten our organization's requirements? We need to develop both academically and physically!"

“That’s not something a young person would do,” Angelina retorted. “Only adults would do that.”

Bai Ying exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? You can actually say something so reasonable? I really deserve a lot of credit!"

"What's this... you're still poking me!" Angelina shuddered, feeling the soreness of her muscles pinching each other, and gritted her teeth, "Were you slacking off? Otherwise, why aren't your muscles sore?!"

"In terms of the level of effective training, the tasks I set for you are almost the same. The difference in feelings and performance is just a difference in the strength of will."

Chongyue threw several punches that whistled through the air, then slowly withdrew his hands and exhaled: "Baiying, I'm afraid I have nothing left to teach you. You have the potential to focus on martial arts, but your heart is not in it, and you don't need to practice martial arts to temper your will."

"what?"

Angelina had a question mark above her head. It's only been two days, right? The commander has already completed his training?

"You think I'm like you, prone to overthinking and having sleepless nights? I'm a reincarnated, super-powerful Chinese!" Bai Ying struck a few bodybuilding poses with an air of confidence. "Talent! Diligence! Invincible spirit! Without a strong body, I would have been caught and killed long ago!"

Angelina said in a monotone voice, "Oh, oh, oh, the commander's vitality is even more tenacious than a cockroach."

"Hmm... I'm afraid I can't solve your superpower problem." Chongyue looked at the white figure, vaguely seeing a hazy shadow enveloping the other person, yet being slowly pushed away. "'Who am I?' You already know very well. Simply practicing martial arts to strengthen your body and mind is of no use to you..."

Having figured out who I am, the remaining task is to determine a winner between myself and those who are not me.

The situation of Bai Ying is different from that of Angelina. The latter is more about losing control of herself, while the former is more like her own brother or sister... Knowing who I am and recognizing who I am, this step of help can be skipped. What remains is how to defeat the self that is not me.

"Dude, give me some real tips. What I want to learn isn't self-discipline."

Bai Ying shrugged: "After all, I'm not good at fighting, but I might have to fight one in the future."

"A technique to defeat the enemy... that's fine too."

Chongyue pushed his hands into a stance and said calmly, "When filming, you have a good control over your body and you learn to counter moves very quickly. However, the martial arts you use to fight enemies are more aggressive. If you want to understand them more deeply and quickly, you will inevitably suffer physical pain."

Bai Ying's expression turned serious. He shook his arms and kicked his legs, his gaze heavy.

Angelina stared blankly at the two of them. Was this going to be a real battle?

"Ugh?"

Bai Ying's gaze suddenly shifted as she looked behind Chong Yue, seemingly having discovered something unexpected, her eyes showing a hint of worry.

Angelina and Chongyue subconsciously turned their heads to look.

The white figure took a step forward and threw a punch.

Wow! Sir, you're so dirty!

Angelina snapped out of her daze, mentally complaining, and then, in a flash, Chong Yue slammed the white figure to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, making her scalp tingle with a dull thud.

Is this what a battle between superpowered individuals looks like?!

The two were locked in a fierce fight, showing no signs of superpowers whatsoever; it was more like ordinary hand-to-hand combat, without explosions or flashes of lightning... The only peculiarity was that both of them were incredibly resilient and long-lasting.

Chongyue didn't even catch his breath, while Baiying was panting the whole time. They went back and forth for almost half the morning until Baiying's phone suddenly rang with a loud "Huluwa Huluwa..." sound.

"That's enough for today. You can call me anytime you want for sparring."

Chongyue took a step back and brought the fight to a close: "Take a good look at the way you generate power and the connection between movements. Fighting is like playing chess. There are only so many ways for the human body to generate power. You have to learn to combine them and adapt to the situation in order to create endless variations."

Bai Ying wiped the sweat from his face, feeling the obvious pain all over his body, all of which were where Chong Yue had hit him, as if leaving him a pile of homework to review and learn from.

Very good, I'll give Assassin Queen some homework later.

"Stickman?" Bai Ying held up her phone. "Are you here to ask how to rebuild a friendship after a falling out?"

"Hey! I get along great with everyone, there's no way we're falling out!" Feng Bin retorted to Hua, then asked, "Why didn't you come to the set today?"

"It's a holiday, huh? As an office worker, you don't even care about your work schedule and holidays?" Bai Ying sighed. "Even though bad movie directors have terrible scripts, they do offer pretty humane pay and holidays."

【Huh? Is my sister off today too?】

"As a minor, you should learn to go to work alone..."

【Go! Go! Go!】

"Fly freely with the flowers, your sister will always be by your side. You will always be my sweetheart..."

[Don't say such disgusting things in your sister's voice! Ugh!]

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Bai Ying stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, put away his phone, and waved his hand: "9527, practice hard with your brother, I'm leaving now."

"Ugh?"

Before Angelina could react, the white figure uttered a sentence, picked up the branch, and headed towards the park entrance, casually poking the cat sleeping in the flower bed.

What's going on? Running away halfway through training? No team spirit at all!

Angelina clenched her fist and bared her teeth in the air.

"Don't let your mind wander." Chongyue's reminder came naturally, accompanied by a nagging tone, "Only by focusing your mind can you achieve anything. There are no shortcuts in martial arts..."

“Uncle Chongyue! I feel like my body isn’t sore anymore, and it’s even… um, warm.” Angelina asked curiously, “Can I learn how to box? Like the kind I was just doing.”

"You mean combat skills?" Chongyue asked doubtfully. "Although I haven't seen the whole picture, your superpowers are enough to cause an earthquake. Why abandon your strengths and learn martial arts? What you need is to learn perseverance and find yourself amidst the chaos and distractions."

“That’s true…” Angelina thought for a moment, “So that means I don’t need to train so hard? Are there any other methods…”

Chongyue: "When you think like this, it means you haven't practiced long enough, haven't been dedicated enough, and your mind is restless and unable to calm down."

Angelina: "..."

Hmm... so what did the commander suddenly go off to do? Who made the call just now? When he made the call, he imitated Sakurajima-senpai's voice...

"Your mind is in turmoil. What are you thinking about?"

"sorry!"

"For you, practicing martial arts is a process of fighting against your body, and in this process, you temper your will and find yourself..."

Finding oneself? The ordinary high school life... seems a bit far removed from my own.

Angelina sighed inwardly; meeting her superior was the beginning of her going astray.